The Grim Reaper's Mate

Chapter 15

"Oh. Oh," she fell forward onto her knees, grieving the loss, baffled at how deeply it had affected her and how empty she felt now. Steaming droplets of liquid fell onto the rug, spilling from her eyes as she grieved its loss. "Your, your torture is cruel, blood is so much easier to spill than the soul to fill and then empty, and all is to nothing, nothing."

He smiled slightly and crouched in front of her, "The floodgates of love are opened for you now. The hard coded lines are bypassed now. You can still feel it, can't you? But that's not all. Who is to say your heart couldn't be bound to mine? Are you sad because you don't love, or because you think I couldn't love you?"

Very delicately she reached out as if to touch his knee with one clawed finger, but didn't quite do so. "I don't know. I've never felt it before, or felt its lack until now. I never thought if you could love me. Why wouldn't you? But where did it go, and why was it your desire to give it to me? How can it be possible that an invisible pain be so sharp a wound?"

"I wouldn't because you are a Demon, because you'd sooner Kill me than kiss me. Because you can care for nothing but yourself, how could you love me, if you'd never sacrifice yourself for me?"

"It was you who brought the possibility of love into my existence," she reminded him. "How can a Wizard have so short a memory? I know not of sacrifice, but I would not kill you." The demoness missed her tail, and wished for the wings to return. "You wouldn't love, truly?"

Curious to see how this creature, so unprepared for love, would handle an unchecked desire for love, he decided to make a little experiment. "Perhaps," he suggested, "I would love you if..." He paused.

She tensed, her body stiffening as her head lifted, eyes bright and fixed intently on his. "If, if what?"

"If you could seduce me. If you mated with me. If you gave your body to me, submitted to me." The wizard tilted his head, "Maybe then, with myself inside you, I could find it in my heart to love you."

Her head tilted. "But how, how can you give me the feeling again, a blossoming from within the deepest shadows of my soul. Will I feel it then, with your c**k inside me? Does the submission give the love to one's core?" Despite herself the idea of mating with him was very, very attractive. He'd proven himself far stronger than she, and would be a worthy mate.

"c***s," he repeated in amusement, but then refocused, "I can give you that feeling in many ways." He slipped the phone into his pocket and then reached toward her. His hand moved through the numbers as if they weren't there, and then he just barely caressed her cheek with his fingers.

"Because you're beautiful, special, precious. I want to press my lips to yours, and know you, know all that you are. I want to hold you in my arms, and whisper to you why I truly, deeply love you." That would probably be enough, he surmised. The knowledge that he was falling in love with his own creation crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as irrelevant.

One ear twitched backward, then forward. She had no idea how to seduce, but oh, she wanted to. So very much. Slowly she reached out and touched his cheek in return. He'd mentioned kissing, and so she leaned toward him, hesitantly brushed his lips with her own, then pressed a kiss. Her arousal was a delicious wafting scent on the air as she kissed him, wondering at the softness of it, so unlike the savage biting that usually accompanied her previous kisses.

His smile was as genuine as the confused delight she felt when his arms wrapped around her and he lifted her into the air and cradled her against him. "Little Darling," he said gently, "I'm going to take you up to my bed, and fill you with my cock."

She cuddled against his chest and neck, a thrumming purr emanating from her ribcage and throat. "Yes, love me, Wizard, my heart fills for you. I wish it, with all the blood and bone and sinew in me, I wish for this with you." Gently she nibbled at his chin and jaw, her fangs nowhere in evidence.

Moments later he tossed her onto the bed and sent her sprawling across the soft surface. She glanced back over her shoulder to see him disrobing, "I have to admit," he said, "Just that kiss was enough to seduce me, to tickle my heart and my c**k. Show me that ass of yours, I want to see your little cunt. That's good, lift it up high for me."

With a surprised and melodic laugh she obeyed, her knees on the bedspread and her rear pushed up as far as she could get it. Her small breasts were mushed against the coverlet as she looked back at him with a wide smile.

He knelt behind her and leaned down to press a kiss to her slit. He drew his tongue along her s*x in a slow gentle motion, and then flicked it out at her clit rapidly.

She gasped and opened her thighs wider, pressing even farther back. "Oh oh, its like the heart feeling, yes, filling from within, all my hollow aching gone. Filling, emanating out until my wings touch the stars!"

"You look like a sweet little slut," he remarked as he reached under her to grab one of her tiny, firm t**s. Then he pulled her back against his body, straight up against him. His c**k wedged itself against her p***y, and he sawed it back and forth, thrust the shaft at her s*x. "Do you want it inside you, slutling? Do you want my d**k? My love? Will you give yourself to me?"

"Yes, your love, you will love me, and I, I will be full of you in my cunt and in my heart and in my head and all will be of you, Wizard, for you have conquered me more truly than any male has ever thought to do." She waggled her bottom to feel his d**k against her. "You may make me look as anything you wish, though I do wish for my tail." The wistful little pout she gave was endearingly adorable.

"I wish for your p***y," the Wizard told her, and then rolled her onto her back and took both her ankles in his hands, then lifted her up and rest his d**k between her legs. He slid, thrust, again and again along her, bumping at her clit. "Take it in your hand. Feel it, then put it inside, little demoness."

Making small mewing sounds of pleasure, she gripped his c**k with her hand and rubbed it against her clit a few more times. Then she placed the rounded head at her hole. He hesitated at her entrance and said, "Beg me for it, for my c**k, for my love. Offer me anything I want, everything I want... can you do that?"

"I wish for it, I desire it oh so greatly, Wizard my Master, please give to me your love, give to me the feeling that I had once not so long ago. From your core to mine, and mine to yours, fill me with you, and all is you, and all is sweetness. I will give to you my body, I will give to you my love. I will give to you all that is here, loving the all of you. Mate with me, you have conquered... Wizard, enjoy your prize, who loves you truly."

The man gently smiled and said, "Then I accept you, everything you have. I own you, and everything you are. I love you, with my heart. You, and this," he thrust his d**k inside her, "Belong to me now. My love."

She gave a cry, overwhelmed, adoring, her thighs curling around his waist as her p***y was penetrated for the first time. Never had she belonged, had she wanted with all her body and soul to be united with another creature as she did now. Her hips shifted to match his thrusting as he gripped her ass in his hands and brought her ass into his thighs over and over.

He wasn't slow with her, he didn't take his time; he didn't make tender, sweet love to her; he f****d her. As she cried beneath him, he thrust into her mercilessly and ignored her intermittent cries of pain which were nearly impossible to differentiate from her cries of pleasure.

It was the pain that brought her to orgasm, her p***y clenching around his c**k tightly, so tightly he had to force it into her again and again while the spasms went on, echoed by whimpers of pleasure, of pain, of yearning.

The man held her hands above her head as he leaned down over her and thrust. She was held firmly in place as he enjoyed her tightness. "Cumming," he told her, "Filling you." She couldn't feel the spurts inside her through the haze of pleasure, only the sudden warmth and slick sliding of his shaft.

"Yesss," she flexed her hips, her lips curling upward. "Your love, it is liquid, it is in me, makes me yours from the center of me to my tiniest feather." Her legs wrapped around his waist. "Love, my love, loved the always wondrous you, Wizard."

She lay atop him; his d**k was still buried inside her and her hips shifted luxuriously to move it inside him. It made soft squelching noises with each shift. Their eyes met; he smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "You're staying with me."

"Of course," she agreed, and bit his shoulder gently. Without fangs, naturally, and then she nuzzled at his throat. "I see now what use it might be to have a permanent mate. Is this your desire? I do not wish to be parted from you, and I do not want you to take from me these feelings."

"My desire," he said, "is to play with you." He ran his finger along her cheek and then down her neck. "To experiment on you. Test you, take you apart and understand how you work," he pinched her n****e, "To love you and f**k you."

"I agree to this, so long as you do not take these feelings from me, and also I wish for my tail and my wings to return." She moved, shifting so that his softening d**k slipped from her, and pressed herself into his side. "This place that you live in is very strange to me."

He watched her as she gazed around curiously at the various pieces of furniture, the demoness pursed her lips thoughtfully. "It may be soothing to have a den of my own on occasion, to sense and to know the stone, the fire, the earth and the furs of my kills. A fire within me, to think of myself atop you, the joining of our bodies and the sweetness so unfamiliar, even impossible to others such as I was."

"It's pretty sexy," he agreed, "but we need to clean up." He took her by her hand and pulled her out of bed, "We don't have much time."

"Time before what?" She followed him willingly into the shower, though she found very quickly thdat she despised water, and hated the rain that he produced out of the knob in the bathing chamber. Never before had she been submerged. The girl crossed her arms against her flat chest and her face was set into a grim and unhappy frown. Her hair matted against her skull while the water rolled all down her face.

Once they were both clean, and she took great pleasure in drying him and pressing kisses to every part of his body, she asked the question again. "Time before what?"

"Before my apprentice arrives," he said, "It's nearly time for a lesson." He shot her a glance, "You better be on your best behavior."

Luna watched as she was invisible. The demoness knew that she was there but she could not see her. Annie had said that she needed to get a demon under her wiles if she needed to even rise her head against her brother.