Chapter 27
Corbin
I kept Sebbie occupied with kisses while I reached back and prepped myself. I knew Sebbie would happily do it, but I wanted to take care of him tonight. I wanted to give him everything he wanted.
Plus, I knew how much he liked me commenting on his cute little dick, and I was betting that a little dirty talk while I rode him would drive him crazy in the best way possible. After I’d done some minimal prepping, I straddled his lower legs, taking the lube and pouring some over his dick.
He sucked a breath in at the coolness of it. I put my hand on him, spreading the lube around his dick but not giving him too much friction. “Don’t need too much of this, right, baby?” I asked. “You won’t be too much for me to take, will you?”
“No,” he groaned out. “Oh my god, Corbin. Please. Please put my little dick inside of you.”
I leaned down and kissed him, unable to help myself. I nipped his lip, then I corrected him. “Your cute little dick.”
“Yes,” Sebbie hissed out.
I positioned myself over him, using my hands to aim his cock straight for my hole. When the tip was lined up, I sank down, slowly but without pausing. We both groaned, and I didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside me.
“Corbin,” Sebbie gasped out.
I lifted my hips, angled myself, and sank down again, moaning. “Look at that, baby, your cute cock is just barely big enough to hit my prostate.”
Sebbie was groaning, but he was staring at my bouncing cock at the same time. I let my tail out, because I wanted him to feel good in every way imaginable. I reached one hand back to lube it up, and then I slid it between Sebbie’s legs, seeking out his hole.
“Corbin!” he gasped, his eyes wide.
“That’s my tail, baby,” I smirked, then I pressed it into him.
Sebbie took over, thrusting his hips up into me, making me groan as he hit my prostate with each thrust and sent sparks through my nerve endings. His heat was surrounding my tail, and I sought out his bundle of nerves, pressing into it each time he pressed his dick into my prostate.
“I’m not gonna last. Corbin, please,” he groaned, and his hand reached toward my cock. He wrapped his hand around it, gently squeezing.
“Do you want to hold onto my big cock while your cute little dick spurts inside of me?” I asked, letting my tail flick against his bundle of nerves.
Sebbie cried out, his hips stuttering against me, and I let him ride out his orgasm. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his cum filling me up, and I almost came from the sensation. I barely managed to hold my own orgasm back. I wanted to come inside of Sebbie. I wanted us both full of each other.
When his hips stilled, I leaned down and kissed him. It was slow and gentle, soft and loving. It didn’t take long before we were both growing more frantic, though, and I felt Sebbie twitch inside of me. I slowly withdrew my tail, then I slid off his dick.
“You are so perfect. Amazing and perfect, baby,” I told him.
“I want you to come, Corbin. I want you inside me now,” Sebbie murmured, like he’d read my mind.
I grabbed onto him and rolled us over so that he was on top. I used my tail to slick my cock, kissing Sebbie and rubbing his nipples. He was loose and boneless from his pleasure, a smile on his face.
When I breached his hole, we both groaned again.
I thrust up into him slowly, occasionally kissing him and rubbing his nipples.
We played like that for a while, gentle and leisurely, until eventually he went from loose to wiggly, and his cock, which had never gone completely soft, hardened fully again.
“Do you think your adorable little cock can give me another orgasm, baby?” I asked him.
“Yes, Corbin. Make me come. Please. I want your knot.”
It was like a switch flipped in my head.
I rolled over so Sebbie was on the bottom, and I pounded into him, angling to make sure he was moaning in pleasure with each thrust. I brought my tail around to wrap around his dick, squeezing and undulating around him.
He was twitching and mewling, his back arching as he gasped to catch his breath.
“It feels so good to be inside you, to fill you up. I’m full of your cum, and I’m going to fill you up with mine next. Do you think my big dick will have more cum than your cute little cock, baby?”
Sebbie cried out, his hips thrusting uncontrollably.
His dick was twitching while I pulled on him and squeezed him.
All the sensations had my orgasm pulsing through me.
I felt my knot growing, and I pushed it into him, forcing it past his rim.
He cried out, a sound of pure pleasure, and I stayed there, rocking back and forth inside of him.
My knot was gently pulsing in his hole, my orgasm going on and on.
I groaned, and Sebbie’s dick spurted cum onto my tail, his voice breaking with his pleasure.
I collapsed onto him, being sure not to crush him, and I pressed my mouth against his, our orgasms drawing out, the pleasure like a loop between us.
We kissed, and then we breathed the same air, our mouths just resting against each other.
We stayed that way, even once our orgasms were over, even when my knot had gone down.
Occasionally we would press our lips together in a kiss, but mostly we just laid there, mouths pressed together, reveling in the feeling of being wrapped up in each other.
Finally, I rolled over onto my side, pulling Sebbie into my arms. I would clean us up in just a moment. For now, I just wanted to rest with my mate in my arms.
“I love you, Corbin. So much,” Sebbie said.
“I love you, too, little reaper,” I murmured.
Sebbie’s breathing evened out, and I let sleep take me as well. Just a little nap. That was all.
I woke up with the sensation that something was wrong.
Sebbie was sitting up in bed, facing away from me. I reached a hand out, touching his shoulder, and his skin felt cool to the touch.
“Sebbie?” I said.
“Little reaper,” he answered, his voice quiet.
I sat up, reaching over to wrap my arms around him. He didn’t resist, but he was stiff.
“That’s what you called me. In that basement. That was the first time, and then you’ve called me that since then. Little reaper. Not little ferryman.” His voice sounded detached, like he wasn’t fully with me.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Did you know?” he asked.
I assumed he was asking if I knew he was a reaper, but I wasn’t sure. “Did I know what, baby?”
He moved out of my arms and faced me. His eyes were dry, but they were red. “Corbin? I think I kill people.”
I searched his eyes. They were unfocused, like he was staring at something that wasn’t there. There was guilt and shame on his face. I wanted to pull him back into a hug, but he needed to talk about whatever was on his mind.
“Do you remember?” I asked him.
He shook his head no, then he nodded his head a bit. Okay, so maybe he had some memories? It explained the way he’d phrased things.
“Do you know what reapers do, Sebbie?” I asked.
He made eye contact with me, then he shook his head. I thought it over for a moment, remembering the man in black’s words. I didn’t know if Sebbie was ready to remember or not, but I wouldn’t let him struggle with this.
“You know what a ferryman does, and I saw that image of you when we were in that basement. But I also saw another image: a reaper. I thought that somehow maybe you were both those things, although that shouldn’t be possible,” I admitted.
He really focused on me. “You knew all along? You knew that I killed people, and you still loved me?”
“Oh, baby.” I dragged him into my arms, rubbing his back and kissing his head.
I couldn’t bear to hear the pain in his voice.
“A reaper doesn’t kill people. They collect souls that are due for death.
I think you’ve probably been reaping the souls that you ferried across the river all along.
Good people who were ready for the next step.
There’s nothing shameful about that. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. Do you understand?”
Sebbie nodded his head against me, and then he pulled back. He looked down, still avoiding my eyes. “I don’t think that’s all I’ve done, though, Corbin.”
I lifted his chin. “Sebbie, I torture and kill hellbound souls. That’s my job. Anything you tell me will not make me love you any less, or think any differently of you. Do you understand?”
He chuckled a little, even though it sounded teary, then he wiped at his eyes. “Yeah, okay.”
“What do you remember?” I asked him
He sighed. “Bits and pieces. It starts with the basement. I remember you talking to me. You called me little reaper. You’ve called me that a bunch of times, and I never once put together what it actually meant. I feel kind of stupid.”
Guilt swamped me. “You are not stupid. You weren’t ready to know. I shouldn’t have called you that. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. Don’t you dare feel bad.
I liked when you called me that. I knew it was familiar, but it never bothered me.
Then this morning I remembered the basement.
Little bits and pieces came back to me. It’s weird.
They’re sort of like snapshots, and I know I’m in them, but somehow I feel like I’m watching it.
Like it’s a movie or something, you know? ”
I nodded my head. It made sense. Sebbie hadn’t embraced his reaper side, so he’d dissociated from it. Or perhaps it really was something that was slightly separate from him. I wasn’t sure which it was.
Sebbie’s face turned toward the window, but I didn’t think he was seeing outside.
“You’re calling me little reaper, and the guy is in my arms, and he’s dying, but Corbin…
That’s the weird part. Because he wasn’t dying.
He wasn’t dying, and I was really mad about that.
Why would I have been angry about that?”
“She was torturing him,” I answered. “She was sucking the immortality from him to make herself immortal. He’d done something to cheat death, and she was taking it from him.”
“You can’t cheat death,” Sebbie said, his voice flat.
“No, I suppose you can’t,” I agreed. “What else do you remember?”
“I remember Thea killing her.” Sebbie looked up at me then.
“Only, she didn’t, did she? The wound healed, or something.
It’s fuzzy. I can remember being so mad, Corbin, even if the emotion doesn’t feel real now.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad. She was going to try and do that to all of you, and it was wrong. ”
“Yes, it was,” I reassured him.
He looked away again. “Then I’m sort of outside of myself, and I’m swinging something, and you’re all with me.
Everyone in that room. Only that wasn’t quite right, because I really only needed the woman and the old man, so I only kept them.
I kept them, and I guess I encased them in stone by the river until I was ready to deal with them.
“And then I remember that house. I heard the two men fighting, and it was like I was being called. I knew someone was going to die. I got there, and Corbin… I think I was supposed to take the old man. I think he was dying. But I didn’t want to take him.
He was a good person. I think I stood over his son, and I remember swinging something again, and I took his soul instead. ”
Sebbie looked at me. I nodded my head. That made sense. I hadn’t known that reapers could choose, but then most afterlifers had forgotten about reapers, so not much was known about them.
“You did the right thing, Sebbie. We even took the son across the river. He was glad you chose him instead. You have nothing to feel guilty about,” I reassured him.
“It feels… I don’t know, Corbin. It feels icky and gross and kind of awful to know that I killed people.
Those people in the hospital, too. And I think…
I think sometimes they didn’t have to die.
I think sometimes I killed them. The man with heart problems. He was…
he was really not nice, and I don’t think it was his time. I think I killed him anyway.”
I pulled Sebbie into a hug, rubbing his back and his arms, kissing the top of his head.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re a good person. You do right by people, always.
If you killed someone ahead of their time, then you had a reason.
Besides, death is not an ending. It’s only a new beginning.
Perhaps you knew they needed a new beginning.
Whatever the case, you did nothing wrong. Do you understand?”
He nodded against my chest. “It just feels wrong, you know? It feels like the opposite of what I’m meant to do.”
“I know. I know it hurts, but you take care of all the souls in your possession. You always have. You’ve never done anything wrong. You’ve set things right in the universe and helped people who needed it.”
“I don’t want to choose,” Sebbie whispered against my chest.
Somehow I knew what he meant. He didn’t want to choose who lived and who died.
“You didn’t want to choose to let people not cross the river, either, but you know what’s right. And if the choosing is too hard, I will always be here for you, Sebbie. I will always help you with the hard decisions. And I will love you no matter what.”
“Thank you, Corbin,” he murmured against me, his arms coming up to wrap around me.
“Thank you, little reaper. Thank you for trusting me, and thank you for loving me. And thank you for saving all our lives back in that basement.”