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The soft sound of slender footfalls may as well have been bombs falling for Levi. The combination of a blow from a bobby’s nightstick, withdrawals, and a tightly bandaged forhead being a recipe for a crushing headache enough to make any noise a shout, but as much as he may want he couldn't just curl up and wait for it to pass. Behind him was Marina, the young occultist keeping watch behind them, a blade firmly clamped between her teeth while her remaining hand was extended out, prepared for anything.
The two had the fortune of meeting early in the festival, and although neither had made it out unscathed (Marina’s arm being the worst of it), the two prehevalian’s partnership had proved invaluable, Marina’s magic and sigils getting them out of more than a few binds. To say he owed her would be an understatement.
As Levi pulled his rifle to his shoulder before checking a corner, He felt his stomach lurch and his ears start to ring. He knew that trying to get through the festival without injecting was a big risk, but the thought of leaving himself so vulnerable as he was during a high felt like near suicide. In a cruel twist of fate however, his abstinence was making him vulnerable just as well. Gripping tighter and taking deep breaths, he steadied himself enough to keep walking forward, reminding himself “She already lost a limb, if anything else happens to her, you’ll never forgive yourself”.
Turning to check to his right, he was taken aback by Marina being almost shoulder to shoulder with him. Walking quietly was certainly an asset, but the fact she managed to sneak up on him was worrying. As if reading his mind, Marina placed her hand on Levi’s shoulder, asking with her voice bathed in concern “you look like you're going to drop, you need some sleep”. Levi nodded along absentmindedly, wishing that was all he needed. However, Marina let out a betraying yawn revealed that she must also be exhausted. Getting his bearings on where they were, Levi pointed to his Left, saying “the bookstore we slept at last nights back this way”.
Marina thought about it for a second, saying “I’m not sure if my sigil stayed, we’ll need to make sure nothing's moved in after us. But I did like that bed…
After the two had ensured they were indeed alone, and Marina had re-upped her sigil, Levi plopped down into a chair tucked into the corner of bookstore’s floor, staring straight ahead as his mind was fully occupied by the weight in the pocket of his coveralls. He’d found the vial and syringe in a med pack without Marina noticing, and while he’d been tempted to take the night road and leave it, as his withdrawals screamed at him he was glad he had. All he had to do was wait for Marina to go to bed, and he could finally escape from the horrors of the festival for just a little while, and finally be free from these blasted withdrawals.
The cultist stood at the foot of the store’s stairs, her hand gripping the railing as she leaned easily to one side. “Are you sure you don’t want the bed tonight? I took it the first night so…” she said, the bookshelves between them meaning he couldn’t see her face but could hear the inflection in her voice letting him know it was genuine.
“I’ll be alright” Levi said, forcing himself to return the light tone “I sleep better in chairs anyway” he lied, but once again it wasn’t sleep he needed right now.
Quick witted as always, Marina said "like a grandparent”, followed by an uneasy laugh. Under her breath, she added “After this festival, I imagine I’ll feel like a grandparent too”. That even got Levi to smile, despite his general miserability. It was beyond him how the occultist managed to still keep a sense of humor with the final day on the horizon, but that and her comforting presence were about all that was keeping him sane. As he heard Marina’s footsteps traveling up the stairs, he allowed himself to reveal his treasure.
The shaking of withdrawals mixed with the shaking of excitement as he removed the vial from its cotton wrapping within the slim box, the liquid inside slowly adjusting to the new angle as he held it aloft. taking out the syringe, he tried to ever so gently slip the cap off despite his unsteadiness, but he was suddenly startled by an unexpected clearing of a throat.
By some miracle, he managed to catch the syringe and vial in his pocket instead of sending it clattering to the floor, and as his head whipped around to find the source of the sound he saw not a threat but the beautiful occultist who had once again managed to sneak up on him. Realizing he’d grabbed his rifle subconsciously, he just as suddenly set it down and tried to feign casual.
“Were you going to share with the class young man?” Marina said teasingly, a smirk sprawled across her face as her piercings glinted in the low moonlight that barely eased its way into the bookshop.
Levi’s heart was beating out of his chest, and all that managed to escape his mouth were nervous stutters of “ummm”.
“Don’t worry, I’m not upset” Marina said, her voice making it clear she meant it. “I’m not stupid, I’ve seen your arms. I’m just asking if you could bare to share”.
“Oh no… you… you don’t want… this… like you said, you’ve seen what it does…” Levi stammered out, his hands doing their best to cover the paraphernalia without being pricked by the exposed sharp.
“Oh no, what a tragedy it would be to go from student to junkie in 24 hours” Marina said, throwing her hand to her forehead with dramatic flair. She looked at Levi like she was expecting him to join in on her joke, before lowering her hand and saying more straight faced “Seriously, tomorrow's the third day. If I survive long enough to deal with the consequences, I’ll consider myself lucky”.
Levi clung on to the syringe tightly. He’d met this shining light of a girl, and now here he was drawing her into his horrid addiction. Clenching his fist to steel himself. “I… I can’t let you. You don’t deserve to go through this, through these withdrawals… we’re going to get you out”.
Marina moved closer to him, once again putting her hand on his shoulder with a softness that made the soldier boy blush. “I appreciate the thought Levi, I really do… but we don't know how tomorrow will go, and we’ve already had close calls. I just want to feel free one last time, before I go…” Despite her gentle tone, Levi saw through her calm facade, the hints of tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Seeing her headstrong confidence began to chip like the brave face it was broke Levi’s heart. He at least had been through years of war, and while it certainly left him worse for ware, he at least had a frame of reference. As far as he knew, Marina went from a fairly quiet student life to horrors beyond comprehension, with no adjustment period. Acting before his withdrawal addled brain could awaken enough to stop him, Levi hucked the vial of heroin across the bookstore, hearing a crack as the thick glass vial fractured against the wall and divulged its contents in beads and puddles against the rough wood floor.
It was Marina’s turn to stammer, as she asked with
wide eyes “but… but your addiction?”
Taking her remaining hand in his, Levi said with all the assurance he could muster “I can’t let myself get comfortable. I need to get you out of here. So you can be free for real”. Suddenly there was a blur of motion and soft, pink lips crashed against Levi’s, the pressure of Marina’s piercings leaving small indents against the skin around his mouth. He tried his best to not show it was his first kiss ever, allowing her to take the lead and simply following how she drove the sensation. As a warm tongue entered his mouth, he couldn’t help but let out a pathetic little whimper, something that only made Marina more aggressively explore his mouth. At some point she had climbed into his lap, and Levi relished in the pressure of her weight up against him.
After what had both felt like an impossibly long time and barely any time at all, Marina broke from the kiss, looking deep into Levi’s eyes in a way that made him feel like collapsing into himself and forcibly kissing her all at once. As she slowly ran her fingers over Levi’s scalp, sending shivers down his spine, she spoke in a tone similar to her normal teasing but with an extra layer that tied Levi’s stomach up in knots more than his withdrawals already had it. “You seem the type who likes being told what to do, soldier boy?”
Sheepishly, Levi nodded, somewhat embarrassed to make eye contact. Maybe it was his authoritarian upbringing, maybe it was a correction against the way he heard other soldiers talk about treating their girlfriends back home, but Levi couldn’t deny he had liked letting Marina take the lead.
“Then I want you to help me forget for just a little while” as she said this, she stood up, turning around and putting her hand on Levi's shoulder, the message clear. Levi slunk out of the chair and onto his knees. If he was able to hide his inexperience before by following her lead, Levi realized he had no such shield here, and it’s not like he’d practiced on his own at all either. Going straight from a religious orphanage to the military had meant alone time was something of a foreign concept to Levi. Desperately he tried his best to remember what he’d heard other soldiers say in those moments he wasn’t able to tune out their braggadocious conversations. There was something about spelling your name? Or the alphabet? As a thousand panicked thoughts ran through Levi’s head, he heard a skirt hit the floor, and as he looked up sitting in his face was a lace-panty adorned erection.
Now he was truly without a frame of reference. Marina stared at him expectantly, and with a jolt Levi realized hesitating any longer may across as discomfort or reluctance. As if on cue, Levi saw Marina’s face start to shift, heard her began to say something. No! Levi thought, this girl was the sole bright spot he’d had in his entire existence, he was not going to give even an inkling of doubt how much he cared for her. With all the speed and ferocity of an attack dog, Levi pulled the lace panties out and over the protrusion, opened his mouth as wide as possible and buried as much as he could of the girl’s length down his throat.
“ohmygod” Marina whimpered, clamping her hand over her mouth at the sensation of a wet throat enveloped a full three quarters of her before she even saw it coming. Just as suddenly however, she felt the cold air rapidly cooling the saliva on her as she exited the boy’s throat, followed by a gag as Levi sent a stream of watery bile down the front of his coveralls.
“Oh my god” Marina said, this time for a very different reason. “Are you okay?”
Levi wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, thankful for the fact he hadn’t eaten much today. “Sorry… it’s my first time” he said sheepishly.
“You don’t need to say sorry, I’m sorry! We don’t have to continue if you don’t…”
As she was blustering, Levi took her hand, kissing it softly. “I want to make you feel good. It’s just my first time. Please let me get better, for you” Levi said, still catching his breath in between words.
As Marina closed her mouth silently, Levi let go of her, peeling back the top of his coveralls and allowing it to gather behind him over his legs. Levi shuddered as the sweat-soaked bandages around his chest were exposed to the night air, and although Marina clearly saw them she didn’t say anything of it.
Levi thought of the countless hours he’d been
forced to spend in this very position, head down in fealty to unseen forces he never cared to worship. Now here he was, back straight, staring up at a girl he wanted nothing more but to worship with the same reverence usually reserved for an alter. Taking her length in hand, he absolved to do just that.
Starting off with a more measured approach, Levi took just her head into his lips, focusing on exploring the soft pink area as well as the sheath around it. Levi revelled in the different tastes and sensations his tongue picked up, earning a soft whimper from Marina as his tongue explored the slit at the tip of her length.
It wasn’t long however, before Levi could feel the eager rocking of Marina’s hips as she began to work herself deeper into his throat. At first a small jump in depth, but quickly Levi realized at least half of her was down his throat and he was trying his best not to gag. Her remaining hand had found its way looped into his hair, and Levi could hear her moans as she fucked into him. Breathing through his nose helped somewhat, but he could tell something had to give, and as he started to lose his battle against his dry heaves around her cock he felt another wave of watery vomit come exploding out of his throat, pushing Marina out of him at the same time.
However, this time she quickly put herself back in his throat, and Levi heard her say breathy and ragged “shhhh it’s okay, you can take it”.Levi tried to keep it down, but another warm shower of vomit came not too long after, prompting a whimper from Marina as it did as she muttered “so warm” before plunging herself back in his throat. Levi was light headed and his watery eyes meant he could barely see, but the sound cues and eager touching he was getting from the gorgeous woman told him all he needed to know. Even if he was probably being disgustingly bad at intimacy he was still bringing her pleasure, still a worthy toy to help this woman enjoy herself, and that was all he needed to be.
Belatedly, he realized Marina was guiding him by the hand, and they arrived at the bed in the upstairs of the bookstore. Marina instructed him to lay on his back, and Levi was confused as he felt his head being hung off the side of the bed before Marina continued to fuck his throat like some kind of hole, the drool from his gaping maw beginning to trickle down his face. This time when he was next racked by the throes of nausea, Marina didn’t even bother pulling out, simply holding him in place while his tangy bile-tinged filth poured down his face and into his hair. His nose burned and his eyes were truly closed now, but as her hips smashed into his face Levi could feel the shake in her legs propelling him to keep taking it. If he had felt like a toy before,now he truly felt taken control of, like he was putty in her hands that she could mold into whatever she wanted him to be. Her little soldier boy. She said jump, he would jump. He wanted to wait on her hand and foot, to give her everything a being as ethereal as her deserved. Levi’s brain screamed for air, his stomach burned as his loud, coughing gags caused his stomach to clench around emptiness, looking to find anything it could use to expel this violent intruder into this throat. A final weak stream of bile escaped his mouth as Levi’s vision begun to go black and his ears rang, and the last thing he heard before going unconscious was the stuttering whimper that Marina was close.
When Levi came to, he was wrapped in a blanket at the foot of the bed, a Marina who looked equal parts blissfully and relieved, holding him in her lap as she stroked his hair. As she fed him small bits of stale bread, she asked him if he was okay and if she went too rough. Levi wished he could explain just how much he needed to be treated like that, but simply settled for explaining that he was okay and that she didn’t do anything wrong. Once she finally accepted it, the two simply stayed in each others arms, Levi in awe at the post-orgasm glow that seemed to radiate off Marina, causing her to look even more the goddess she was to him, while Levi couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking about. Marina looked down at him with heavily lidded eyes and said “Let’s sleep so we can get out of here, Together.”
As the two rolled over, Levi was kicking himself for missing out on a chance to say I love you after Marina’s together, hoping against hope he’d get another chance to tell her before too late.
While Levi didn’t know it yet, the occultist was kicking herself about the exact same thing inches away in the bed. Realizing she couldn’t live with herself if this went unsaid, she sought to make sure that they’d have no regrets even if tomorrow didn’t go as planned. Turning over and placing her soft lips right next to Levi’s ear, Levi was awoken from the soft hint of slumber that had fallen over him by a whisper of his name and a kiss against his sensitive earlobe, followed by that all important phrase that he would gleefully return seconds later.
“I love you”