Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
Onyx
“Up, sleepy human,” Bane growls, spanking my exposed ass cheek twice.
“Fuck! I don’t want to die,” I yell, jerking awake.
Bane looks bemused as he crosses his arms and he watches me.
“Care to explain that?” he asks. My cheeks flood with heat as I shake my head rapidly. “I didn’t think it was possible you’d be so dense, Little Human, but I suppose I need to explain this again. You can’t die, not for long. Worrying about it is just silly.”
“When I die, the world is black and there’s nothing for miles,” I admit, rubbing the warmth on my ass as I get up. “Just because you’re going to bring me back doesn’t make it suck any less.”
“The darkness is a construct of your mind to deal with death,” Bane muses, following me to the bathroom.
“A little privacy, please?” I ask, walking naked into the shower and turn it on. Fuck it, I’ll just pee down the drain to save time. Bane doesn’t really seem very big on leaving me alone.
“So you can slip and kill yourself?” Bane snorts. “Absolutely not. You’re coming to work with me. I have souls to reap.”
“You mean kill,” I mutter, pouting as I wash up.
“Don’t be jealous,” my reaper coos. “You’re the only one I bring back to life for fun. I’ll be fucking you for all eternity. I’m sure there are lots of ways I can keep things spicy.”
My cock has been hard since I woke up, and pissing with an erection is just as much of a bitch in Hell as it was while I was alive.
“You’re doing that thing where you’re scary,” I say, turning off the water as I finish. Now I just need to eat before he rushes me out of here.
My stomach growls pathetically, which makes Bane chuckle as I dry my skin.
“I know, I know,” I complain, opening the door to the shower as I step out. “Sleeping and eating are human constructs I don’t need, but why does my stomach still insist on needing food? It’s eating itself!”
“You’re very dramatic,” he says. “Dry your back. Look, you missed an entire section.”
“I have little arms,” I sigh, tossing him the towel. “If it bothers you, then you can be my back dryer.”
“I’m doing it because it makes me want to spank you when I see that you’re still wet, not because I’m your slave,” Bane says snootily, drying my back roughly.
“That’s not what I meant,” I argue, his not so tender ministrations throwing off my balance.
Catching myself on the sink, I glare at Bane.
“Hurry up. If you’re not done in five minutes, I’ll starve you.”
Rolling my eyes as soon as it’s safe to do so, I brush my teeth and use mouthwash to kill any hint of bacteria. Can I lose my teeth down here? Is gingivitis a thing?
I don’t fucking care, I’m going to floss too. Ignoring Bane yelling at me, I finish up and hurry into the bedroom to throw on a pair of ripped black jeans and a band tee. While Bane insists that I shouldn’t be able to feel cold, I pull on a hoodie and put on my socks and combat boots.
Who knows where he’ll take me while he’s working. I’m a walking billboard for how fucked up death can be.
“Move, move, move,” Bane hisses, hurrying me out the door. “I asked Lucifer’s chef to make food that you could grab and eat while walking. I figured this way you wouldn’t take forever.”
I will never not be weirded out about Bane speaking to Lucifer’s anything. While Bane’s delivery could be better, it is nice that he’s making sure I eat.
Breakfast is an egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich on an English muffin. Bane toasts it with a touch of his finger for me, and I groan as I take a bite of my food. This definitely deserves my sex noises.
“If anyone hears you, I’ll be forced to kill them,” he groans, hustling me down the hall. “Please moan quieter.”
Bane adjusts his cock in his pants, his chest proudly on display under his reaper hood. I can’t help but admire how hot he is as I finish my food, and then I’m falling through a portal with Bane.
“Ahh!” I scream as we pop out of the portal. Who am I kidding, I haven’t stopped screaming since I fell into the portal in the fucking floor.
“Shhh,” Bane says, chuckling. “It’s better when you don’t know it’s coming.”
“Better for who?” I gasp out, my hand on my chest. “Can I have a heart attack?”
“Yes, but you’re not having one,” he reassures me as we walk.
We’re in a different country, and I can’t stop looking around as people speak Spanish all around me. Bane’s long legs force me to practically run alongside him, and then his arm binds against my chest to stop me.
“People really need to get off their phones,” he says conversationally, his eyes on a woman in a nice suit as she walks.
I bite my lip as I see that she’s on the phone, chattering with someone without looking.
“Another car accident?” I ask, pretending to be bored already. My heart pounds as I watch the woman continue.
“Pfft. Don’t insult me,” Bane grunts, snapping his fingers.
The scaffolding above her collapses as she walks under it, and she never has a chance to scream.
“Let’s go see the proof that I’m not boring,” Bane says, grabbing my hand and hurrying across the street.
I swear, if he was anyone else, he’d be skipping or shaking his butt like a happy little golden retriever. Bane is definitely not a dog, but I have to swallow back my amusement as he drags me along.
A pole is impaled in her skull while her eyes gaze sightlessly, and Bane snaps his fingers with a grin.
“Hola, senora,” he says, too happy as he grabs her hand. “Desafortunadamente, estás muerta. Ven conmigo.”
I have no idea what he’s saying as he zaps us out of Columbia and back to Hell. Bane has me close my eyes while he hands off the woman and my stomach lurches uncomfortably when he takes us somewhere else.
Blinking hard, I decide that he’s fucking with me.
He doesn’t actually need a portal each time he needs to go somewhere else I’m learning because he can bounce from country to country.
He can also speak any language he needs to in order to communicate with his reaping as well, but he never stops to explain this.
I’m learning everything on the go.
By the fourth trip, I’m getting tired and horny. Watching Bane work has my cock leaking, and I know he can smell my arousal. His nostrils flare from time to time, and finally he groans loudly.
“Little Human, I think that we’ve been working for long enough,” he growls, stalking me until my back is pressed against a brick wall.
We’re currently in a very busy area of New York City, but Bane doesn’t seem to care.
“Have we?” I breathe, looking up at him. God, he’s so gorgeous. His chiseled jaw calls to me, and I rise up onto my toes to kiss along it. “What do you have in mind?”
Bane’s fingers make quick work of my pants, and he yanks them down until my cock pops out. It’s red and angry from rubbing against my jeans. I went without boxers in my hurry to get out the door, and Bane’s lips curl as he drops to his knees.
This isn’t a position I get to see him in often, and I moan as his tongue flattens to lick up the underside of my cock. His lips are covered with a thin layer of hair, and my hands fist to keep myself from grinding against his face for friction.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, like the little slut you are,” Bane groans. “All of New York is scurrying around, living their lives, while I get to fuck my mate.”
“They can’t see?” I ask, my breath hitching as he swallows my cock down. He makes loud, sexy noises as he sucks my dick, his nearly black eyes sparkling with mischief.
Maybe this time, he won’t kill me. And, maybe pigs fly. There’s no way to know how this will go with him.
“Nope. They’ll walk right by, and never know how big of a fucking slut you are for my cock. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? All I’ve smelled for hours is how much you want me.”
“I do,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back as his nails run over my balls lightly. “I shouldn’t think it’s this sexy to watch you work.”
“I get turned on by death, it’s nice to see I’m not the only one.”
My view quickly changes as he grabs me and we disappear to a higher point in the city. I’m standing out on a balcony, looking down at the street from the third floor of a building.
“Did you know that I can kill people other than you while fucking your tight little ass?” Bane growls in my ear, pushing me back down over the railing.
His hands open my ass cheeks so he can spit on my hole, and he uses that as lube to push his thick finger in.
“Do you see the business man yelling at the barista from here?” he asks.
I force myself to open my eyes, and I see the man is indeed losing his shit through the large window.
“Yes. I see,” I whimper.
“Watch what happens when you’re a rude, entitled asshole,” Bane says, removing his finger to eat out my hole.
My jaw slackens with desire as I gasp, and I watch as another man steps out of line and punches him. My moans get louder as I watch. I can hear the sounds of people bustling through the city and horns honking as my cock twitches, and I’m fairly certain there are people working behind me.
None of that matters as the man beating the fuck out of the rude business man lifts a chair and begins to use that to kill him.
“I’m pretty sure he’s dead,” I moan.
“I’ll deal with him later,” Bane groans. “Fuck, you taste so good, Little Human. Why am I so addicted?”
I don’t have words to give him as he pushes his fingers inside of me, and my cock bounces with the force of his thrusts.
“I need more,” he grunts, ripping off my pants.
Turning me around, he lifts me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. “Listen for the sounds of cars as they collide together. That’s me also killing people.
There’s nothing like a big city to reap souls.
It makes me so fucking hard, and there’s no one to fuck afterward. ”
Bane sounds like he’s complaining as he releases his large cock, and I can’t help but grin. It’s sadistic that I’m both amused and proud to be his post reaping fuck, yet maybe that’s my calling. I can’t turn back time. No one can.