thedispatch | The next afterlife

The next afterlife

[ In hindsight, it was obvious. Reapers worked tirelessly, for centuries, trying to reach that one final goal - to be forgiven. For most, the feat of learning the value of life was impossible. The depression that lingered with them after they took their own lives was only compounded by their roles as death gods. So many joyous lives cut short, the lucky mortal's record almost mocking the unfortunate reapers as they watched the panels flip past their eyes. Most would forget they even had a chance to be forgiven, drowning in the enteral job set before them.

But, on rare occurrences, a reaper would find themselves before a jury, summoned away from their desks overflowing with paperwork on scheduled deaths. That is where William stands now. And perhaps even more surprising, is the other who stands beside him - Grell Sutcliffe. William had hardly believed himself capable of forgiveness, but the redhead...she'd looked at the mortal realm and laughed, hardly caring (and often finding it amusing) if she was the listed cause of death for some of those unfortunate people. How she is here, as well, is beyond him.

The committee has decided the both of you have come to an understanding on how valuable life truly is.

The woman at the centre of the row of judges addresses them both. William's brow creases, but he refrains from asking the obvious question of why, lest he ruin their chances at eternal peace.

Now that that matter is dealt with, we will move on to assessing your sins as a mortal.

William's expression quickly shifts to honest surprise, his eyes widening and blinking in confusion. The term 'forgiven' had been a misnomer since the beginning. How had he been so naive to think all their wrong doings while they'd been alive would be waved off as if they'd meant nothing? Swallowing heavily, he gives a brief side glance to Grell. For the first time, in this afterlife, he is scared. ]

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You're speaking as if you wouldn't fully enjoy it.

[ His hands abandon her thighs, moving to that zipper to carefully pull it down. With the wider opening, he's able to slide the top portion of the dress over her shoulders, down her arms and chest, finally exposing her new breasts. He regards them with intrigue, cupping one as his eyes flick back up to hers. ]

Good. You've been many of my firsts, it's about time I was yours.

[ Her chest rises and falls with a sweetened sigh. It isn't as though that dress did much to cover her, but the air is still cold, and his hands delightfully warm. ]

I wouldn't have it any other way. [ She's already working at the clasps of his vest, which has her leaning in closer, into his grasp. ]

[ Interrupting her progress on his shirt, his slinks his free arm around her waist, pulling her down further. Her lips are taken in a kiss, hand still kneading at her breast. When he pauses for a breath, his fingers give a teasing pinch to her nipple, hoping to illicit a sound. ]

[ Grell certainly doesn’t fight it; not only does she take delight in his tendency to be bossy, the sensation of having the soft tissue manipulated by his hand is only heightened by the physical affection. She breathes a heavy sigh between their mouths - hitching with a gasp, and the faintest mewl, when he pinches the blushed flesh between his fingers. It’s as though a current has shot through her, leaving a deep pang of desire, different than she’s felt before! ]

[ Quite pleased with the sound she made, he pinches again, harder and with the slightest twist. ]

I want you to ride me. [ His voice is hushed but stern against her ear. ]

[ Now, she’s left grasping at the blankets as her cries drip from her tongue, honey sweet. ]

Im already desperate to feel you… To think, you have such an effect on me… [ Her knees shift, allowing her to grind against him. The stiffness and warmth of the leather is easy to feel under the layers of thin cotton and delicate mesh. It’s wonderful against her cock - but even nicer, as it presses between her lips. ]

[ In contrast, the leather dulls the friction's sensation for him, quite a bit. But this isn't about him. Grell finally has the body she's dreamed of, for the most part. He wants her to experience what she's longed for, discover all the new sensations she's desired. He's willing to let her use his body to do so; allowing her to direct him and take charge in an intimate moment he usually wields power over. ]

Show me what you've dreamt of all these years.

[ Following a steadying breath, she sits back over his hips, to take in the sight of him, and nods. ]

Finish taking off your vest for me.

[ And, likewise, she pulls her gathered dress up and over her head. It gets tossed off to the side without care.

While she waits for him to do as instructed, she takes hold of his hips to center her weight, and slowly rocks against him. It should do well to tease him, she thinks, but she didn’t expect the simple motion to feel so satisfying on her end. She can feel the blood flow increasing, moisture gathering— and she briefly tilts her head with a shaken sigh. ]

[ With a nod, William continues work on the clasps running down the front of his vest. He's glad to be rid of it, anyway. Once undone, he briefly leans upwards, pulling it free from behind him and tossing it to the floor. Now bare chested, he settles his hands on her hips, helping to keep the rocking motion of her body steady. His own hips even rise slightly to aid in the friction. ]

[ His masculine hands returning to her skin leave Grell exhaling a breathy moan - paired with the more aggressive friction he provides, of course. ]

That feels so good... [ Her teeth scrape over her bottom lip, with another little noise of pleasure to follow. ] But I want more.

Sit up, then.

[ He gives her ass a short slap to make sure she's paying attention. And if she complies, he'll use the space between them to undo his trousers and shift them down. They're a tight fit, though, so there's a bit of wiggling to get out of them! ]

[ That playful smack is a smart move, he knows her well - it's with a sharp gasp that she snaps back to attention, giggling as she swings up onto her knees. ]

Will we need to oil you up~? [ Leaving the pants low on his hips will just interfere with things, though, so she takes pity and assists in peeling them off of his legs. While she's at it, she tosses aside her panties, as well! ]

[ Her comment just gets a huff and shake of his head. They really are going to have to do something better about clothing. But that's hardly important now. Fully nude, William can better take in the sight of her new form. If William had any interest in breaking down his own sexuality, he'd probably be a very confused man right now. Thankfully, he's content to admit he's simply attracted to Grell, whatever form she may be in.

Nestled back into the pillows, he holds a hand out to her, intent on getting her back in his lap as soon as he can. Despite those tight pants, he's become fully hard rather quickly! ]

[ Having his hand held out to her like that raises some color in her cheeks! With a smile, she takes hold, interlacing their fingers as she makes herself comfortable. ]

My heart is fluttering, I'm so anxious. [ She mutters with heavy breath, her free hand taking hold of him to pump a few times - and then, she's holding his length flat against his abdomen, so that she may ride his shaft teasingly. It gets a moan out of her, all the same! ]

I don't know that I've ever seen you anxious.

[ It's all he gets out before he's taking his own steadying breath. She's warm and slick against him as she rocks her hips, and soon enough she's pulling a groan from him. ]

It's a good sort of anxious...

[ The head of his cock catches at her entrance, and her hand tightens in his. ]

Mn, I-- I have an idea of what to expect, but those women I knew... Well, I've never been with a virgin, you know?

Then, tell me if anything discomforts you.

[ With a slow rise of his hips, he slides himself in. The urge to take her how he always has, hard and fast with little restraint, claws at his senses, but he steadies himself with a squeeze of her hand. He'll allow her control after that point. How fast or deep she wants him, finding the angle or motion that feels the best. It's the most gentle he's ever been with her. ]

[ Well, right to it, then! Drawing a breath, slow yet sharp, she holds onto his hand as though it were a lifeline. It’s dreadfully tight, and so, discomfort simply comes with the territory - but that isn’t to say that she dislikes it. Quite the opposite. Shifting back just so, she ensures that he’s fully encased himself within her. It’s the most wonderful feeling, having him fill her; she’s crying out softly whilst rolling her hips, challenging her limits. ]

[ William watches her, keeping fairly steady as she rocks against him. The blissful look on her face brings a sense of calm over him. She's beautiful.

Wanting to touch her more, he holds her still for a moment, wrapping an arm around her so he may pull himself up to sitting without pulling free from her. And once she's comfortable again, he leans in, pressing his lips to the bare skin of her neck and suckling gently. ]

[ Grell welcomes the affection without question, arms wrapping over his shoulders. The attention of William’s lips brings a flutter to her voice, as she gasps his name. She’s begun to rock her hips, searching for what feels best for the both of them. After all, she wants to see him just as undone. ]

[ He hums against her skin. She's so tight and warm and wet around her, despite the slow movement of their bodies. It's such a contrast to their usual sexual encounters, that it adds a whole new layer to the moment. This isn't just a quick fuck on a lunch break, or at the end of a stressful work week. This is making love. ]

I love you, Grell.

[ He murmurs. The words come from him without so much as a thought. It's so unexpected that he even pauses himself, unsure if he'd said the phrase aloud. ]

[ Leaning back to properly meet his eyes, Grell’s own aren’t just filled with shock, but hope. ]

Do you really mean that? [ While she hasn’t stopped the rhythm between them entirely, it’s slow and purposeful, and she cups his face to take him in the most passionate kiss to date! Her breath is heavy and shaken, perhaps even close to tears! ]

[ Grell doesn't give William time to answer before she's taken him in a kiss. But his answer should be clear with how he reciprocates. Besides, she must know he wouldn't say such words if they weren't true.

His hands slide up the warm, smooth skin of her back, rubbing over her shoulders until he's found her breasts, once more. Massaging in slow circles, his talon like nails softly graze the sensitive flesh. ]

[ Yes, having known him for as long as she has, she knows him well. For example, he has zero interest in putting on airs, and he is a terrible liar, if not entirely incapable of it. Even so, he had become quite adept at denying himself of emotional attachments - and thus, her, as well. So, while she's known all along, her doubts regarding her worth to him also grew over the years. To finally hear him say it changes everything.

Grell's moans are muffled between their kisses, but once she feels his nails on her delicate skin, her lips part with a sharp and breath. Shifting her weight to her knees, she allows herself more range of motion, increasing the friction between their bodies. A hand trails along the back of his palm, her other threading its fingers into his hair as she steals yet another kiss. ]

[ She already knows he loves her fingers run through his hair, so the groan he gives should come at no surprise. But it also has him becoming a bit more forceful, as if nudging awake that dominant side. The hand at her breast continues its motion, but the other has slipped down between them. It explores down the length of her cock and kneads briefly at her sack before traveling further. She's felt the pleasure of his cock inside her, but now two fingers are teasing at her clit, giving her a brief preview of what he has in mind, next. ]

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