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“You shouldn’t want to do this with me,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Aside from the fact that we come from entirely different worlds, you’re alive and I’m not.”

“I won’t be alive for much longer.”

He didn’t say anything. I could tell he really didn’t like it when I reminded him – and myself – that fate was coming for me. Fate in the form of Ma-Vasha’s hunger for my soul. It was ruining the mood, so I made a mental note to stop talking about it, at least when we were intimate. I fisted his cloak and pulled him towards me. He fell on top of me, and I scooted up on the bed. He followed me, his body incapable of resisting mine.

“Touch me,” I said.

“Millie...”

I fumbled with his cloak where it hung heavy around his hips, and finally, I managed to slip my hands underneath it and findhis belt. I pulled at it, undid it, and next were the buttons. I could feel his hard cock tenting in his pants, and a rush of excitement overtook me. I wanted to feel it, see what it was like. Considering that Grim was dead – or so he said, though I was more inclined to call him undead – he could sure produce an erection.

Finally, my fingers wrapped around his cock, and to my surprise, the skin was smooth and slightly warm to the touch. The rest of him was cold, though... Was it my imagination, or was his body starting to warm up?

“How?” I asked, stroking him firmly, enjoying the way he filled my hand.

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice choked up. “I... I’ve never done this before... As a reaper, I mean. I didn’t know my body was capable of it.”

I continued to stroke his cock as my other hand sneaked under his shirt to touch his stomach. The skin there wasn’t smooth. It was scarred and rough, but I didn’t mind it one bit.

“You’re warming up,” I said. Now I knew it wasn’t my imagination. The more I touched him, the warmer he became.

“You’re doing this to me...”

I grinned as I gently squeezed the head of his cock. “What am I doing to you?”

He gasped, moaned... “Everything... It’s you. It’s all you. Only you.”

Chapter Seventeen

Grim

She was right. My body was warm for the first time in a hundred years and thrumming with something that was close to... life. Except it wasn’t. It was an imitation of it, a memory of it... As if my body remembered what a woman’s touch was supposed to do to it, so it responded to Millie, shuddering under her exploring fingers, hardening and pulsating. And all this was possible without a drop of blood running through my veins.

An erection shouldn’t have been possible. I hadn’t thought it was. After I became a reaper, I put aside all thoughts of women, love, lust, companionship. Those weren’t available to me anymore, or so I’d thought. The woman that was currently half naked under me was proving me wrong.

Still, I had no heart. Yet my chest, as hollow as it was, ached for her. I had no stomach, yet I could feel knots of anxiousness forming in the space where it should have been. And my balls... They hung heavy between my thighs, and I could tell they were filled with something – something I wanted to give to her –but I had no idea what it was. My body held no fluids. No blood, no saliva, and certainly, no semen. I knew I wanted – needed – to fill Millie, to pour myself inside her, but I was at a loss as to what was going to shoot out of my cock when the time came.

It was ridiculous how little I knew about my own body! When it turned from mortal to immortal under the touch of Death, it hadn’t come with a manual.

Millie removed her pants in haste. They were elegant, made of some soft fabric I didn’t know the name of. Everything she wore was exquisite and fit her perfectly, as if her clothes were all bespoke. I was glad she was removing them herself, as I wouldn’t have known how to handle them without my bony fingers poking into them.

“Please,” she said, her fingers slipping under the elastic of her panties. She started rolling them down her thighs.

I didn’t know what her “please” meant, what she wanted me to do. I watched in awe as she revealed herself to me, her pussy perfectly shaved, the lips pink and glistening with her juices. Mesmerized by the beauty of her sex, I descended onto her body and gently parted her legs to have a better look.

With a sigh, she relaxed and spread herself for me. I was lying on the bed now, between her knees, which she bent slightly. Her pussy was perfect. Back in my mortal days, the ones I’d seen on the few women I’d been with, hadn’t been shaved. Granted, I hadn’t exactly dated high-born ladies, to put it politely. I ran my bony finger from her dripping entrance to her tiny clit, careful not to hurt her. I truly didn’t think my fingers were made to touch such softness. Her juices coated the tips of them, and she let out a throaty moan.

“Yes,” she said.

I wanted to taste her. It wasn’t possible, of course, as I had no sense of taste. The only sense that had still stuck around was my sense of smell, but even that I couldn’t be too sure about. Sometimes I thought I imagined the scents I felt, and didn’t actually smell them. Nonetheless, I flicked my tongue over her folds, getting the tip coated with her juices. Since I didn’t produce saliva, I was going to need the secretions of her beautiful body to make up for it. To be certain my tongue – which was like parchment – didn’t hurt her, I dipped it inside her pussy.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned.

That gave me courage. As clumsy as I thought I was, I was doing something right. I traced my tongue back up to her clit and started licking it in circles, faster and faster, as fast as my inexperienced tongue could manage. She arched her back, and next thing I knew, her hands were on my skull, pressing medown. At first, I thought she was going to try and remove my hood, but she didn’t as much as pull at it. I appreciated that she respected my wish to remain cloaked. It wasn’t that my body would shatter or turn to dust without it, but I doubted Millie would still want to do these things with me if she saw me in my marred, burned, naked glory.

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