Page 5 of Deathly Desires
I don’t know if my cheeks are capable of flushing pink anymore, now that I’m a different creature entirely, but I feel my heat rise. I bite my lip playfully.“That was just fucking hot,”I admit.
“It was,”Azrael agrees.“And, for the record, I kind of liked the whole Mr. Grim thing. It felt very taboo.”
“Is that so? More taboo than the Angel of Death taking a break from his duties to bone some random rainbow-haired trailer-park-trash?”
“You are no variety of trash, mate, and I won’t allow you to say such things.”
“Huh,”I say, deviancy racing through my mind.“Say I was to continue bad-mouthing myself, what exactly are you going to do about it, Mr. Grim?”
“I’ll show you.”
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In the next instant we’re transported to an exceedingly epic Gothic cemetery. Mist hangs suspended just above the earth, and the moon shines brightly above, partially hidden by wispy, silver-limned clouds. Oak trees spread their shadows, obscuring the moonlight, and graves of all shapes and sizes litter the night-time landscape. Statues of great weeping angels stand guard over some, while others are marked by stone crosses. Impressive family mausoleums are also present, their decorative pitched rooves and pillars covered in lush, twisting ivy.
“Where are we?”I ask, trailing my fingers over the moss-laden headstones.“It’s beautiful.”
“A forgotten cemetery just outside of Salem,”Azrael answers.
My jaw drops.“You just blinked us to the other side of the fucking country? Just like that? Whoosh! And we’re nearly three-thousand miles in the opposite direction?”
“To be fair, we were between places. The domain of darkness is neither here nor there. But yes, I can travel wherever I choose. Wherever there is death, I go.”
“Holy shit,”I marvel.“So, what were you going to show me, Mr. Grim?”I ask, twirling in the darkness, admiring the way the moonlight reflects on my shadow flesh, creating a silver, shimmering sheen. I might be what they call an Ascended Spirit, but I feel like some kind of magnificent shadow faery!
Azrael closes the space between us and shrugs off his long, black cloak, revealing his beautiful, muscular body. Between his thighs his huge cock stands threateningly erect and ready for action.“I’m going to show you the punishment you bring upon yourself for speaking so poorly of my chosen mate.”
“Is that so? And what if I enjoy it?”
“Then that’ll further prove that you’re my perfectly dark, little grim match.”
“Little Grim? I like that.”I purr over our telepathic connection, infusing my voice with as much seduction and lust as I can.
Chapter Eight
Azrael grabs my face, swooping down on me with incredible speed and ravenous need. Our long, flickering tongues dance, exploring each other’s bodies in ways we haven’t been able to—until now. His strong hands abandon my face to venture over my shadow form. He cups my breasts, squeezing and tweaking my black nipples.
I moan and let my head tilt back as his lips find the confluence of my neck and shoulder. He peppers my strange new skin with kisses before licking my throat, his tongue leaving a cool trail that tingles in its wake.“Azrael,”I whisper.“I love you.”
My reaping angel nibbles my ear, his deathly cool breath sending shivers through me.“And I love you, Renae.”In the next instant he lifts me up and lays me upon a low stone crypt, positioning himself between my raised legs. His mighty cock throbs, glistening under the radiance of the moon, sticky and wet with his pre-cum.“You’ve been a wicked girl, Little Grim,”he says, his voice firm.“I’m afraid your sweet little Ascended ass is going to have to pay the price.”
Excitement and terror ripple through me and I lick my lips.What will sex feel like with this new body?I wonder. I’m about to find out.“Please, Mr. Grim, fuck away my sin,”I beg playfully.
“Your wish is my command, lover,”he answers, as he rubs his thick head down my pulsing slit and to my puckered asshole. He teases me, slathering my starfish with his tasty chocolate essence. Stepping closer, he guides himself in against the noble resistance of my virgin hole.
In a heartbeat he breaches me. The pressure and slick heat of his cock stretching me wide makes my cunt pulse with desire. Holding onto my thighs, he drives forward, sinking his monstrous shadow cock right to the hilt. I scream, my strangled cry reverberating and echoing between our minds.“Jesus Fucking Christ!”I curse, my newly taloned fingers gripping the cold stone edge of the crypt.“Are you sure I can’t die twice?”
Azrael thrusts again, his sac slapping against my cheeks.“I’m certain, but it’s sure as Hell going to feel like you can,”he drawls in the most deliciously sinister way. And then he finds his stride and fucks my soul with an impossible supernatural rhythm. It’s like being jackhammered by the biggest, most reliable automated fuck-machine in existence. He maintains a level of stamina no human man could ever hope to compete with, let alone match. I’m literally being fucked by an entity that is as much an angel as he is a beast and monster. And the sly, brooding bastard owns my heart, hook, line, and sinker.
I keen atop the crypt as the anal sex lasts beyond my wildest dreams. My poor pussy aches desperately, dripping down my lips to mix with the fluids squelching at my ass. I can’t ignore it any longer. I’ve never been fond of touching myself, due to all the abuse at the hands of others. But now, I am whole and new, and my instinctual desires scream at me to play, to amplify my already otherworldly levels of pleasure to something entirely debaucherously wicked.
Sliding my hand over my body and smooth cunt, I find my clit and begin to rub, stroking and manipulating it between two fingers with a feverish hunger. The resulting sensations are unlike anything I’ve ever known. They fizzle through me, exploding inside of my body like a shaken bottle of soda.“Oh my God!”I cry out.“What black magic is this?”My back arches as the waves of my ecstasy envelop me, and Azrael moans—deep and throaty—as my ass clenches down hard, gripping and spasming around his cock like it has a mind of its own.
“Little Grim,”he rasps, raising my ass and hooking my legs over his shoulders.“You feel better than Heaven.”
My heart swells as every part of me throbs, rife with desire. Who could have guessed that I’d meet my soul mate in death on Halloween? I’d been looking for an escape, pure and simple, nothing more. I would have genuinely welcomed the embrace of the abyss. But discovering that Heaven and Hell truly exist, and that the Grim Reaper is my celestial mate? It’s mind-shattering.
“I love you, Mr. Grim! Please come. It feels like you’re going to kill me!”