Death’s New Pet: Love after Life

“The only name you should be moaning is mine. Got it, dead girl?” His voice is dark and malicious. I can’t see his eyes, but I know for a fact they’re black as sin, raking up my body until he owns every inch of my skin.

“I’m sorry,” it’s the first time I’ve ever apologised to him, and I don’t know why I say it. I long to moan the name again, to make him angry. It’s fucking ridiculous since my body hasn’t stopped shaking since I saw him in his true form. The monstrous beast they describe him to be.

“Don’t apologise to me, little mortal. Apologise to yourself. You’ve just signed your death warrant.”

What? My whole body tenses up and my fight or flight panics. I squirm against him, but it only puts more pressure on my throbbing clit. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m terrified of him but also desperate for him to make me feel good again!

“You smell so fucking delicious,” he growls as his hand slowly runs down my body. I fall forward when he releases me, and I’m forced to hold onto his knees to stop me from falling off him. He grabs my tits viciously and pulls at my nipples until I’m panting.

“Beast, continue!” He suddenly barks out an order. The hideous creature in front of us dips his head before bringing another soul to torture. My eyes slam shut as I try to focus on not feeling the pleasure that he brings to my body.

I focus on the horrified cries of the next victim but at the same time, his fingers find my clit and I jolt. However, as I do so, I bounce off his cock and it presses deeper into me, straining against the material of my jumpsuit. Pleasure instantly hits me.

“Fuck!” I cry out involuntarily as he forces me close to the edge.

“I knew you’d like this, you dirty whore. You’re getting off to the sound of bad people being tortured. You were made to be my little pet, weren’t you?”

“Yes!” I answer him quickly and I instantly scold myself for being so desperate for him. He grinds into me, and my head rolls back. Then, I feel something slither around my neck and get tighter. I instantly panic and pull at the thick rope which slowly cuts off my oxygen.

“You ever heard the saying enough rope to hang yourself?” His warm breath burns the sensitive part of my neck. The hairs jump to attention, desperate to feel his lips against me. I whimper and nod my head, only tightening in. My head feels fuzzy, but all the blood rushing makes my pleasure increase.

“That’s what you have, little mortal. I’ll give you enough freedom to decide the torture on each bad soul but if you ask too much of me, then you’ll suffer. Got it?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck you’re desperate. Look at the way you’re grinding your hips, desperately trying to cum on my dead cock.” He growls. Then, he increases the pressure on my clit and nipples. I’m a panting mess, desperate for him.

“Tell me what his punishment should be.”

My head is completely gone.

“Speak, little mortal. You wanted power and now you have it.” He mocks me as he nips at my ear. A long whine falls from my lip as the pleasure grows too much.

“Please!”

“You are not allowed to cum until you sort him.”

“Fine! Make him food for the beasts or something!” I become frantic.

I can almost feel him cocking an eyebrow up at me. “Nothing else?”

“And lock him in the hell maze!”

He groans in pleasure. “Now we are talking, little mortal.”

“Please, I did it, now fuck me!”

“No,” he suddenly growls in my ear and my whole body tenses up. “The next time I fuck you, your mortal soul will be gone. Only then I will ravish you until you are nothing but stained with sin, dead girl. For now, cum over my fingers and enjoy your last mortal orgasm.”

He doesn’t even finish his sentence before my orgasm rocks through my body. The rope strains at my throat, cutting off my oxygen as the waves crash into me repeatedly. A pleasured scream falls from my lips at the same time as the pained one falls from the tortured soul on stage. Death never stops circling my clit and tugging on my nipples, forcing me to continue riding my high.

“Keep going, little mortal,” he barks before pushing me off the cliff again. A wave of heat passes through my body and my toes curl. The pleasure smashes into me again making my whole body feel like jelly. I cry out his name again, my eyes shutting together, desperately trying to ground myself. After what feels like centuries, I come down from my high. He spins me around so that I’m forced to face him, and I see that wicked look in his eye. My body moves automatically for his cock to return the favour, but he stops me.

“I want to cum on your naked body, cover you in my semen to mark you as my own.” He growls. I instantly freeze up.

“Naked?”

“Did I stutter, little mortal?”

“I won’t—” My breathing hurts and it feels as though my whole body is seizing up. Death’s eyes grow large and round as he frantically tries to figure out what’s wrong.

Naked. He will see your scars, your wounds, your insecurities. Or what’s even worse, I’ll have to face the truth of being a scarred creature for the rest of eternity.

“I can’t—”

“Little mortal, what is happening?” his hands run all over my body as if to try and soothe me, but the thought has already plagued my mind. I choke on a breath. His talons sink into my skin and the sharp pain forces me to take oxygen into my lungs. It grounds me slightly and I feel more in control.

“What happened to you on Earth?” His jaw is tense, but concern is laced in his voice. “What are you so afraid of?”

“I’m ugly.”

A snort falls past his lips. “You’re afraid of being ugly?”

“Not being ugly, I am ugly. You haven’t seen my skin—”

His fingers leap to my jumpsuit, and he readies himself to rip at it. A squeal falls past my lips and I latch onto his hands. “No! Please!”

“Listen very fucking carefully, little mortal,” he growls. “You will never be ugly to me, got it? Your sweet, sinful and feisty attitude have my cock bobbing but that pretty little face and your curvy fucking body—” he groans as though trying to contain himself. “You are so fucking gorgeous it hurts. Show me your skin, dead girl. Show me what you are trying to hide because I promise you it will not bother me.”

“Death, I can’t—”

“You can and you will.” He tears slightly at the jumpsuit. My hands jump to cover it from his eyes. His whole body trembles and I can feel the anger seeping from him but he does his best to hide it from me.

For the first time, when he reaches for my smaller hands, his touch is gentle and oddly comforting. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Hesitation consumes me and the self-loathing has me shaking my head ‘no’.

His Adam’s apple jumps out as he swallows hard. “Let me in, little mortal.”

Everything forces me to keep my hands hiding my skin, but his gentle touch slowly peels my fingers away and I let him. His eyes remain firmly locked on mine and I hold my breath.

Slowly, he rips down my jumpsuit and helps me step out of it. The cold has my nipples instantly jumping to attention and the hairs on my body leaping outwards. He never lets his eyes drop from my face until I take a shaky breath.

“I am going to look at you now, okay?” It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him ask for permission and it has my body responding to him in a way I really wish it wouldn’t.

Patiently, he waits for me to dip my head before his eyes roam down my body. He inhales sharply and I slam my eyes shut.

“Open them.” His voice is hard and authoritative. I hesitate but when I feel his fingers curl into the softness of my hips, I obey him. Cold, furious eyes stare back at me.

“Who did this to you, little mortal? Give me a name so we can torture the fucking shit out of them.”

“More than one person,” it’s little more than a whimper and I feel so fucking pathetic. A tremble takes hold of my body. I refuse to look down at myself, ashamed of what I might find. I stopped tending to wounds a couple of years ago when I no longer recognised my body in the mirror. I fear what I might find if I do check.

His cold touch seems to soothe me as much as I try to convince myself otherwise. He trails his fingers up and down my skin, following along scars and skimming across burn marks. A whoosh of air flushes past me and I feel Death behind me, inspecting my whole body. I hold my breath. Then, suddenly, a large, twisted mirror appears in front of me. I squeak and turn around, but Death forces me back to face it.

My eyes remain firmly shut. “Please, I can’t—”

“Listen to my voice, little mortal,” he whispers as his hands trail around my body. I feel him against my body and to my surprise, his huge cock twitches against my back. My hands reach back in shock, and I feel his hard, stony body, completely naked. Startled, I pull away quickly.

“We’re both scarred, and we’re both naked,” he tells me in a dark voice. The lump in my throat throbs as I will the tears away.

“I can’t look at myself, Death.”

“Then look at me instead.”

His touch against me has me melting. I desperately want to see what he looks like without clothes and that primal part of me has my eyes slowly opening. A flash of my pale skin, stained with dark red lines, comes into view but I force myself to look at him behind me, towering over me. His dark tattoos swim fast around his body, smashing into one another. It looks painful but his face never reveals any unease. Instead, he stares straight at me, scanning me for a reaction. His muscles ripple when he moves his arms around my body to embrace me, and my tongue darts out to coat my bottom lip. I look so small in his arms.

When he pulls me flush against him, I feel something tickle my back. “Do you feel that?” he whispers. “You can feel the souls leaping from my body.”

Wide-eyed, I jolt against him, but he forces me back against him. The way they move massages my skin beautifully and reluctantly, and images of them against my nipples flash to my mind. He must sense my instant desire because those eyes darken.

“Look at yourself in the mirror and then I promise you will have whatever dirty thoughts you’re thinking of.”

“Death—”

“I’m not going to tell you again. I tried to be kind, little mortal, but we both know it’s not in my nature. So, you’re either going to look at the beautiful woman in the mirror or I will punish you.”

His words have me instantly doing what I’m told. My nakedness jumps to attention, and I scan down my scarred skin, stained with imperfections. As if to ground me, Death’s hands still roam up and down my body. I watch quietly as he lightly traces every single scar.

His breathing becomes unsteady, and I can sense his fury, but desire controls him. His cock twitches against my back repeatedly until he pushes it down between my legs. I whimper out as it slides against my slick wetness. He slowly moves my hips until I’m grinding on him. My legs threaten to give out, but I know he will catch me if I fall.

“You are so fucking stunning, little mortal.” He growls. “And looking at your scars only makes me want you more. I love broken little toys.”

“Other men did this to me. You’re okay with that?”

His eyes darken and bleed. “Fuck no. But I know that we’ll get our revenge, little mortal. They’ve broken my mortal canvas, but you haven’t died yet. Your soul is clinging to the ruined mortal body. When I kill you, your imperfections will disappear and then I can ruin you myself.”