Page 46 of Guarded By the Reaper

“Give me all you have. I want to be full of you.”

I bounced faster, and his hands moved to my hips. He gripped me tightly, helping me keep the rhythm. My breasts flew up and down, but I didn’t care. It was more erotic this way.

“I want you to be full of me,” he said.

“You’re doing this to me,” I said. The pleasure peaked inside me, and I let out a sound that was almost like a howl. “You’re making me come... so hard...” Those were the last coherent words I managed. I let out a cry and came all over his cock, my juices splashing onto his lower abs and down his balls.

Grim thrust upwards, holding me still as he came, shooting his cloying darkness inside me. I felt it fill my pussy and find its way through my cervix, up inside my womb. From there, it went up, up, up, spreading through my body, hugging my organs, until I felt it rise into my chest. I tilted my face towards the ceiling and opened my mouth. Wisps of darkness poured out of me, and I felt its slightly gooey texture on my tongue before it dissipated.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

I looked down at him, and for a moment, shock crossed his features.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Your eyes,” he said. “Their tinged with darkness.”

I blinked and chuckled. “I don’t feel anything.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I lay on top of him while his cock was still inside me, as hard as ever. He pulled his cloak over both of us.

“I’m great,” I said. “Stop worrying, Grim.”

He shook his head. “Impossible. You’re alive, made of flesh and blood, and I... I don’t know what the effects of what we’re doing are.”

“There are no effects. No negative effects.” I was feeling sleepy, and I really didn’t want to keep arguing about this. Why couldn’t he just relax? “Shh...” I stopped him when I felt he was about to contradict me. “Shh... Grim...”

“You want me to shut up?” He was probably frowning, but I was too lazy to sit up and check.

“Yes. Shut up,” I mumbled.

He shifted slightly, and his cock almost slipped out of me. I clenched my walls around him, not wanting to let him go.

“Don’t move,” I said. “I want to go again in...” Half an hour? An hour? I was exhausted. I yawned. “I’ll ride you again when I wake up.”

He chuckled. “Then I’ll make sure I won’t move. Unless you say so.”

I smiled and made myself as comfortable as I could on top of him. He wasn’t a bad pillow. I’d never slept with a cock inside me. It was a new sensation, and I realized... addictive.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Grim

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floors of Asterhaven. I moved through the rooms like a ghost, my footsteps silent as I conducted my usual patrol. I scrutinized every corner, every nook. The scent of cinnamon and baked apples wafted from the kitchen. I paused by the doorway, watching as Millie guided Elysia’s small hands in rolling out pie dough.

Millie fascinated me. Born into wealth and privilege, she could have easily been another spoiled heiress, content to let others cater to her every whim. Instead, here she was, flour dusting her cheeks, patiently teaching her sister – her daughter – how to create something with her own two hands. It only made me admire her more.

I continued my rounds, my mind drifting back to the night before. The warmth of Millie’s skin, the softness of her lips, the way she looked at me like I was something more than a monster. I could dwell on these memories forever and never get bored of them.

As I passed by a window on the second floor, something caught my eye. A thin, silvery thread danced in the breeze outside, barely visible in the morning light. To anyone else, it might have seemed insignificant – just a stray bit of spider silk. But I knew better. The thread meant only one thing: someone was about to die. Someone I cared about, or I wouldn’t have seen it first. There was only one person it could be – Isabelle, Norman’s ex-wife, bedridden with cancer. My only human friend before Millie. Well, Millie was more than a friend now...

I’d made a promise to Isabelle just a few days ago. I’d told her I’d be there when her time came, that she wouldn’t have to faceher final journey with the assistance of a random reaper. And now, that moment had arrived.

My feet carried me back to the kitchen. Millie looked up as I entered, her smile fading when she saw my expression.

“Elysia, why don’t you go wash up?” she said. The girl nodded, skipping out of the room, oblivious to the sudden tension.

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