Forgiven

[death_glare]

[ No one questioned anything when William suddenly left his office that morning. "I've been called to a meeting" was all the information he gave the rest of Dispatch. To them, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he was the head of the department. For William, however, the summoning came with zero notice. As he made his way to the upper managements' offices, all he could wonder was what issue his subordinates caused that he'd have to clean up after, this time.

It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]

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[untodeath]

You'd grumbled that demons were filthy, even in death. [ Her breath shudders, lids falling. ] And you, you said, looking at me, are no better. You approached me with what I thought was contempt, backed me against cold brick. I was ripe with lust, and that only made me hungrier.

[ Her fingers hook into his belt, hastily undoing its fastenings. ]

It was then that you asked if I was disappointed that my plaything was ruined... and I told you that I couldn't possibly be, for what had progressed was far better than I'd ever imagined.

[death_glare]

[ He shouldn't be surprised by how perfectly her dream portrayed him. After all the time they've know one another, it only made sense. But he almost finds himself mouthing the exact words. With that, he doesn't need to ask what happens next. ]

Bring us to that roof top. Now.

[ There may not be blood or vengeance, but they can't deny the lust is any less intense at the moment. Perhaps at least the final act of the dream can become reality, for now. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell had assumed that her partner had been humouring her in favour of a good time and some release-- and yet, his curiosity seems so genuine. His response to the fantasy surprisingly intense. If she were to spark his bloodlust, nothing would stop them.

But she would never deny him! Without another word, she grips onto his collar to pull him nearer, leaning down to take him in a passionate kiss - and in doing so, teleports them to the rooftop from that glorious dream of hers. The city is still bustling below, the sky barely illuminated by the light of the sun below the horizon, and the moon hung low in the sky. ]

[death_glare]

[ Suddenly teleporting from a laying down position to an upright one could be disorientating, but William barely stumbles. He uses the momentum to do just as he had in her dream, push her hard up against the brick chimney of the townhouse. Their lips are still locked in the intense kiss, his hands now holding her shoulders firmly in place. ]

[untodeath]

[ The reaper gasps between their lips, and with the force of impact pulsating through her body, she relents with a pleasured groan. Her hands grasp at his shirt in handfuls as her knees weaken just so. Already, it's bliss. ]

[death_glare]

[ His grip on her shoulders not lessening, even the slightest, he holds her steady as he forces her legs apart with a knee. The leg is lifted, grinding his thigh quite forcefully against the bulge growing in her pants. The kiss is broken and his lips move to her ear. Though he's close, he doesn't whisper, instead speaking with a commanding tone. ]

If I find the demon that took my daughter from me, you will help me erase any trace of her.

[untodeath]

Yes. [ She breathlessly utters, rocking her hips forward to press flush against his. ] But not without making her suffer.

[ Head lulling back to rest against the harsh stone, her lashes are heavy over her eyes, hazy with lust, and her grin crooked. ]

Slowly. Thoroughly. Cut out that lying tongue, slit her greedy stomach, crack her open in search of her black heart...

[death_glare]

[ William had spent so long depressed, blaming himself for everything that had happened. He never hid his disgust for demons, but the idea of taking out the very source of all his misery may very well have never came to mind. Whether it was the work or depression is unclear, but with both behind him, he's feeling that desire for vengeance bubbling up inside him. And every one of Grell's words fuels it. ]

I love you.

[ Spoken forcefully but perhaps with more sincerity than when he'd first uttered it. He follows it up with a hard, passionate kiss, his hands releasing her, only to do away with her slacks. They're undone and pulled down just enough to expose her to the cold evening's air. ]

[untodeath]

[ It's with a wanton groan that she accepts his kiss, hands trailing over his shoulders and along his neck, digging into his hair. Content though she may be, the sensation shock leaves her gasping sharply. ]

Mn, show me. [ She growls her words between their mouths. ]

[death_glare]

[ Though he loves how it feels when she grips his hair, he removes her hands, and quickly spins her around to push her front up against the wall. As she'd already undone his pants, he quickly frees himself. His cock presses between her cheeks, teasing but not yet entering her.

Once more, he speaks against her ear. ]

Do not hold back your cries. I want to hear every filthy sound from you.

[ He emphasises the word, mimicking himself from her dream. ]

[untodeath]

[ Hands reflexively pressed against the brick to protect her face, her cheek rests against the back of a palm. Her chest heaves, lashes fluttering as he teases her - she even rocks her hips back hungrily to rock her ass along the length of his cock. ]

Happily, darling.

[ What an attentive lover he is, she's far too lucky, she thinks!! ]

[death_glare]

[ One hand keeps her hips moving back against him. The other wraps over her mouth, two fingers entering and sliding along to gather her saliva for lubrication. Once he's satisfied with the amount, it's quickly slicked over his cock. As has become the method for the week, it's a deep, sharp entry. Every inch of him encased with one thrust of his hips.

[untodeath]

[ The dance he's begun does well to entertain her, drawing pleased little sighs - and when he forces his way into her mouth, she's happy to oblige his whim, tongue rolling over his fingers with a groan.

No matter how many times he does it, her body attempts to resist his abrupt violation, and God, does she love it. The sound she makes conveys as much; a strained shout, coated with bliss. Though her hips buck and quiver, she pushes herself onto his cock forcefully, craving more. ]

[death_glare]

[ There's a moment of pause - William taking everything in. The sounds he coaxes from her, the heat of her body contrasting with the crisp air, the voyeuristic nature of the moment. He breathes deeply, the exhale accompanied by a pleased groan.

But it's the only reprieve. The days beforehand, their sex had been rough and unforgiving, but that's an understatement for this go. Unrelenting with the force behind his thrusts, the attempts to pull louder sounds from her with each. ]

[untodeath]

[ Everything about it is just so right. Each affliction sparks through her body like electricity, pleasure pulsating through her more strongly like an aftershock. Already her hands are developing scrapes from the friction of her body fighting the force against the roughly textured stone - and there's a hiss, as her cheek scuffs, too - but the hunger, the ruthlessness, quickly overpowers any sense of self preservation that she has. She's drowning in pleasure, and she doesn't care to breathe.

Ah, but perhaps that is not the best analogy to make, as her lungs are clearly uninhibited, her near screams echoing through the empty air of the rooftops and carrying into the bustle of the city. ]

[death_glare]

[ If the nearby mortals haven't noticed the screams, the sudden light that brightens the plaza must certainly have drawn some attention. William's wings have erupted from his back, once more. They flutter around them, somehow warming the air. William leans forward, his hands resting beside hers on the wall. Grell should thank heaven she's a super natural being, as well, as William's strength seems to have risen as his angelic form emerges more brightly. With each thrust, the bricks seem to shake, and a slowly growing indentation forms around where Grell leans. ]

To think someone as morally broken as you would earn such attention from an angel.

[untodeath]

[ Fingers hooking into the grooves of the wall with fruitless desperation, Grell near sobs beneath his force. ]

Nn, a-- and you have-- ah!! You've sullied yourself, ha--vn't you!

[death_glare]

You best make it worth my while.

[ Bringing her to tears is somehow stimulating him more. If she has any sense left in her, she may feel him waver behind all that power! ]

[untodeath]

[ Oh, she's certainly been numbed to the outside world, but she's entirely focused to the bliss he's bestowing upon her. Everything his body has to offer her. It's all become so overwhelming that she's desperate to cum, but the pain keeps her cock's arousal at bay - and so, she will see that he meets his needs first.

Wiping a clouded eye against her wrist, she can feel her makeup smear, but if it's crying that he likes, she shall oblige. ]

I dis--tinctly sense that you-- [ Ah, her shoulders quake with an agonizing cry. ] You'll punish me either way... Please.

[death_glare]

[ Watching every movement her body makes, both purposeful and entirely involuntary, has him heaving a heavy groan. If he'd ever doubted her lust for pain, it was surly being proven now. Taking a moment to swallow and focus, he takes a fist full of her hair and pulls her back against his chest, holding her there and slowing his thrusts just enough to regain his own slowly slipping composure. ]

Beg me for forgiveness, instead.

[untodeath]

[ The sharp pain at her scalp leaves the redhead whimpering sharply, hand blindly grasping for his wrist - and, suddenly, he's holding her, his hips more forgiving. Its reduced her to quivers, her head tilting back helplessly to rest against his shoulder. ]

I'm s-sorry-- I'm.. [ Gasping, she grinds her hips back onto him, feeling the passion cat thing up to her in full. ] Please.. please! Forgive me, my love.. !

[death_glare]

[ Despite his attempts to focus, the more intimate position, the added body contact, it's all betraying him. Perhaps he really is more warm and affectionate than cold and uncaring, after all. As she pleads with him, he rewards her, spilling himself inside her with a shaking breath.

As he rides the intense orgasm to completion, the giant heavenly wings seem to envelope them. ]

[untodeath]

[ Enveloped in tenderness and warmth, she's coaxed to climax, in turn - and her lips part with a voiceless cry as her body tenses about him. Grell is desperate as she grabs onto him for grounding, fingers pressing into his skin, her hold sticky with blood welling from her scrapes. Seeing the red smearing his pale, radiant, perfect skin is just as satisfying.

Once it's passed, her body softly tremors, the stimulation leaving her thoroughly spent. Mindlessly, she finds herself nuzzling into the softness of his wings to dry her cheeks. ]

[death_glare]

[ William rests his forehead atop her shoulder, his breathing slowly steadying. Once Grell's body has relaxed, as well, is when he finally pulls free of her. He could retract his wings now, as well, but the attention she's giving them feels exceptionally soothing after such an intense experience. ]

Let's return to bed.

[untodeath]

[ With a numb sort of nod, she closes her eyes, using what focus she has to teleport them back home. They're standing beside the bed, this time, as she wouldn't wish to topple onto his wings in any way.

Weakly, she leans a knee against the bed, so that she might pull up her trousers - and then, allows herself to topple against it with a groan not unlike the one she'd given moments before, when he pulled himself free of her. ]

That was... [ Her vaguely hoarse and thoroughly exhausted sigh should say it all, really! ]