Chapter Seventeen – Grim
Chapter Seventeen
Grim
She was right. My body was warm for the first time in a hundred years and thrumming with something that was close to... life. Except it wasn’t. It was an imitation of it, a memory of it... As if my body remembered what a woman’s touch was supposed to do to it, so it responded to Millie, shuddering under her exploring fingers, hardening and pulsating. And all this was possible without a drop of blood running through my veins.
An erection shouldn’t have been possible. I hadn’t thought it was. After I became a reaper, I put aside all thoughts of women, love, lust, companionship. Those weren’t available to me anymore, or so I’d thought. The woman that was currently half naked under me was proving me wrong.
Still, I had no heart. Yet my chest, as hollow as it was, ached for her. I had no stomach, yet I could feel knots of anxiousness forming in the space where it should have been. And my balls... They hung heavy between my thighs, and I could tell they were filled with something – something I wanted to give to her –but I had no idea what it was. My body held no fluids. No blood, no saliva, and certainly, no semen. I knew I wanted – needed – to fill Millie, to pour myself inside her, but I was at a loss as to what was going to shoot out of my cock when the time came.
It was ridiculous how little I knew about my own body! When it turned from mortal to immortal under the touch of Death, it hadn’t come with a manual.
Millie removed her pants in haste. They were elegant, made of some soft fabric I didn’t know the name of. Everything she wore was exquisite and fit her perfectly, as if her clothes were all bespoke. I was glad she was removing them herself, as I wouldn’t have known how to handle them without my bony fingers poking into them.
“Please,” she said, her fingers slipping under the elastic of her panties. She started rolling them down her thighs.
I didn’t know what her “please” meant, what she wanted me to do. I watched in awe as she revealed herself to me, her pussy perfectly shaved, the lips pink and glistening with her juices. Mesmerized by the beauty of her sex, I descended onto her body and gently parted her legs to have a better look.
With a sigh, she relaxed and spread herself for me. I was lying on the bed now, between her knees, which she bent slightly. Her pussy was perfect. Back in my mortal days, the ones I’d seen on the few women I’d been with, hadn’t been shaved. Granted, I hadn’t exactly dated high-born ladies, to put it politely. I ran my bony finger from her dripping entrance to her tiny clit, careful not to hurt her. I truly didn’t think my fingers were made to touch such softness. Her juices coated the tips of them, and she let out a throaty moan.
“Yes,” she said.
I wanted to taste her. It wasn’t possible, of course, as I had no sense of taste. The only sense that had still stuck around was my sense of smell, but even that I couldn’t be too sure about. Sometimes I thought I imagined the scents I felt, and didn’t actually smell them. Nonetheless, I flicked my tongue over her folds, getting the tip coated with her juices. Since I didn’t produce saliva, I was going to need the secretions of her beautiful body to make up for it. To be certain my tongue – which was like parchment – didn’t hurt her, I dipped it inside her pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
That gave me courage. As clumsy as I thought I was, I was doing something right. I traced my tongue back up to her clit and started licking it in circles, faster and faster, as fast as my inexperienced tongue could manage. She arched her back, and next thing I knew, her hands were on my skull, pressing me down. At first, I thought she was going to try and remove my hood, but she didn’t as much as pull at it. I appreciated that she respected my wish to remain cloaked. It wasn’t that my body would shatter or turn to dust without it, but I doubted Millie would still want to do these things with me if she saw me in my marred, burned, naked glory.
“Right there. Don’t stop.” She was breathing faster, her chest rising and falling.
I focused on her tiny nub, licking and sucking on it, making sure I used her juices to keep my tongue wet. Soon enough, her moans became louder, and her thighs squeezed around my skull, trapping me between them, as she came. I didn’t stop, and after a few seconds, she let out a muffled scream and came again, this time wrapping her legs around my back.
“Sensitive... mmm,” she protested.
I looked up and realized she’d covered her mouth with the edge of the pillow and was biting into it. I remembered that her sister’s room was just down the hall, and even if the walls and doors were thick, it was better to be as silent as possible. The poor girl was traumatized already; she didn’t need to know that her big sister was fucking a... Grim Reaper.
“Come here,” Millie said, pulling me up her body. Her hands started roaming underneath my cloak, and I shrunk, feeling self-conscious. “Don’t worry, I won’t take it off. I just want to touch you, feel you...” She unbuttoned my shirt, and without looking, pressed her chest to mine.
We were skin to skin, and I could feel her heart beating in her chest. It was such a powerful thing that, for a second, I was tricked into believing that my own heart had grown back and was beating, too, in unison with hers.
“See?” She claimed my mouth in a kiss. “This is perfect.”
I chuckled bitterly. “You’re perfect. As for me... And for what we’re doing...”
“Shh...” Her hand reached between our bodies and wrapped around my cock. “I want you inside me.”
“I don’t know...”
“Let’s find out.”
I couldn’t say no when I knew I wanted the same thing. Maybe more than she did.