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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[ Ah, yes, she rather likes having him at a disadvantage. With his truly supernatural-level of self control, this is a rare event, indeed! However, rather than become PURELY predatorial, she finds herself... endeared? Rather than simply taking advantage of him, she also wants to care for him.

With a whimsical sigh, she leans in to kiss him. ]

Have I said that I love you enough? [ Humming with delight, she carefully runs her claws along those horns, shifting to sit back with the most devious grin. ] I have an idea.

[ Before giving him any opportunity to inquire, she turns around, taking hold of his cock while settling her extra curvaceous bottom and thighs against his horns. Of course, this means that he'll be getting quite the view! ]

[ This certainly is the first time Grell's pulled a needy whine from the stoic man. Her claws upon his horns were setting sparks through him, as they grazed over each ridge, but once she released them, the pleading sound came from him before he could even process it.

And he may never get the chance to! With his cock now in her grasp and her rear putting a good amount of warm pressure on his horns, the first thing she'll feel from his mouth is a shuddering breath against her pussy. ]

[ Ah, she's really loving this new dynamic. Interesting, really, with how much she loves his dominance, confidence, ruthlessness-- but now, she just wants to devour him. Convenient, as she can focus all of her attention on his cock. She extends her tongue to drag over its head, hold firm at its base, fingers kneading at his sack. ]

[ It's by some miracle that William's mind flickers back into focus, if only for long enough to note the position they're now in. Perhaps it was the subtle grazing of Grell's sharp teeth as she finally took him in her mouth. Briefly in control of his own actions, he hoists her rear up slightly, allowing him to speak in breathy segments. ]

...Honestly...Lucifer's mind...truly is cruel...if he's granting you...this power over me...

[ The move earns a curious look over her shoulder, whilst getting an airy chuckle out of her! ]

Darling, we’ve both been enslaved to this dirty little love of ours from the start.

[ Ok now that his horns are free from her touch, he regains some composure. At least he thinks as much before a rather desperate groan comes from him. ]

...I have never been wholly submisive to you...

[ Another whimper followed by a more familiar frustrated huff. ]

[ Her tongue darts between her lips. ]

You’re right about that. [ At that, her hands trail down his inner thighs. ] Is that what you want? Or is this good for you?

[ William clears his throat, attempting to make his voice sound commanding in between the needy groans. It kind of works. ]

...what I want is...for you to stop bleeding talking and...put my cock in your fucking mouth...

[ He punctuates his command with a slap to her ass that's not nearly as forceful as it would normally be. ]

[ Following a sharp breath, she rocks her ass into his hold, wiggling her hips just so, to be certain that his horns get a little extra attention by her thighs. With a chuckle, she leans in to take him into her mouth, at last. ]

[ Finally, he can feel the slickness of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth, the dangerous grazing of her pointed teeth. And with that added little wiggle, his eyes are rolling back, mind going a bit fuzzy again. But no, he needs to focus and regain a little hit of dignity here. So he wills himself to lift his head from the bed and extend his tongue to give her pussy an intrusive lick. ]

[ Grell groans around him, one hand firmly held at the base of his cock, as the other rubs along his thigh. She’s a bit slow to start, being mindful of her new teeth - why, it almost makes her a touch anxious, not knowing how their bodies might heal. That should be the thrill of it, but what if she hurts him? Shouldn’t that get her off? Or has love made her boring? No, no. Not boring. A hypocrite, certainly - but not boring.

Carefully, she sets a rhythm, rocking her hips just so, between each bob of her head. It’s easy to become lost in the repetition, but she must keep just enough attention to mind William’s safety. Especially if that tongue of his keeps at it. ]

[ The threat Grell's newly sharpened teeth may cause doesn't even occur to William. He's lost, overcome by intense sexual desire and pleasure he never would have believed was possible. And the taste of her on his tongue is only pushing him further.

Slowly, his arms wrap up around her hips, hands cupping her ass and spreading her open. Soon enough, each drag of his tongue is accompanied by a shallow groan. She's utterly intoxicating. ]

[ Getting the stoic William T. Spears this worked up makes her feel powerful, in a way that she isn’t accustomed to— desirable. The way he touches her, the sounds he makes, it all makes her hungry for more!

Ah, but when he stretches her wide, her moan rivals his - and to ensure that he doesn’t fall victim to those teeth of hers, she allows his cock to fall from her tongue. Briefly, her hand takes over, pumping along its length. ]

God, Will, that’s—… mn…

[ You know what? Talk can be saved for later, just this once. Instead, she will go back to devouring him in the way that she knows both of them want! ]

[ Had he even heard what she said just then? Most likely not. One of his horns has grazed along her inner thigh and taken his full attention. His mouth leaves her, needing to continues that friction. It's a nuzzle at first, but soon enough the full length of his horn is sliding along her skin, between her lips. Each ridge that bumps against her clit elicits needier and needier moans from him, until he's unsure he can take anymore. Whole body shaking, he cums into her mouth, enough to spill from her lips. ]

[ While William’s tongue felt euphoric, she isn’t left wanting for long. His wandering touch is earnest, intimate - and the smooth, ridged surface of his horn spreading her lips and hitting all the right areas - it’s left her moaning liberally about his cock, while her nails carefully draw along his thighs.

When he cums, she gives the slightest groan of surprise, but is quick to turn that around with a deep and lulling hum. Her hand gently massaging his cock at its base, she edges him on until he’s nothing left to give.

When she shifts to roll onto her hip, she’s chuckling, wiping the heel of her thumb across her lower lip. ]

You’ve made quite the mess. [ But the way that she rolls her tongue across her lips, she doesn’t appear to mind it one bit. ]

[ Forgive the lack of response as he waits for his breathing to steady and his mind to refocus on reality. As it does, his long, and decently messy horns slowly retract. His hair and feathers are quite mussed, that's for certain. ]

You did little to help prevent it.

[ A final deep breath and he pushes himself up to sitting and punctuates his statement with as much a frown as he's capable of right now. ]

[ Wearing that token grin of hers, she scoots closer. Her fingers dash through his hair, as her eyes follow his horns with intrigue. ]

Join me for a shower, then? I’ll wash your hair and make it up to you with a good cuddle, after♥

[ He watches her hand warily as it moves to touch his hair. But seeing as he's just gotten off, his horns are no longer sensitive. Good. Maybe he can regain some dominance in this relationship now!

Standing, he firmly grips her hand, hoisting her up off the mattress. ]

Get going, then.

[ A shove towards the bathroom and he's following after. ]

[ Grell just narrowly avoids stumbling right into the door. It’s fortunate that she’s become more steady on these new legs of hers - and catching hold of the handle certainly helped, too. ]

Will, that could have been my face, you know. I don’t have any of my cosmetics, so please— keep any bruising to the neck, down.

[ She seems to be annoyed when tossing her hair over her shoulder, but she sneaks in a wink before swinging the bathroom door open for the both of them. ]

Perhaps that new friend of yours could lend you some, if you're that worried over it. Angel Dust, or whatever absurd name he had. He seemed the sort.

[ He doesn't seem pleased talking about the guy, but William's not one to sound pleased over most things. At least the bathroom seems well equipped with a large enough shower for two. Perhaps he can wash off more than just this literal sticky mess he's gotten himself into. ]

[ Amusement shows on her features, but the latter comment earns an unapologetic snerk! ]

Is that jealousy I hear?

[ Adjusting the temperature of the water, she isn’t looking at him, but she can hope! ]

You should know by now, he isn’t my type. [ If William will allow it, she’ll reach back to take his hand while stepping into the shower. ]

I have nothing to be jealous of, in the way of intimacy.

[ He follow along, stepping in close enough that they're both beneath the water. ]

I don't doubt your faithfulness towards me.

[ Still, there's something there. ]

[ Turning to face him, her eyes follow the water as it trickles over his shoulders and down his torso. It’s something that she’s never been able to appreciate, visually, until now. It’s a small thing, really, but she appreciates it, all the same.

Humming, partly in question, but mostly tantalized by the superb display before her, Grell runs her palms along his shoulders and neck. ]

Good. But, if not that, what is it that bothers you?

[ William looks off to the side, as through he's trying to place it. ]

Perhaps, how quickly the two of you bonded, so to speak.

[ Her upturned brows knit just so, eyes sparkling. William really IS jealous! ]

Oh, my darling… We share the same brand of humor, but I wouldn’t call it a bond. [ Nuzzling at his cheek, she kisses the corner of his mouth! ] When we met, I didn’t know What I wanted. You certainly fixed that.

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