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The hood of his cloak fell down, the skull of a man I once knew staring back at me. Every year, more and more of his flesh had melted off into the hellish pits where he lived. And this year was the first when he was nothing but bones.
“You shared a bed with him,” he said.
“As if you haven’t had another woman in your bed since last year,” I said, staring back.
He might’ve been bones dressed in a cloak, but he was still the sexiest damn man I had ever laid my eyes upon. And by far, the most powerful being alive. He had the power to destroy life just by lifting his finger.
“The last woman I was inside of wasyou,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles across my cheek and then down my chin. Then he wrapped his hand around my throat. “And I’ll be inside you again. Tonight. On top of Fredrico’s grave.”
“You’re a sick man,” I whispered, warmth exploding through my core.
“I’m no man,” he said, shoving me down to my knees and snatching my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m a god, and gods are worshiped. Now bend over your lover’s grave like a good girl for me.”
Wetness pooled between my thighs. I flipped over and rested my forearms on the cement grave, my ass in the air and my pussy aching for him. I had gone an entire year without him inside me, a year of measly hookups that hadn’t given me any pleasure at all.
He dropped behind me, his skeleton hands all over my ass, grasping my waist, traveling underneath my dress. “All the men I’ve taken from you,” he said, his hand made of bones moving up the front of my neck. “I’ve stolen their souls, so they can’t have you. They were too fond of your beauty, of your vigor. And you, darling…” he murmured, breath fanning my skin. “... are mine.”
His mist darkened behind me, extending out into black appendages. One slithered around my throat and slipped into my mouth, entwining with my tongue. Another wrapped around my hair and pulled it back, so I could watch Death take me however he wanted.
“You’re mine,” he declared. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I murmured on the mist, my words muffled. “All yours.”
Two more gusts of mist wrapped around the tops of my thighs and spread them apart. He slipped his arm around my waist and trailed his fingers from my navel to my slit, rubbing his boney fingers across my swollen clit.
“The next time you want me,” he said. “You come to this grave, spread your legs, stuff your pretty fingers inside your hungry cunt, and scream my name.”
I moaned, spit dribbling down my chin and dripping onto Fredrico’s headstone.
“No mortal has ever made you this wet, has he?” he murmured into my ear. “And I have barely touched you yet.” He moved his fingers across my clit faster. “I remember the days when I could draw my tongue across your body and taste every inch of you, especially this messy little cunt.”
My legs trembled.
“Poor baby is shaking for me.” He cooed. “Are you going to come already?”
Pressure rose in my core. I furrowed my brows together and curled my fingers around the gravestone, moaning on his appendage. He rubbed my pussy harder, faster. “Mine,” he growled. “You’re all mine.” He smacked my clit, and I screamed all over him. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
When he pulled his hand away from my clit, he slithered his appendage between my pussy lips and toyed with my aching, pulsing pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head as I impatiently waited for him to fill up my tight cunt.
“Oh baby, you’re drooling all over yourself.” He ran a bony finger across my chin and swiped up some spit. “You look like such a desperate, dirty slut for me.” He pressed the head of himself against my pussy, stretching it apart further than any human man could. “As soon as I shove myself into you, you’ll remember why you’re mine.”
With every inch he pressed inside me, I tightened around him more and more. All I had wanted since last Halloween was finally here. He grasped my chin and turned my head, forcing me to stare up into those dark pits.
His eyes had once been such a lively hazel brown, but I preferred them this way. I had always and would always love the man he had become. No amount of darkness could ever change that.
In one thrust, he slammed himself all the way inside me. I cried out in pleasure and stared up at him, gently pulling the appendage from my mouth and placing my lips on his boney face. “I fucking love you more than you’ll ever know. I’m yours, Death. All yours.”
He pounded into me harder and faster than Fredrico ever could, his thrusts long and deep. I clutched the gravestone with both hands to hold myself steady and moaned into his mouth, my pussy clenching around his enormous cock. I screamed out in pleasure, an orgasm ripping through me.
“Say it again,” he said, slowing his thrusts.
“I’m yours, Death.”
He rubbed his fingers across my clit once more. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” I whispered. “I will love you even when the flowers dry out, the humans go extinct, and my ability to create life ceases to exist. I will love you even when you decide that watching me sleep in a casket all year long is far more peaceful for you than only seeing me for a few moments once every year.”
“Don’t you say that,” he murmured against my lips, thrusting into me even slower, his hands seizing my waist and his fingers curling around my hips. “I could never take the life of the woman I love. I would wait for eternity to spend one day with you, my sweetness.”
