Chapter Eighteen – Millie
Chapter Eighteen
Millie
I felt his scars, his burns, the places where his skin was rough, and I realized that I loved them all. I wanted to see him without the cloak, but it was clear he wasn’t ready. I closed my eyes and thought back to the first time we met, on the roof of the MSA building, and I grabbed his cloak, pulled it, and it slid down his back. Underneath, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I saw his back, his torso, and his arms, all covered in marred flesh. His skeleton was visible, too, wrapped in a sort of darkness that seemed to hold his material form together. After that event, he’d probably thought it was better to wear a shirt underneath his cloak, just in case I got any other ideas into my head.
It was funny, in a way. Or it would’ve been funny, had it not been so sad. Grim was ashamed of his body.
His pants were around his knees, and his shirt was wide open, but seeing how his heavy, expansive cloak covered him and me both, I couldn’t see anything. Feeling him would have to do for now.
I guided his cock between my legs, teasing my entrance with the engorged head. My pussy sucked him in immediately, starved to be filled after so many years of zero action. He tensed, and I gently stroked his chest and buried my face in his cloak to kiss the length of his neck. Slowly, I felt him relax.
He started moving his hips, thrusting inside me, penetrating me inch by inch. I hated that I couldn’t see his cock, but the way he filled me told me it was long and thick. Already, he was hitting all the right spots.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“How could you?”
He grabbed hold of my hips and buried himself inside me completely, his heavy balls resting against my buttocks. I wrapped my arms around him and kept my face hidden underneath his hood, against his neck. It was dark, so dark that it didn’t make sense to keep my eyes open. We were so close now, and as he started moving, fucking me slowly and deliberately, he wrapped me in his cloak. We were two people – well, a human and a monster – wrapped in a cocoon of magic and darkness.
It felt comforting. His cloak was something special. It gave me the feeling that it could shield me from anything. Not just from malevolent things from the outside world, but from the dark things that lurked inside my mind, too. Fear, anxiety, dread – Grim’s cloak would protect me from all of it.
After a few minutes, he was still moving slowly, as if he wanted to savor these special moments. I didn’t rush him, as my pleasure built and built steadily, rising in my core, making my pussy throb with the need to milk him. I had no idea what was going to happen then, and I didn’t care. If there were consequences to sleeping with a reaper, it wasn’t like I was going to be around for long to find out what they were.
His thrusts were firm, his body wrapped around me with such intensity that it almost felt desperate. And I realized in that moment that I needed him, but... maybe he needed me more. I started kissing his neck, and I felt and heard the growl that escaped him as he started moving faster, fucking me harder. The tip of his cock pushed against my cervix, over and over, and my eyes rolled in my head from how good that felt.
“Mmm... don’t stop,” I whispered in his ear.
“Never,” he whispered back. His arms tightened around me. “I’ll never stop protecting you.”
I chuckled. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know.” He pulled away just enough to look into my eyes. To me, it was all the same... Underneath his hood, all I could see was the abyss. “I’ll never stop fucking you, either. If that’s what you want.”
“Finally, you’re getting it...” My giggle was cut short by a particular hard trust. I let out a moan and clung to him for dear life. Or death. As I neared what I knew would be a shattering orgasm, by thoughts stopped making sense.
I moved my hips in sync with his, forcing him to go faster and harder. I was close... so close... I bit my lower lip, trying to keep silent. Grim threw me over the edge unexpectedly, when he angled his hips in such a way that his cock hit the most delicious spot inside me. I let out a small cry, my toes curling and my back arching, my hands holding on to his cloak.
“Oh!” That was the only word I could utter, and it wasn’t even a word. It was an interjection.
“Millie...”
I felt him tense up. He went still as he pumped... something inside me. I could feel it. It was dense, but it wasn’t wet. It filled me to the brim, and I could swear that it snaked its way inside my uterus, and from there, it felt like it wrapped around my ovaries. It moved up, up, up, until it enveloped most of my organs. It wasn’t liquid. It was... I didn’t know what it was.
Grim moved away, his cock slipping out of me. He must’ve been curious himself, because he sat up on his knees and stared at my pussy in awe.
“What is it?” I asked, sitting up. I looked down between my legs, and my eyes widened at the sight of darkness – literal darkness – seeping out of me. It poured like smoke over my thighs and the bed sheets, but it didn’t stain them. After a few seconds, it vanished.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“What?” My eyes snapped back to his shrouded face.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you... you know... the real thing.”
“What are you talking about?” I reached a hand between my legs and dipped my fingers into the darkness that oozed out of my pussy. My fingers came back stained with black, but the color disappeared within seconds. I rubbed my fingers together and realized there was a certain smoothness to the darkness that had just come out of Grim. “I can feel it inside me,” I told him. “Wrapped around my organs.”
His shock was palpable. “I’m so sorry, Millie.”
I smiled. “Really, you have to stop apologizing. If anything, this is way cleaner than... what did you call it? The real thing.” I closed my legs and rubbed them together. “I don’t need to take a shower, and that’s a huge plus, trust me.”
He looked at me, unsure of what to say.
“Come here,” I reached out for him, and after a moment’s hesitation, he fell into my arms. “Will you sleep with me tonight? Keep me under your cloak?”
“You know I will.”
“Good. Because I need you, Grim. Not just as my bodyguard, but as...” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence, though. It was hard to put into words how I felt. Say it in a way that made sense.
“As what?” He looked down at me, searching my face. “What are we, Millie?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are we friends?”
“More than friends.”
“For how long?” he asked. There was sadness in his voice, and I realized we were back to talking about the dark things that awaited us. Mostly me.
“For as long as I live,” I said. “Which isn’t long, I know...”
“And what if I find a way? What if I get you out of the deal with Ma-Vasha? What if you live, Millie? A long, full life... Then, for how long will you want me by your side?”
I cupped his skull with my hands and looked into the bottomless depths of his eye sockets. “Again, for as long as I live.”
He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. I had a feeling he didn’t believe me. Well, that only meant I’d have to try harder. Because if he, indeed, found a way to rid me of Ma-Vasha and the stupid bargain I’d made, I fully intended to make this thing between us official.
A human and a monster – not something unheard of. Humans and monsters mated all the time.
A human and a Grim Reaper. So what? Why not? I was Camellia Aster, and I could choose whoever I wanted.