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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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. ]

[ As could be expected, she only encourages his aggression by teasing her newly sharpened claws along his scalp. The additional stimulation that she receives, as a result, has her moaning in bliss - pleasure radiates through her body when his hands wrap around her cock, leaving an echo of satisfaction as he massages lower... Oh, but when he touches her clit, she breathlessly gasps! Tilting her hip forward, to lean into his grasp, she finds herself tightening around his cock, and it's quite possibly the most pleasure she's experienced in her life. Afterlife. Post-afterlife. Anyway, once she finds her voice again, she's crying out William's name and holding onto him as though he's the only thing anchoring her to this bed. ]

[ Despite how her loud, dramatic voice was an irritation for him at work, he'd always enjoyed hearing it in bed. He'd scold her for crying out his name, tell her the neighbors were going to file complaints, demand she keep quiet. But it was always so that moment she broke (or defied him) that he hoped for. Now is no different.

If that brief touch had her calling out, then he's certain he can draw more from her. His fingers press down firmer, moving in small circles around the area until he feels her body shudder and tighten. He's found the perfect spot. ]

[ Delivering her such relentless pleasure drives Grell's cries to become more frantic. Though she clings to him, her fingers curling inward to protect him from her claws, but that might be the only sense she has, at the moment. Head falling back, her hips jolt faintly as she nears climax. ]

William, I--... don't stop... [ She breathlessly half-whispers, just barely keeping herself together. ]

[ William complies, steadily rubbing while she rides him erratically. She's coming undone, and William takes it upon himself to keep their pace steady. His hips thrust upwards, making certain she gets his full length with each bounce. And if that weren't enough stimulation, he's moved his head from her grip to suckle at one of her nipples. ]

[ Ah, that certainly aids in teetering her over the edge. Pleasure erupts at the top of her scalp and washes down her body - not to mention how she's still wrapped tightly about him, walls spasming and intensely sensitive. It nearly leaves her bucking off of his lap, pleasured little sobs escaping her lips. She can feel her cum across both their bellies, hot and slick, just like the blood she's drawn from her palms... It's ecstasy. ]

[ William allows her to ride out the orgasm, his own movements slowing as he finally feels her body relax. His hands leave her body, hips stilling. He unclasps her arms from around his shoulders so he can lean heavily against the pillows and see her more clearly.

He's still hard within her, certainly, but something else causes his brow to crease as he takes her hands. ]

You went and cut yourself?

[ It's posed as a question, but sounds closer to a scolding. ]

[ Face flushed and lids heavy, everything is just a bit fuzzy at the moment. Really, she let William get away with just about anything right now, so she doesn’t protest when he pulls away. Well, she might be frowning a little, actually ]

Hm…?

[ Unfurling her hands, she looks at her palms, entirely unfazed. ]

Oh. I didn’t want to claw you to shreds, is all.

Honestly. We don't know how well we heal here.

[ His way of saying he appreciates it, but she's still an idiot. With a huff he reaches towards teh nightstand where a box of tissues sits. He'll attempt to blot up some of the blood before she goes staining sheets and all that.

Though, if her mind's focused enough, she may notice that those horns of his have grown rather large since they first plopped into bed together! ]

[ That gets a smile out of her, endeared but far more genuine than most would be accustomed to. Perhaps not William, though. ]

I’m fine.

[ Except, the tissue pressing into raw skin leaves her wincing! She gently pulls away the hand that he isn’t currently tending to, licking away the blood, as if it’s nothing unusual. She’s rather admiring the sight of him tending to her, though. ]

You know, you might look different, but when I take in the sight of you, my chest is filled with the same love that I felt before. [ Reaching out, her fingertips trace along one of those enlarged horns. She’s not sure if she’s just imagining it, so she doesn’t say anything about it— yet! ]

I should hope it wasn't all superfluous.

[ Having done what he can with one hand, he reaches for the second, frowning when he sees her liking at it. He tugs it away from her face. ]

Stop that. You are not actually a cat.

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