The Grim Reaper's Mate

Chapter 14

Abyssal planes stretched out before her. She launched her herself off the cliff and through the air, draconic wings outstretched as her two tails whipped behind her. Fire burned in her eyes as she sought some breakfast. The dark red sun of Azura lit crimson as blood across the ever shifting land of Sethrys. A sea of souls wailed beneath her, and there she saw an island of Order, a safe haven for a small group of unusually lucky souls who, in most cases, were protected from being preyed upon by the dark denizens of the abyss. Not today.

What she found, as her flight brought her closer, was a small settlement of souls, mortals who, in their afterlife, managed to create a bastion against the warping reality that they faced. With a growling laugh, she swooped down into the settlement and chose one male who tried to cover, to shield a female with his body. Snarling savagely she rent his limbs apart, and then the female, and ate them as they died, savoring the flecks of flesh and blood as they slid down her throat.

A series of numbers appeared in the air surrounding her. It made no sense to her, she had never seen anything at all like them. For a breath or two she watched them, then ignored them and bent to her feast.

Translucent numbers glowed and swirled rapidly; they formed a crisscross pattern, a net that surrounded her on all sides. As she reached toward the numbers, to reach past them, a powerful spark singed her claw and she unconsciously growled in return. A rushing wind came with the swirling, and then a loud, deep tone filled the air. Pain flared through her body, and then even more terribly her hand. She glanced to it and stared as tiny pieces of flesh lifted off into the air and split apart until there was nothing left.

Torn apart, endlessly whirling, there was nothing left of her, until finally even her consciousness was gone.

In another world. Her brain and eyes reformed first, and they float in the air, motionless as trillions of tiny particles all pulled together to form a body. Bones were next, encapsulating the brain with a fairly humanoid skull. Then came the sinew, and muscles. When the nervous system layered on top of all that, pain flared through her demonic body. It reacted the only way it knew how; her newly formed cunt clenched as an orgasm erupted, and the tremendous, unbearable pain stretched each second into an eternity. As the skin was the last to form, the force that held her newly created body up, broke, and she fell to the ground in a heap.

Soft click-clack of keys were the symphony that welcomed her into the world. At a black glass desk sat a young man with short dark hair, large brown eyes, olive skin, a light grey-green t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. It was a living room with a tasteful geometric rug (on which she lay).

A wall of windows looked out onto green trees, and a pure white mantle was embossed with the faces of dragons. The walls were a light olive green, and the furniture, completely foreign to her, was made of neither metal nor wood, but something else altogether.

Her guttural, angry snarl was far more a sound of fear than of true anger, though it sounded ferocious enough. Her magic swirled fruitlessly around her, unable to attach to anything in the apartment... until it found a piece of crystal, which shattered into tiny splinters. It was the only natural thing she could understand and destroy.

Her next snarl was like a scream, and split the air. How -dare- he sit calmly, clicking clacking, while she was... was -this-! Hating her new form even as she summoned control of it, the demoness flung herself at the creature. Only belatedly did she remember what had happened as she hit the net of numbers... but it was too late, she was in the air.

When she hit the numbers, she was repelled backwards into the opposite wall of numbers, and there she hit hard before she slid down to the ground. He didn't glance over his shoulder but watched her on his webcam briefly, and then went back to typing. After another moment, he stopped and spun around in his chair to face her. "So you're the anomaly that--" then he blinked as he gazed at the naked girl, about eighteen or nineteen, who now graced his living room rug. She wasn't entirely human, though her beauty was striking.

She had soft, pendulous cone-shaped breasts and a patch of peach-fuzz over her mons. She also possessed, which he could clearly see as she hissed at him, a set of retractable fangs that she bared in a vicious snarl. Rather than skin she had a pelt of short, silky fur in vivid crimson, with 'points' in dark gray and black as if she were a Siamese. Long, pointed ears were tufted with fur as well, and her fingers were tipped with talons. Her burning eyes were bright, sulfurous yellow and her long, silky hair was black.

Now that he had spoken her innate magic allowed her to return his speech, and she spat the words at him, a series of curses both vile and contemptible. "You. You trapped me here. Wizard, let me go. Let me go, or..." and another string of curses followed, each more grotesque than the last. Finally she slipped into her own language, unable to find the proper words to express her impotent rage in the mere human tongue.

The man frowned at her and turned back around to make a few key strokes. Immediately her voice was shut off. He turned back around, stood up, and circled her curiously. "You make quite a bit of noise. What a fascinating curiosity you are."

Fruitlessly she roared at him, but no sound emerged. Finally she simply glared at him balefully. When she was silent, he made it possible for her to speak.

As he neared she growled, her fangs showing and he talons poised, it became higher pitched as her helplessness caused her to panic. Forcibly she calmed, unwilling to lose her voice again, but flaring into attack postures every time he came too close.

"You're a curious little creature," he remarked as he examined her body in more detail. The numbers, though they still slowly swirled around her, were far less numerous than before which allowed him clarity when viewing her. He sniffed the air, "That was quite an experience for you, wasn't it?"

That gave her a moment of thoughtful silence, and then she gave a short nod. "Strange, as this, as you, hardly fit to be prey of my prey, feeble and pale, delicious and softly, oh so softly sighing in your dreamless death." She stalked in small circles within the confines of her net, glaring at him. "For what did you bring me?"

"Poetic, too," he observed, impressed. "I brought you because you were eradicating one of my programs, which was quite annoying. Does your species mate? Are you mated?"

The demoness snorted. "All species mate. We mate with all species... if we are strong enough to force them to it."

He inquired with a tilt of his head, "Is it a permanent mating?"

"Can one be stronger than the other ,always? Without ever the need for sleep, for elimination, for sickness, for indulgence? What need have mates of always, of permanence."

Amused, he said, "So no one has been strong enough to force you to mate yet?"

"No." She huffed a sigh. "They want, but they cannot take."

"Such a curious code you have. You are written with an astounding degree of elegance; it's very easy to modify your parameters."

She gave a startled yelp as her legs grew longer, her torso lengthened as well, her skin changed to a silvery blue-gray and her mane to alive, swirling tendrils like a nest of serpents in vivid green and black. She looked a willowy twenty or twenty-two now, her breasts pleasantly rounded. "Wings," she told him, "and my tails. I have tails. You. Wizard. I will kill no more of your prey should you return me, I vow it upon the wingspan you have taken from me. Return me." Although her pleading was haughty and awkward, her sincerity was beyond question.

"Whatever interest they once posed to me has been completely superseded by you." He tapped a tapped a few times and wings appeared on her back; they were of the purest white silken feathers, and gave a little iridescent shimmer. "That's pretty," he remarked. "Ah I think I've found a proc list. Oh, this one will be interesting." The wizard tapped at his phone, and an orgasm rippled through her cunt. He tapped again, and another orgasm followed, and then another and another as he spammed tapping the key. After she fell to her knees, he stopped and let her start to regain her breath. "Enjoying yourself?"

"A strange torment," she acknowledged, panting. "Your device. Is it your magic? Is it to focus, is it to gather..?" Her ears tilted forward, she sat back on her haunches, thighs spread, one of her hands lifted to delicately stroke the tip of her own breast as her cunt gradually calmed.

"To read, write, and execute. I hook into your pointer reference, and that gives me access to your data structures, all the classes and functions that define everything that you are." He made a few more taps and was amused with himself as her breasts grew even as she touched them.

She hissed a laugh, and hefted one breast after the other, trying to judge how heavy they were. "They would fight the harder, yes? Oh yes, their d***s would throb," she chortled.

"They already do," he quipped. With a few taps, he saved her current form, and then returned her to the child-like body she possessed moments prior.

"Your power, your power it is from where? From devices, from mysteries that you trace into the air?" She had decided that she could have no effect on his own magic with hers until she had some idea what type of wizard he was.

"Reality itself," he said, "At least in a way. I have a feeling that where you're from, you've never even heard of a computer, let alone programming. It'd be too difficult to explain. Ah here we are. I just found... Wow. You've never felt love before. Not even once. Passion, lust, pleasure. But never love. Let's correct that, shall we?" He quirked a smile and tapped on the device in his hand, writing a peculiar little program with a singular purpose. "You're going to like this, I think."

A rush of sensation filled her heart, a blissful peace that wrapped around her inner core like a warm sweater. Her eyes flicked up to his, and she felt calm acceptance. She felt, adoration, infatuation, and love. A soft, gentle sound came from her lips, it was very like a mew.

"You're a beautiful, darling girl," he said to her as their eyes locked. "I would hold you in my arms, I'd wrap you in silks and take you to my bed, and there we'd rest as one. The stars would shimmer for us, the days would pass but they'd go unnoticed as we gazed in one another's eyes. I'd know you, precious one, as no one has ever known you."

Such things, such thoughts, had never occurred to her, could never have occurred to her. She felt as if her core had turned to molten honey, and all was sweetness, and all was for him. Caught up in the moment, she gave a happy purring-growl.

He tapped a few more times on the pad, and allowed the artificially injected emotion to fade away into a lingering aftertaste. "Probably the first of your kind to ever feel that. I'd be able to say for sure if I had access to the entire database, but, so far as I can tell, you're hard coded not to. How was it?"