by YD La Mar
The look in Reese’s eyes calls to me. She is excited for the hunt and she knows she will be my prey. I will gladly devour any male that stands in my way. Reese is mine!
Her foot steps back and trips on a book lying on the floor of this room. I jump towards her, grabbing her tightly in my cold embrace as I flash us back to the realm of the dead and lost.
She lands on our mattress of black satin sheets, our home. My nose nuzzles her neck, smearing her skin in crimson streaks before my teeth pierce her skin to taste her exquisite blood. No other compares to the taste of her. She tastes of...mine.
But I do not let her feminine wiles and moans distract me from the punishment I have in store for her. Punishment for allowing that blasted male to touch her! To touch what is mine! I raise my head to tangle my tongue with hers, lulling her into a false sense of security as I flash us to one of the unused chambers of torture.
She is chained to an X post with her back facing outwards for my pleasure. The sprite I had waiting hands me a cat-o’-nine-tails whip as I proceed to give her the first lash. Watching the way her body writhes with its kiss, it makes me hunger for something I cannot name. The red welts that rise from her skin call to me, adding to the beauty of her back. My cock starts to stand at attention, my tongue licking my teeth in anticipation of her taste.
What makes me want to claw my non-existent heart out is the fact that she moans against her gag. She moans, making this cursed phallus react instantly. Blasted hell! This woman will be the death of me!
Giving her five more lashes, watching the blood trickle down the crack of her ass cheeks, my cock starts to painfully strain against its skin with how hard it’s become.
When she moans again and tries to speak, my blasted phallus convinces me to remove her gag to hear what she has to say to her punishment.
My hands caress the back of her neck as I unclip the gag from her mouth, listening to the ball fall to the ground with a soft thump. I let my hands continue to travel down the front of her until it caresses the soft mounds on her chest. She is too damn soft for the likes of me. Too damn everything for the likes of me, and unluckily for her, I’m never letting her go. Her little nipples peak, and my fingers start to play with them automatically.
Her intake of air makes my cock jump and my whispered name makes my cock leak in anticipation. The sound of my name on her lips whispered like a prayer does things to me.
“Make no mistake, Reese. I will gladly devour every last male that stands in my way. You are mine and mine alone.”
I can’t stand the sight of her, spread for my very eyes to feast on in pleasure and so I drag my tongue across and down her open wounds, lapping up the essence she leaks freely for my taking. Her hiss makes me take a hard bite out of the asscheek before me, making her cry out in pleasure. I make sure to lick up all her crimson offerings before it even gets a chance to touch the ground.
Blasted hellfires! Can I not punish this female at all?! It seems to be punishing me more than it is her!
I bring myself back to standing and hug her from behind, rubbing my forehead against her shoulder as I flash us back to the bed chambers with her beneath me, ramming my cock home. How dare that male think to take what is mine?!
I raise myself onto my knees as both of my hands wrap around the back of her neck squeezing my frustrations.
I need her to understand her place. Her place is beside me! ONLY ME!
My thrust becomes desperate, my hands becoming a vice grip. The longer I pound against her waiting flesh, the more I feel her getting wet for me and it makes me growl. How can her punishment make her react so? What has life thrown at my little Reese to make her perfect for my debauchery? And why do I crave it even more? Why do I crave her suffering and pleasure at the same time?
I can feel the life drain out of her and it makes me even harder. I slip my cock out of her wet pussy and shove it in her ass instead to inflict more pain because it feeds my desires. Desires I never knew I had. Only with Reese. Only with this blasted female who has stolen my attention in the worst and best ways. I crave her screams.
Her life starts to dim and I can physically see the bright flame of her soul leaving her. I roar in frustration for my need to reap her and for my need to make her mine for all eternity. But if I reap her soul, I will no longer be able to ravish her so and that thought alone sobers me.
Opening my jaws I pull in her essence while trying to consume her being from the inside out. Does a reaper have a soul? After all the human souls and flesh I have consumed, I shouldn’t be surprised at the turn of events when I attempt to take her as my very own. To become one with her.
Once half of her soul enters my body, it feels as if the pathetic excuse for a soul of my own entangles with hers in a dark embrace. They dance in a bright mix of blue and orange flames and something unexpected happens.
It fucking feels like my non-existent heart is torn asunder, divided into the smallest of pieces. Our essence comes together like two fucking immaculate beings coming together to make love. Love? Is this what I feel at this moment? It burns me, it makes my chest ache and I am still full of fury from what I witnessed between my female and the human male I devoured.
Needing to feel her wetness around me again, I pull out to reinsert myself where my cock belongs. Home inside her wet cunt. The cunt that belongs to me.
The thought of Asmore enters my mind and my cock begins to expand, changing shape to match my rage.
But the blasted female beneath me only continues to moan and writhe in pleasure as I plunder and ravage her pussy with the spikes that have grown around the head of my phallus. Extra external filaments and tentacles around my shaft start to insert themselves into her waiting channel and the blasted female dares to climax around it all. Hellfires! It does something to me, to know she accepts everything I have to give her, everything I have to throw at her in my..in my... tantrum of jealous rage.
The feeling of her pussy pulling my cock in a vice grip makes me roar in frustration and relief as my climax bathes her insides with my seed. Damn it all to hell!
REESE
What the hell is happening right now? I went from about to fall on my ass in Isaac’s office watching Bear’s bloodstained face come towards me, to getting the love bite of my fucking life on our bed of black sheets, to a kiss that makes my legs weak, to a damn torture chamber of sex secrets making my pussy weep. Daddy’s whipping sessions have made me numb to these pathetic excuses for punishment, but when it comes from Bear, my libido just skyrockets because I know I’ll be getting his massive dick in me soon. Damn it all!
When his hot tongue goes across my open wounds, it does something to me. The fine line between pain and pleasure, and the fact that it’s Bear losing himself in the act with me, makes me feel empowered and fucking horny as hell. It calls a part of me I didn’t know existed, a part of me I didn’t know I needed. The bite he takes out of my ass makes my back hole clench in anticipation and need. The need to be filled fully and irrevocably. The need for him to just take me in all ways, owning me down to my very soul.
I’ve never been choked during sex like this and it’s exhilarating, especially because it comes from Bear, only Bear. Just knowing it invokes such immense and out-of-control emotions from him makes me feel empowered, no matter what position I may be in during the process.
My pussy was weeping with joy, with the rage he showed ramming into me with all his hate. Why? Because I still fucking hate him too for all the pain and suffering he’s put my heart through in the years past. I love him and I hate him. I love the way he hate fucks me too. I can’t get enough of it.
The pain in my ass is nothing compared to the enveloping feelings of fulfillment and wholeness when it feels like our fucking souls start to entwine in the act of love and hate. I didn’t even know the grim reaper could have a fucking soul, but who am I to question what’s going on? It feels fucking amazing. I was starting to feel weak from his plunder, but now I feel a renewed sense of strength.
All the times I felt like a lost piece to the puzzle of life, I now finally feel like I found my perfect hole to fill when his soul tangles with mine in a cold embrace. A dance of new life only to let out a harsh cold breath in the fires of hell.
He pulls out of my ass and shoves it back into my pussy with something different. Something is different about the cock as he thrusts into me and damn if it doesn’t put me over the edge. My mind tells me it should hurt, but something happened during our souls making love that all I feel now is pleasure with everything he gives me...and I want more. I almost wish for it to hurt more, for him to punish me more.
When my pleasure starts to climb, I muffle my cries into the cool smooth sheets, my body tensing, as the best climax of my fucking life hits me like I just died and gone to heaven and all the way back down to hell.
I awake with a groan, but I can’t move. What the fuck?
Trying again, it feels like a heavy body is on top of me. The smell of flames near my nose. Trying to clear my mind to think about what happened, it all comes back to me and I squirm just thinking about it again. Shouldn’t my back hurt? And my pussy? Fuck, the things he did to my pussy make me want to moan again and scissor my legs, but I can’t.
Bear stirs on top of me the more I squirm, and I realize his dick is still buried in me. How is this even possible? But fuck if it doesn’t feel so damn good. My wetness making his cock move ever so slightly inside of me. My heart also feels so damn constricted with the fact that he stayed with me this time, allowing me to wake up feeling his presence with me. I want to cry...because...it’s the first time anyone has stayed with me after something like that.
I take that back. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, compares to what we just shared. Damnnit. I love this fucker and I hate that I love him, but at the same time, I don't.
I let out a suffering sigh from his weight on top of me and Bear starts to slowly nuzzle the back of my neck tenderly. I love this side of him just as much as his bastard side. The hot tongue that snakes out starts to lick the crook of my neck, sending shivers through me, and fuck if I don’t turn into a puddle of goo right then and there. His capacity to be so fucking loving amazes me. Who knew the reaper had it in him?
No one better knows that part of him. The thought makes me a bit murderous.
...it must have been from all the human flesh he’s consumed over the years.
...which reminds me of innocent Isaac who Bear just so happened to consume last. Ugh! I want to be mad, a normal person would be, but I’m not. I shouldn’t let him know that though, it might get to his head and he might start consuming anyone who dares to talk to me or look my way. Why is that so fucking hot?
I try to squirm my ass again to see if I can dislodge him before he gets hard again.
“...cease your incessant squirming, female. You will not be rid of me that easily. You are mine to ravish. You have no say in the matter.” Why is his dick getting hard all of a sudden? Fuck.
I’m still full of his fucking cum as he starts to slowly gyrate his hips against me, rubbing his cock all up in me again.
A moan involuntarily slips out and I want to slap myself. Stop this! I need to have a serious conversation with this fucker right now.
“...mmmm...dammit...Bear, stop. I need to talk to you.” Gosh, he feels too good. I can’t think straight!
“...cease your talking. The only talking that will be happening right now is my cock talking to your soaking wet pussy. It’s hungry and I plan to keep it happy and continue to feed it.”
Oh. My. Fucking. Gosh. Stop! Why does he have to sound so fucking endearing and disgusting at the same time?!
“...ah...okay..fine..one last fuck, then we need to talk!” Holy shit. With that invitation, Bear places one hand between my shoulder blades and one leg up, pulling me with him to give him leverage to pound into me again without mercy.
BEHERAA
She will never have the upper hand with me, now that I know her weakness. My cock satisfies her and makes her stop her incessant chattering. I also reap the benefits of such acts. I laugh out loud at my own pun and Reese moans beneath me, spurring me on faster to reach my finish. The blasted female has taken enough pleasure from me. This time I will take it from her solely for my greedy, selfish self.
When my climax hits, it feels like I’ve been struck by lightning or some other divine force as I add my spend to her wet and waiting cunt. What does this human female do to me? Why do I find myself addicted to this? Thoughts of Asmore run into my mind and I finally understand his problem. I make an internal note to myself to never devour Asmore in a fit of rage. That would be the death of me more so than the other devoured demons are already.
This...cuddling… I’ve come to find I enjoy this human custom. The concept was there after the numerous amounts of human flesh I’ve consumed, but the last human ...this male, Isaac, his mind was full of it. Reese does not seem bothered by the fact. Quite the opposite, actually. The fire in her soul seems to glow brighter with it. I file this in the back of my mind for further use in case I need it to give me the upper hand with this female of mine.
Reese continues to squirm under me and I allow my phallus to slip out of her as she makes to turn her body so she is facing me. The look in her eyes is something I haven’t seen before. It is rage, anger, and something else that sparkles with life. I think I like this look on her. I shall make sure to keep it there for my viewing pleasure.
When her little hands cradle my face, my chest cavity feels funny. She pulls me into her, and I acquiesce to her need. When her tongue dances with mine, my body instinctually melds onto her even more, needing to feel her soft, warm flesh beneath me.
I am glad I was able to stop myself from reaping her soul. I would miss her terribly, for I would not be able to do these things with just merely her soul minus her flesh suit.
Her tongue continues its tangles as she attempts to speak her words into my open mouth. Such a strange female she is.
“Bear...I don’t approve of what you did to Isaac…” I growl into her mouth as she continues to ravish it with fervor to stop me from pulling away.
“...but what’s done...is done… and your dick feels fucking amazing, by the way...But I still need to go back … and take care of Mister Clyde.”
I do pull my face away from her then. She dares to distract me with her feminine wiles once again! I am made the fool once more and my eyes burn with anger.
When she presses her lips to my mouth, my anger simmers, but my mind still rages at the fact that she wishes to leave me! How dare she?!
Putting my hand around her throat to stop her distractions, I snarl into her face.
“You will not leave me! I am Beheraa! I will drag you back to the depths of my kingdom and lock you here for all eternity if I must!”
She smiles. She smiles! What is this? What is this madness? I do not understand this blasted female’s mind!
My hand releases its pressure as my fingers itch to caress the marks I’ve left on her delicate throat. Why does the sight of it soothe me so?
“Bear...I don’t want to leave you. But I have a job I need to do. Who is going to take care of Mister Clyde … now that you’ve DEVOURED HIS ONLY DAMN SON?!” She laughs at my face and I cannot help but suppress the laugh that wants to escape me. No. I cannot. She shall not expose me in my weakness for her. Damn hellfires, does her laugh soothe me.
I growl for good measure, making her giggle even more.
“If you do not wish to leave me..then what would you have me do? Do you wish for me to devour and reap the soul of this...Mister Clyde, you speak of? Shall I rid of him for you, my Reese? Then your attention can all be showered on me...where it should be, where it rightfully belongs.”
She lets out a sigh, and I am unsure if she is exasperated with me or if she is upset. Do all human males have to decode female expressions like this? How do they not rip their own heads off their necks in frustration? How do humans continue to reproduce and last this long?
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br /> “You’re so damn cute it hurts. But this is a hurt I’m happy to have because it soothes the other hurts you’ve put me through throughout the years.” Her eyes start to water at this statement. And I am lost. I do not like this. How do I stop this reaction? What the blasted hell does she even mean?
I inadvertently snarl my response out of frustration at trying to decipher the female mind.
“What must I do to stop these tears from coming!? Do not dare to shed them in front of me, female. Tell me, what must I do?!”
She laughs the loudest laugh I've ever heard escape her, and the constriction in my chest starts to loosen its hold. She pulls me into a tight embrace and I let out an exasperated sigh, because she never did answer my demands.
REESE
The moment Bear flashed out to go reaping is the moment I summon my two little sprites. They’re always around me most of the time, so I've claimed them as mine.
