Chapter Five #2
I rub tight, slow circles inside her as my tongue applies firm pressure to her clit.
The sensation overwhelms her, and she thrusts her hips high into the air.
She comes in violent, shaking gasps. I maintain the pressure and ride out her orgasm until the clenching subsides.
Once her back finds its way to the mattress again, I slide my finger slowly out to the tip, then drive two fingers back in, coating my hand in her release.
I push up on my left arm as my right hand continues to massage her sensitive center.
Coming to my knees, I slowly pull the soaked digits out of her pussy and drag them up the length of her midsection.
When they graze her clit at the beginning of their ascent, she shudders at the contact.
A trail of her wetness glistens against her pebbled flesh as my fingers travel up her body.
I watch them glide between her rounded breasts, then place those fingers against her slightly parted lips.
“Suck yourself off me while I fill this cunt.”
She does as I asked, pulling my fingers into her suctioning mouth as I position myself between her thighs.
In one smooth stroke, my fingers are knuckle deep in her mouth, and my cock is balls deep in her heat.
Her thumbnail digs into one of the fresh wounds, causing another wave of pain, and we both let out a low groan at the sensations.
I settle between her thighs and begin pistoning my hips into her.
She doesn’t release her grip on my thigh.
I pound into her in long, deep strokes. One of her hands wraps around my wrist, guiding my fingers in an expert simulation of a blow job, while the other digs into the sheets at her side.
My pace gets more frantic as she sucks and fucks me deeper.
She pulls my fingers out of her mouth just long enough to lock eyes with me and moan, “You have a great dick.” Then she plunges my fingers back down her throat as I fill her pussy with every inch of my cock.
When I press my hand a little further into her, she gags.
Her stomach clenches, and the combination of the spasm and the sound sends me over.
My cock thickens and pulses inside her, the prelude to my release.
That’s enough to trigger another orgasm in her as she pulls my hand out of her mouth to let out a moan of pleasure.
Just as her thighs and ass begin to shake uncontrollably, I pull out of her cunt and give my lubed cock several short, sharp strokes.
There is no contact between us anymore, but that does not stop the wave after wave of ecstasy from coursing through her body.
She grips her knife and runs it over my thigh.
My head rolls back as I release a scream.
“Fuck!”
Then, on a final long stroke to the root of my cock, I come. Ropes of release paint her stomach. The warm liquid trails down her pelvis and coats her cunt, mixing with her release. Her body continues to spasm as the throbbing tip of my cock swells and pulses out its last throes of pleasure.
Her breathing is equal parts moans and gasps as I look for the closest thing to clean us up.
“That was …” she begins, and I finish for her, whispering through my heavy pants, “The last time. We cannot do this anymore.”
The familiar weight of shame begins to take hold again.
“Oh, Asher, honey. You always say that … and you always come back for more.”
“Well, not this time. We’re done. Go find another reaper to fuck.”
She rises onto her elbows, her freshly fucked face doing nothing to diminish the confidence and power in her present naked state.
“You seem to forget who you’re speaking to.
I make the rules around here, not you.” She points the tip of her blade at me, then to herself.
“Remember, I can cause the pain you crave, but I can also cause you the pain you wish to forget. Now, be a good boy and lick your cum off my pretty little cunt.”
I wish I could say that I was man enough to tell her to fuck off. That I didn’t need her or that blade any longer. But I know she’s right.
When the voices stop and pain is coursing through me, it’s so easy for me to tell her I’m done. But I know I am not.
My Tombstone Phone chimes with an urgent alert that breaks my lament. I grab the device, read the screen, and sigh.
“What is it?”
“It’s D. There’s a catastrophe. You have to leave. We both do.”
She huffs in frustration and grabs my discarded shirt to clean herself. She dresses and gathers her things, making her way toward the door. “That’s poor timing. I should have a talk with him. I’m sure I can make him understand how busy you are.”
“That’s not funny. You know what happens if anyone finds out about this.”
“Nothing.”
“Not nothing. The Nothing.”
“Probably worse than that, if I’m being honest. But the risk just adds to the reward for me.” She giggles manically as she walks out, tossing over her shoulder, “Have fun on your assignment. See you next time, reaper.”
I follow her out before turning my gaze back to the message from Big D.
Portal: Three.
Code: CAT.
Source: Fire.
All hands report immediately.
I bristle at the screen, then notice my crumpled shirt that was unceremoniously tossed in the center of the bed. I’ve been summoned to tend to a catastrophe, but it’s hard not to see my own state of affairs as something of a catastrophe.
Thoughts from a life I thought was long buried keep surfacing. My attempts to distract myself are pointless and only seem to be compounding the problem.
This is another multi-soul reap, a fire at that.
And now, I don’t even have a shirt to wear.
“Fuck.”