Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
Bane
Almost every creature in existence has an expiry date, with an exception of a few.
Humans are the ones I deal with the most, the ones with the shortest life span.
I’ve always lurked in the shadows, watching from afar, never one to make myself known in fear of interfering with fate.
That was exactly what I was doing. Minding my own damn business, doing my job. The only reason I'm here is to collect the souls on my list.
I shouldn’t have stopped, I shouldn't have investigated the source of the melancholy ramblings of a dying man. But, I did. I allowed that tug inside me to guide me to this perplexing man.
Onyx Asher. Age twenty-eight. Diagnosis: lymphatic cancer.
He’s on my list. I’ve seen his name. Onyx was not meant to be one of those souls collected tonight.
So why did I offer him a deal? A deal I rarely make.
Owning someone's soul can be messy, time consuming, and more work than it’s worth.
When I was a young reaper, I was eager to show my worth, to prove that choosing me to do this job was the right choice.
Owning a soul gets you ahead in the game. I thought by having more power, it would put me at an advantage.
It did. But as time went on, it wasn’t worth it.
A reaper’s job is to collect the souls of the newly fallen. We bring them to Hell and hand them over to the keepers of the pit of souls. They are to decide what souls are useful, or not.
Once we hand them over, our job is done until the next batch of souls we collect.
The souls that are freely given to us in the deals we make are not that easy.
When their new time comes, they don’t go to the pit, but stay with the reaper who owns them. Sometimes they are made into a reaper themselves and work under their master, some get other positions in Hell.
If they fuck up and piss off the wrong people, we’re responsible for them.
After one of my past souls almost cost me my job by pissing off the king of Hell himself and was tossed into the pit, I vowed never to make another deal.
Apparently, that ends tonight.
As I stare down at the delectable human before me, my cock stiffens against my slacks.
Huh. Well that's an interesting reaction. Humans are not normally my thing. I prefer incubi. They’re an easy fuck, down to do just about anything I want and are like eager little puppies, willing to please. They don’t care, as long as they get off and get the power they need.
Humans are breakable. They can’t handle the undead.
Something tells me, Onyx might be the exception.
I guess we’re about to find out.
“So, if you don’t want my blood, how do we solidify this deal?” Onyx asks, shifting from one foot to the other.
My little human is nervous, the smell of fear comes off him in waves, making my cock pulse with need.
A slow grin slips over my lips as I take another step closer. My face, inches from his, his warm breath fanning across my lips.
He’s so confused, it’s adorable. He doesn't know if he should run, or beg me to fuck him. I can smell how aroused he is, he smells fucking delicious.
His wide eyes flick between mine as he blinks rapidly, his breathing coming in quick choppy breaths. I love how much I affect him.
“With… other bodily fluids.” My voice is a thick rumble.
I watch as his brows furrow, thinking over my words. The pink that creeps over his cheeks lets me know when it clicks inside his sexy little mind.
He swallows hard, voice trembling as he asks. “So, you want me to fuck you or something, is that it?”
The laugh that leaves me is deep, booming. “Oh no, sweet little human.” I chuckle as I circle him, eyeing up my prey. He’s frozen in place but his eyes try to track me. I can hear his heart pumping, working in overdrive.
Stopping behind him, I bring my lips to his ear, just a breath away from making contact. “I would be the one to fuck you.” I whisper.
I grin as a full body shudder takes over him, a whimper leaving his pink pouty lips.
“R-right here?” he asks, voice a trembling whisper.
“Right. Here.” I growl, groaning as I inhale his scent. It’s sweet and spicy. I bet his blood tastes just as good as he smells.
I’m not a vampire, I don’t need blood to survive. I just enjoy the taste.
“So what’s it going to be, Onyx. Leave here and die tomorrow, next week, maybe if you're lucky, next month. Or take my deal, and live forever.”
“Forever?” he asks. “Is that possible?”
“On Earth. No. But in Hell, with me, it is. Once you die, you will be by my side for all of eternity.” That is if he doesn’t fuck up and earn a one way trip to the pit.
If that happens, I’ll deliver him myself.
I’m taking a big risk by making this deal, if he fucks it up, then I might not be lucky enough to get another chance.
I can almost see the gears inside his mind working as he thinks about what to do next.
A part of him thinks I’m just some man rambling crazy nonsense. Humans almost never believe the unexplainable. Not until they experience it themselves. But I’m about to show him just how wrong he is.
“If I make this deal, the cancer is gone?”
“Yes.”
He takes a deep breath before blowing it out.
Come on little human, say yes. I want to fucking devour you. I’ve never felt this out of control before. Craving another being as intensely as I do right now.
“Okay.”
I pause, my whole body straining not to touch him. Not yet.
“Say these words. I Onyx, make a deal with you, reaper Bane. In exchange for my soul, you cure my cancer, giving me longer to live.”
“I Onyx, make a deal with you, Reaper Bane.” His words come out slow, unsure. “In exchange for my soul, you cure my cancer, giving me longer to live.”
My eyes flutter shut as a surge of power rushes through me as the deal snaps into place.
I lied. I don’t need to fuck him to solidify the deal. His words are binding enough.
But he doesn’t need to know that.
Unable to hold back anymore, I step forward, pressing my front against his back, wrapping my arm around his shoulder, my hand coming up to grip his throat.
The moment I touch him, a full body shock consumes me, power I’ve never felt before rushing through my veins. My hand tightens around his throat as my eyes roll back into my head. Fuck. Fucking hell. This can not be fucking happening. Damn it!
Onyx lets out a choking sound. “Bane.” he rasps, clawing at my hand.
My eyes come back into focus and I lose my grip just enough to allow him to suck in air.
“Sorry.” I rasp, feeling my control slip. I should step away, turn around and get the hell out of here right now.
Instead, I spin Onyx around and shove him forward. He lets out a grunt as I bend him over one of the gravestones.
“W-what are you doing?” He asks, panting as I drop to my knees.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, grabbing the hem of his jeans and yanking them down.
He tries to get up, but I shove him back down.
“Stay still.” I growl. “The more you fight, the harder it makes me.” I chuckle.
“Don’t act like you don’t want this. I can smell you, Onyx.
I can smell how much of a desperate little slut you are for me. ”
“Fuck.” he pants out. “I can’t believe this is happening. Is this even real?”
“Oh it’s real, Little Human.” I murmur, looking down and groaning as I admire his firm peachy ass. My mouth waters, wanting a taste for myself but we don’t have time for that.
I need to be inside him, to feel this tight hole choke my fat cock as he cries out for me.
Taking a step back, I watch him slumped over the gravestone, ass up in the air like a little fucking tease.
Pulling my slacks down, I free my shaft. It’s hard as stone, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, shooting a scathing look at me over his shoulder and I see red. Who does this fucking brat think he is?
My jaw grinds as I glare daggers at him.
He wants to speed this up? I can do that.
He cries out as I grip him, my fingers curling around his hip to hold him in place as I line my cock up with his needy hole.
“Wait!” he calls out. “Aren’t you going to prep me?”
I grin wickedly and chuckle. “And why would I do that? I thought you wanted me to hurry up.” I growl before thrusting forward.
Onyx screams as I curse, his ass squeezing around my cock like a vise. “That’s it.” I groan. “Scream for me Little Human while I fucking own this ass.”
Pulling all the way back, I thrust forward again as I start to pound into him mercilessly, the sounds of our flesh slapping together filling the calm silence of the cemetery. If the dead were sleeping before, they sure as hell aren’t now.
“W-whats going on?” Onyx moans like a whore, jutting his ass out for more.
The cries that leave him aren’t ones of pain, no, they’re pure blinding pleasure.
“Magic.” I grunt, my chest heaving as I feel my control slip. I’m fucking him like I hate him, because in this moment I do.
Making this deal was a mistake. Touching him was an even bigger one. But what's done is done and there’s no turning back.
I’m not even sure I’d want to. He feels so good, so perfect. I could live in this ass.
“But magic isn’t real.” he moans.
“Keep thinking that, Little Human. Doesn’t change the fact that your human ass is taking my ten inch cock like a fucking pro.”
He lets out a strangled noise as I hit his sweet spot. “It’s not that big.” He huffs out.
My lip peels back in a snarl. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I yank him up, bringing his back to my front.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Little Human.” I growl, my other hand wrapping around his throat.
I squeeze, cock jerking at the way his eyes widen.
I moan, eyes fluttering closed as I inhale the mix of his arousal and fear.
“Or what.” he struggles to get out. “Are you going to kill me? Kind of defeats the purpose of helping me live longer if you're just going to take my life anyway.”
Holding him against my body, I stop moving, burying my cock deep in his ass.
Seconds pass by, our mingled breaths filling the cool air around us.