“Right there. Don’t stop.” She was breathing faster, her chest rising and falling.
I focused on her tiny nub, licking and sucking on it, making sure I used her juices to keep my tongue wet. Soon enough, her moans became louder, and her thighs squeezed around my skull, trapping me between them, as she came. I didn’t stop, and after a few seconds, she let out a muffled scream and came again, this time wrapping her legs around my back.
“Sensitive... mmm,” she protested.
I looked up and realized she’d covered her mouth with the edge of the pillow and was biting into it. I remembered that her sister’s room was just down the hall, and even if the walls and doors were thick, it was better to be as silent as possible. The poor girl was traumatized already; she didn’t need to know that her big sister was fucking a... Grim Reaper.
“Come here,” Millie said, pulling me up her body. Her hands started roaming underneath my cloak, and I shrunk, feeling self-conscious. “Don’t worry, I won’t take it off. I just want to touch you, feel you...” She unbuttoned my shirt, and without looking, pressed her chest to mine.
We were skin to skin, and I could feel her heart beating in her chest. It was such a powerful thing that, for a second, I was tricked into believing that my own heart had grown back and was beating, too, in unison with hers.
“See?” She claimed my mouth in a kiss. “This is perfect.”
I chuckled bitterly. “You’re perfect. As for me... And for what we’re doing...”
“Shh...” Her hand reached between our bodies and wrapped around my cock. “I want you inside me.”
“I don’t know...”
“Let’s find out.”
I couldn’t say no when I knew I wanted the same thing. Maybe more than she did.
Chapter Eighteen
Millie
I felt his scars, his burns, the places where his skin was rough, and I realized that I loved them all. I wanted to see him without the cloak, but it was clear he wasn’t ready. I closed my eyes and thought back to the first time we met, on the roof of the MSA building, and I grabbed his cloak, pulled it, and it slid down his back. Underneath, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I saw his back, his torso, and his arms, all covered in marred flesh. His skeleton was visible, too, wrapped in a sort of darkness that seemed to hold his material form together. After that event, he’d probably thought it was better to wear a shirt underneath his cloak, just in case I got any other ideas into my head.
It was funny, in a way. Or it would’ve been funny, had it not been so sad. Grim was ashamed of his body.
His pants were around his knees, and his shirt was wide open, but seeing how his heavy, expansive cloak covered him and me both, I couldn’t see anything. Feeling him would have to do for now.
I guided his cock between my legs, teasing my entrance with the engorged head. My pussy sucked him in immediately, starved to be filled after so many years of zero action. He tensed, and I gently stroked his chest and buried my face in his cloak to kiss the length of his neck. Slowly, I felt him relax.
He started moving his hips, thrusting inside me, penetrating me inch by inch. I hated that I couldn’t see his cock, but the way he filled me told me it was long and thick. Already, he was hitting all the right spots.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“How could you?”
He grabbed hold of my hips and buried himself inside me completely, his heavy balls resting against my buttocks. I wrapped my arms around him and kept my face hidden underneath his hood, against his neck. It was dark, so dark that it didn’t make sense to keep my eyes open. We were so close now, and as he started moving, fucking me slowly and deliberately, he wrapped me in his cloak. We were two people – well, a human and a monster – wrapped in a cocoon of magic and darkness.
It felt comforting. His cloak was something special. It gave me the feeling that it could shield me from anything. Not just from malevolent things from the outside world, but from the dark things that lurked inside my mind, too. Fear, anxiety, dread – Grim’s cloak would protect me from all of it.
After a few minutes, he was still moving slowly, as if he wanted to savor these special moments. I didn’t rush him, as my pleasure built and built steadily, rising in my core, making my pussy throb with the need to milk him. I had no idea what was going to happen then, and I didn’t care. If there were consequences to sleeping with a reaper, it wasn’t like I was going to be around for long to find out what they were.
His thrusts were firm, his body wrapped around me with such intensity that it almost felt desperate. And I realized in that moment that I needed him, but... maybe he needed me more. I started kissing his neck, and I felt and heard the growl that escaped him as he started moving faster, fucking me harder. The tip of his cock pushed against my cervix, over and over, and my eyes rolled in my head from how good that felt.
“Mmm... don’t stop,” I whispered in his ear.
“Never,” he whispered back. His arms tightened around me. “I’ll never stop protecting you.”
I chuckled. “That wasn’t what I meant.”