Story Notes:
Just a one-shot Halloween story that popped into my head.
Don't fear the Reaper
A Halloween Treat
Giggling voices were heard as I stepped out of my car from the building in front of me. A good friend of mine, a flareon by the name of Lucien, was hosting a formal Halloween party in his mansion. Naturally, I received my invitation about a week ago through the mail. My name is Robert, and I am an absol. I currently wore a collared shirt with a jacket and a tie, with just a simple mask as my costume. The party was formal, so this was actually quite common with the other guests: formal clothing with some sort of face or head covering, though a few people pulled off some really good looking vampires and witches, while still maintaining a higher sense of dress.
As I walked through the front door, a few of my acquaintances spotted me and motioned me over, Lucien included. I strode over to where they were all located at, which was of course, Lucien's bar. He never missed a chance to show off the newest addition to his lobby. I noticed that Lucien had dressed like a magician this year. He had on a white collared shirt with a magician's cape draped over it. He even had a top hat with a card stuck in it to complete the look! As I took a seat, he patted me heartily on the back with a big smile on his face.
"Robert! Robert, my man, so glad you could make it."
"Like I'd miss one of your events." I replied. "The free alcohol is too much to pass up!"
We both had a good laugh at that one, and continued to converse after we had given our requests to the bartender. We mostly swapped tales about happenings that had taken place while we were apart. He had plenty of ex-girlfriend horror stories and I would add one of my own every so often. As the night dragged on, Lucien introduced me to plenty of people that he knew, and even tried to hook me up with a girl or two, which I politely refused. I don't really like being paired up with someone I had just met. That is, until a bit later on. Lucien opened up the dance floor at about midnight, which everyone flooded to. I just decided to go back to the bar for some time to myself. That's when I saw her.
She was sitting alone on a barstool fiddling with an olive in an empty martini glass. She was an absol, just like me. She had white hair that came down to her shoulders, with bangs that covered half her face, and she wore a stunning black dress that showed off her prominent bust and hips. What mostly caught my attention, though, were her eyes. She had bright red eyes with a stare that seemed to pierce my very soul. I was so entranced by her features that I had already walked up to her without preparing any lines. Instead, I managed to mumble out a simple "Hey there, how's it going?" Smooth. But much to my surprise and delight, she responded: "Hey yourself, handsome." With my confidence higher than normal, I sat down next to her and asked if I could buy her a drink. Once again, she responded very positively in a voice that could sway angels. I couldn't believe my luck! She actually seemed genuinely interested in me! And she seemed very sweet, unlike the snobbish crowd I'm used to. So I ordered her another martini with a mixed drink for myself, and the two of us began to chat. I found out that her name was Gabriela, and that she lived by herself on an empty street somewhere in town. I told her a few things about myself as well, not getting too specific of course, and occasionally I'd crack a joke or two, often times getting her to giggle up a storm. She had the cutest little laugh! We talked and talked for what seemed like hours, our first drinks (now empty) just sat idly on the table.
Finally at some point in the night, she suddenly looked over my shoulder at somebody and smiled at me warmly. "Well it seems our host is coming over to whisk you off somewhere, so I guess I'll just be going." I quickly looked behind me to see Lucien striding over to where we were located at. When I turned back to protest against her leaving, she had vanished. Lucien finally sat in a vacant barstool, a wide grin on his face. "Lucien," I began, "You do realize that you are one of the biggest cockblocks I know, right?" He looked a bit confused, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. "What do you mean, man?" "Did you not see that sexy-ass absol I was just talking too?" "Umm, no..." "Well she saw you coming towards me and left." "Well, seems she left you a little something." It was my turn to be confused this time. He simply pointed at my shirt, causing me to look down at a small slip of paper in my breast pocket that hadn't been there before. I extracted the small note and unfolded it, revealing an address and directions from the mansion. A wide grin of pure happiness and partial disbelief crossed my face. My night wasn't even close to over, for the best was yet to come!
I bid Lucien farewell as I passed through his front door, out into the brisk night air. The moon was in full shine with the occasional cloud partially blocking its radiant glow. The perfect setting for a night like tonight. I fumbled with my keys as I walked up to my vehicle, finally retrieving them out of a stubborn pocket. I climbed into the cool exterior and immediately cranked up the heater after I started it up. I hadn't had that much alcohol at all during the party, so my skills behind the wheel where as good as ever. I carefully evaded the other cars in the parking lot, and within seconds I was back on the open road. I once again pulled out the piece of paper, and started following the directions on them. Did I mention that she had beautiful handwriting as well?
As I navigated through the empty streets, I pulled up at the location just before her house. As it turns out, she lived only a few blocks from where I was currently residing! Although something was a bit off... I was sitting at a dented stop sign that she indicated on the note, waiting to make a right. I passed this stop sign almost every day going to work and back and this street had not been here before. Or had it? Could I have just simply registered it as another random street to take no notice of? Whatever the case, I put the thought to the back of my head, and moved right along. Thoughts of sex usually do that to you. I drove along the deserted street, until a lone house came into view. I presumed it was Gabriela's. As my front tires hit the edge of her driveway, I took note of her house number: Zero. Didn't most neighborhoods start with the number one and go from there? Then again, this wasn't really a neighborhood. I simply shrugged my shoulders, got out of my car, and walked up to her front door, listening to the gravel crunch beneath my feet.
I moved to push the doorbell, but decided against it, not wanting to interrupt the night's peaceful silence with loud chimes. I opted instead, to lightly knock on her door, listening for her footsteps. I barely heard the faint sounds of her approaching the door before it opened, revealing her in an even more stunning see-through night gown. The only thing keeping her most private areas from my seeing eyes was a black silk bra and matching panties. Apparently my mouth was slightly agape due to my dumbstruck state, which she closed for me with a seductive smile on her face. "What are you standing out in the cold for? Come on inside, Robert." She lightly tugged on my tie, leading me through the front door and into her house. "Would you like anything to drink first, or shall we proceed straight to my room?" The rest of the night was going to be very eventful indeed.
Gabriela continued to lead me up her stairs by gently pulling on my tie. With each step, I got more and more exited as we walked closer and closer to her bedroom door. She let go of me and gently pushed her door open, a quiet creak emitting from the hinges. Her room contained a simple dresser, closet, computer desk, and a bookshelf with tons of literature neatly filed next to each other. The main focal point of her room was her bed, however. It was a large four-poster with semi-transparent black curtains concealing the insides. As I came to a stop in the middle of her quarters, she spontaneously started to kiss me. Not the childish pecking, mind you, but rather the extremely passionate sort. I responded with equal enthusiasm, mixing my tongue with hers. As we kissed, we slowly started to move toward her bed, where she promptly sat me down, a strand of saliva still bridged between our lips. She took to her knees, trailing her hands over my chest as she did so, and undid my zipper. I felt her warm hands caress my sensitive head before she removed my already erect penis from its clothy prison. She smiled up at me while giving a few tender strokes, and lowered her head to my lap. I felt her tongue before I saw it. She started to lick me up and down, slowly coating my flesh in a thin layer of saliva. She gave an erotic kiss to her new prize, just before passing it slowly through her lips. Needless to say, I was in heaven. Her mouth was so warm and tender, caressing every part of me as she moved up and down. I grasped the edge of the mattress firmly as I bent my head back in ecstasy. She must've known that I was very close, and started to focus on my most sensitive of parts. I tried to hold myself back, but she was doing way too good of a job on me. I moaned in pure pleasure as an orgasm shook my mind, my hot and sticky cum exploding into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, making sure to lick my rod clean after she had had her fill. After recovering from the wonderful haze that followed, I looked at her again with a new primal lust taking me. I wanted to return the favor, badly.
I quickly brought her onto the bed, taking off her nightgown at the same time. The only thing that protected her inner depths from my hungry mouth was her now soaking wet panties. She parted her legs for me and I went to work. I placed my face right next to her inner thighs, and took in the scent of her need. I started to lick through her panties, feeling the soaked silk against my mouth. I gently pulled her panties to the side, revealing her radiating mounds. I immediately sank my tongue into her as she moaned in pleasure. She tasted so nice! Her milky substance flowed abundantly from her sex, covering my face in her love juices. I started to finger her as I focused on her clit, much to her enjoyment. I started out with one finger, then two, sinking them slowly in and out of her. I poked my pinky against her tailhole, and sank that in as well. She jumped, surprised, at the sudden intrusion, but quickly came to love the anal attention. Before I knew it, her holes tightened around my fingers as she arched her back in a fierce orgasm. Juices flowed in abundance around my fingers, creating a nice stain on her sheets.
By this time, I was once again as hard as a diamond, my penis begging to enter her. We stripped the rest of our clothes off of each other, and she laid on her back, spreading her legs for me. Never had I been so infatuated with someone. I placed myself between her thighs, not yet penetrating her, and put my face right in front of hers. I held her head tenderly in my hands, and started to sensually lock lips with her again. I pressed the tip of my rod against her hot entrance, and slowly sank my shaft into her. She moaned contently into my mouth, feeling every single millimeter of my cock spreading her inner walls. Finally, I hilted her, fitting all of my proud eight inches into her tight vagina. Still kissing, I started to grind my hips against hers, only letting a small bit of my cock to pull out before reentering. She broke our kiss to throw her head back with a moan, eyes shut tight in deep pleasure. I started to let more and more of myself withdraw from her with each thrust, causing a nice slapping sound as our hips met again and again. Already, I felt her walls tighten as she entered another orgasm. I moaned with her this time, the sounds of our passion reverberating throughout the room. I continued at a steady pace, finding a good rhythm at which I wouldn't tire anytime soon. Her large breasts bounced before me in circular patterns, just begging for attention. I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples, and started sucking while lightly squeezing the other. Her eyes shut tight again from yet more delicious stimulation. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, and fought to hold it off. I shut my eyes and squeezed my stomach, holding out for a few more precious seconds. I felt my knot starting to grow, and I found that I couldn't contain myself any longer. I went to pull out, but she quickly wrapper her legs around me, holding me in place. I took her hint, and let myself tie her. I felt her pussy tightening up again, and I let myself orgasm with her. I quickly met my mouth with hers in a fierce passion, as I filled her with the most semen I have ever produced in my life. Wave after wave of my thick spunk escaped me into her depths. It even started to leak out of where we were tied, streaming from her lower lips and down her thighs. For the final time, we broke our kiss, smiling at each other as we ground our hips together again, milking what we could out of our orgasm.
After what seemed like hours, we ended up still tied to each other. We both knew that my knot wasn't going anywhere for a good long while, so she carefully turned herself around in my lap. I snuggled my chest against her soft back and wrapped an arm over her waist, gently laying my hand on her belly. We both laid down, resting our heads against one of her pillows. She sluggishly turned her head, and with exhaustion in her eyes, gave me a quick peck on the lips. I held her a bit more firmly against myself, and closed my eyes. With my cock still lodged within her, Gabriela and I fell asleep as one.
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I awoke with the sun shining in my face through a window. I got up, closed the blinds, and went laid back down on my bed... wait, MY bed??? My eyes snapped open to familiar surroundings as I frantically looked around. Why the hell was I back at home? Where was Gabriela? I looked out the window again to see my car parked in my driveway, untouched. I sat down on the edge of my bed, confused. Could last night have been but a dream? Could those strong feelings of passion and lust have been but mere fabrication? I hung my head in extreme disappointment. The love of my life was no more than that of a dream. My perfect woman was gone with the morning. I looked to my nightstand, tears dripping from my eyes, to find a slip of paper under a weight. Curious, I slowly picked it up, and unfolded the piece of parchment. My eyes widened in both shock and wonder as I gazed upon the signature, written in the same style as the note from last night. The writing, however, wasn't what had my attention, no, it was the name itself. It suddenly hit me that I never asked Gabriela her last name, for in neat hand writing, this was signed: G. Reaper~
I continued to stare at the signature, ignoring the rest of the note. I was in one hell of a daze! Could she really have been death? Nah, impossible, it was probably just a coincidence of some sort. But however did I end up back at my house? I don't remember getting in my car at all! I wiped some sweat off of my brow, and mustered up the courage to read the rest of the letter, though it was only composed of a single line: See you soon, lover boy.
Though it was short, I read it a few times over. A wide smile split my face in two. We would meet again! I stowed the note in one of my drawers for safe keeping, and went back to the window to welcome the glorious sunlight. As I opened the blinds, I noticed something out the corner of my eye. I looked down at my driveway, and there she stood, in the same black dress from the night before. I mouthed her name in amazement, and she gave me a simple wink before disappearing. My eyes glued to the spot where she vanished, confirming what I had thought was coincidence. I moved back a few steps, before sitting abruptly in my computer chair. I looked up to the ceiling with another grin on my face. I quickly picked up my phone and dialed Lucien. I waited for about three rings before he groggily picked up, a hangover clear in his voice.
"Hey, Lucien?"
"Morning, Robert, you get home safe?" He asked mid-yawn.
"Yes, yes I did thanks." I could've sworn I heard someone else besides Lucien snoozing on the phone. I laughed a bit before continuing. "Get yourself some company last night, Lucien?"
"Two in fact, but I'm pretty sure you're not calling to hear about my bedroom escapades. What's on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing," I replied, "I was just wondering if you were hosting anymore events anytime soon."
"Oh, umm, yeah, in fact, I'm doing something for Thanksgiving in a few weeks or so. Why? Last night not enough for you?"
"Oh, I assure you, last night was grander than ever. Next party going to be formal or anything?"
"On Thanksgiving? I'm thinking semi-formal, that suit you fine?"
"Yes, that'll do nicely. Well I'll let you get back to your 'guests' now."
"Eh, alright. See you around, Robert."
"Likewise, my friend."
I hung up the phone and relaxed myself in my chair. In but a few weeks, I'll be with Gabriela once more. In a few weeks, I'll be kissing Death herself. In but a few simple weeks, I'll once again be locked in the throws of passion with what used to be one of my greatest fears, but is now my most cherished entity. For the first time in my life, I felt truly special, for how many people can really say that they've had sex with death?Chapter End Notes:Well thanks for reading through! I hope you enjoyed reading about Robert's night o' fun. Feel free to rate and review, and thanks again for taking a gander at my work.
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Giggling voices were heard as I stepped out of my car from the building in front of me. A good friend of mine, a flareon by the name of Lucien, was hosting a formal Halloween party in his mansion. Naturally, I received my invitation about a week ago through the mail. My name is Robert, and I am an absol. I currently wore a collared shirt with a jacket and a tie, with just a simple mask as my costume. The party was formal, so this was actually quite common with the other guests: formal clothing with some sort of face or head covering, though a few people pulled off some really good looking vampires and witches, while still maintaining a higher sense of dress.
As I walked through the front door, a few of my acquaintances spotted me and motioned me over, Lucien included. I strode over to where they were all located at, which was of course, Lucien's bar. He never missed a chance to show off the newest addition to his lobby. I noticed that Lucien had dressed like a magician this year. He had on a white collared shirt with a magician's cape draped over it. He even had a top hat with a card stuck in it to complete the look! As I took a seat, he patted me heartily on the back with a big smile on his face.
"Robert! Robert, my man, so glad you could make it."
"Like I'd miss one of your events." I replied. "The free alcohol is too much to pass up!"
We both had a good laugh at that one, and continued to converse after we had given our requests to the bartender. We mostly swapped tales about happenings that had taken place while we were apart. He had plenty of ex-girlfriend horror stories and I would add one of my own every so often. As the night dragged on, Lucien introduced me to plenty of people that he knew, and even tried to hook me up with a girl or two, which I politely refused. I don't really like being paired up with someone I had just met. That is, until a bit later on. Lucien opened up the dance floor at about midnight, which everyone flooded to. I just decided to go back to the bar for some time to myself. That's when I saw her.
She was sitting alone on a barstool fiddling with an olive in an empty martini glass. She was an absol, just like me. She had white hair that came down to her shoulders, with bangs that covered half her face, and she wore a stunning black dress that showed off her prominent bust and hips. What mostly caught my attention, though, were her eyes. She had bright red eyes with a stare that seemed to pierce my very soul. I was so entranced by her features that I had already walked up to her without preparing any lines. Instead, I managed to mumble out a simple "Hey there, how's it going?" Smooth. But much to my surprise and delight, she responded: "Hey yourself, handsome." With my confidence higher than normal, I sat down next to her and asked if I could buy her a drink. Once again, she responded very positively in a voice that could sway angels. I couldn't believe my luck! She actually seemed genuinely interested in me! And she seemed very sweet, unlike the snobbish crowd I'm used to. So I ordered her another martini with a mixed drink for myself, and the two of us began to chat. I found out that her name was Gabriela, and that she lived by herself on an empty street somewhere in town. I told her a few things about myself as well, not getting too specific of course, and occasionally I'd crack a joke or two, often times getting her to giggle up a storm. She had the cutest little laugh! We talked and talked for what seemed like hours, our first drinks (now empty) just sat idly on the table.
Finally at some point in the night, she suddenly looked over my shoulder at somebody and smiled at me warmly. "Well it seems our host is coming over to whisk you off somewhere, so I guess I'll just be going." I quickly looked behind me to see Lucien striding over to where we were located at. When I turned back to protest against her leaving, she had vanished. Lucien finally sat in a vacant barstool, a wide grin on his face. "Lucien," I began, "You do realize that you are one of the biggest cockblocks I know, right?" He looked a bit confused, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. "What do you mean, man?" "Did you not see that sexy-ass absol I was just talking too?" "Umm, no..." "Well she saw you coming towards me and left." "Well, seems she left you a little something." It was my turn to be confused this time. He simply pointed at my shirt, causing me to look down at a small slip of paper in my breast pocket that hadn't been there before. I extracted the small note and unfolded it, revealing an address and directions from the mansion. A wide grin of pure happiness and partial disbelief crossed my face. My night wasn't even close to over, for the best was yet to come!
I bid Lucien farewell as I passed through his front door, out into the brisk night air. The moon was in full shine with the occasional cloud partially blocking its radiant glow. The perfect setting for a night like tonight. I fumbled with my keys as I walked up to my vehicle, finally retrieving them out of a stubborn pocket. I climbed into the cool exterior and immediately cranked up the heater after I started it up. I hadn't had that much alcohol at all during the party, so my skills behind the wheel where as good as ever. I carefully evaded the other cars in the parking lot, and within seconds I was back on the open road. I once again pulled out the piece of paper, and started following the directions on them. Did I mention that she had beautiful handwriting as well?
As I navigated through the empty streets, I pulled up at the location just before her house. As it turns out, she lived only a few blocks from where I was currently residing! Although something was a bit off... I was sitting at a dented stop sign that she indicated on the note, waiting to make a right. I passed this stop sign almost every day going to work and back and this street had not been here before. Or had it? Could I have just simply registered it as another random street to take no notice of? Whatever the case, I put the thought to the back of my head, and moved right along. Thoughts of sex usually do that to you. I drove along the deserted street, until a lone house came into view. I presumed it was Gabriela's. As my front tires hit the edge of her driveway, I took note of her house number: Zero. Didn't most neighborhoods start with the number one and go from there? Then again, this wasn't really a neighborhood. I simply shrugged my shoulders, got out of my car, and walked up to her front door, listening to the gravel crunch beneath my feet.
I moved to push the doorbell, but decided against it, not wanting to interrupt the night's peaceful silence with loud chimes. I opted instead, to lightly knock on her door, listening for her footsteps. I barely heard the faint sounds of her approaching the door before it opened, revealing her in an even more stunning see-through night gown. The only thing keeping her most private areas from my seeing eyes was a black silk bra and matching panties. Apparently my mouth was slightly agape due to my dumbstruck state, which she closed for me with a seductive smile on her face. "What are you standing out in the cold for? Come on inside, Robert." She lightly tugged on my tie, leading me through the front door and into her house. "Would you like anything to drink first, or shall we proceed straight to my room?" The rest of the night was going to be very eventful indeed.
Gabriela continued to lead me up her stairs by gently pulling on my tie. With each step, I got more and more exited as we walked closer and closer to her bedroom door. She let go of me and gently pushed her door open, a quiet creak emitting from the hinges. Her room contained a simple dresser, closet, computer desk, and a bookshelf with tons of literature neatly filed next to each other. The main focal point of her room was her bed, however. It was a large four-poster with semi-transparent black curtains concealing the insides. As I came to a stop in the middle of her quarters, she spontaneously started to kiss me. Not the childish pecking, mind you, but rather the extremely passionate sort. I responded with equal enthusiasm, mixing my tongue with hers. As we kissed, we slowly started to move toward her bed, where she promptly sat me down, a strand of saliva still bridged between our lips. She took to her knees, trailing her hands over my chest as she did so, and undid my zipper. I felt her warm hands caress my sensitive head before she removed my already erect penis from its clothy prison. She smiled up at me while giving a few tender strokes, and lowered her head to my lap. I felt her tongue before I saw it. She started to lick me up and down, slowly coating my flesh in a thin layer of saliva. She gave an erotic kiss to her new prize, just before passing it slowly through her lips. Needless to say, I was in heaven. Her mouth was so warm and tender, caressing every part of me as she moved up and down. I grasped the edge of the mattress firmly as I bent my head back in ecstasy. She must've known that I was very close, and started to focus on my most sensitive of parts. I tried to hold myself back, but she was doing way too good of a job on me. I moaned in pure pleasure as an orgasm shook my mind, my hot and sticky cum exploding into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, making sure to lick my rod clean after she had had her fill. After recovering from the wonderful haze that followed, I looked at her again with a new primal lust taking me. I wanted to return the favor, badly.
I quickly brought her onto the bed, taking off her nightgown at the same time. The only thing that protected her inner depths from my hungry mouth was her now soaking wet panties. She parted her legs for me and I went to work. I placed my face right next to her inner thighs, and took in the scent of her need. I started to lick through her panties, feeling the soaked silk against my mouth. I gently pulled her panties to the side, revealing her radiating mounds. I immediately sank my tongue into her as she moaned in pleasure. She tasted so nice! Her milky substance flowed abundantly from her sex, covering my face in her love juices. I started to finger her as I focused on her clit, much to her enjoyment. I started out with one finger, then two, sinking them slowly in and out of her. I poked my pinky against her tailhole, and sank that in as well. She jumped, surprised, at the sudden intrusion, but quickly came to love the anal attention. Before I knew it, her holes tightened around my fingers as she arched her back in a fierce orgasm. Juices flowed in abundance around my fingers, creating a nice stain on her sheets.
By this time, I was once again as hard as a diamond, my penis begging to enter her. We stripped the rest of our clothes off of each other, and she laid on her back, spreading her legs for me. Never had I been so infatuated with someone. I placed myself between her thighs, not yet penetrating her, and put my face right in front of hers. I held her head tenderly in my hands, and started to sensually lock lips with her again. I pressed the tip of my rod against her hot entrance, and slowly sank my shaft into her. She moaned contently into my mouth, feeling every single millimeter of my cock spreading her inner walls. Finally, I hilted her, fitting all of my proud eight inches into her tight vagina. Still kissing, I started to grind my hips against hers, only letting a small bit of my cock to pull out before reentering. She broke our kiss to throw her head back with a moan, eyes shut tight in deep pleasure. I started to let more and more of myself withdraw from her with each thrust, causing a nice slapping sound as our hips met again and again. Already, I felt her walls tighten as she entered another orgasm. I moaned with her this time, the sounds of our passion reverberating throughout the room. I continued at a steady pace, finding a good rhythm at which I wouldn't tire anytime soon. Her large breasts bounced before me in circular patterns, just begging for attention. I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples, and started sucking while lightly squeezing the other. Her eyes shut tight again from yet more delicious stimulation. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, and fought to hold it off. I shut my eyes and squeezed my stomach, holding out for a few more precious seconds. I felt my knot starting to grow, and I found that I couldn't contain myself any longer. I went to pull out, but she quickly wrapper her legs around me, holding me in place. I took her hint, and let myself tie her. I felt her pussy tightening up again, and I let myself orgasm with her. I quickly met my mouth with hers in a fierce passion, as I filled her with the most semen I have ever produced in my life. Wave after wave of my thick spunk escaped me into her depths. It even started to leak out of where we were tied, streaming from her lower lips and down her thighs. For the final time, we broke our kiss, smiling at each other as we ground our hips together again, milking what we could out of our orgasm.
After what seemed like hours, we ended up still tied to each other. We both knew that my knot wasn't going anywhere for a good long while, so she carefully turned herself around in my lap. I snuggled my chest against her soft back and wrapped an arm over her waist, gently laying my hand on her belly. We both laid down, resting our heads against one of her pillows. She sluggishly turned her head, and with exhaustion in her eyes, gave me a quick peck on the lips. I held her a bit more firmly against myself, and closed my eyes. With my cock still lodged within her, Gabriela and I fell asleep as one.
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I awoke with the sun shining in my face through a window. I got up, closed the blinds, and went laid back down on my bed... wait, MY bed??? My eyes snapped open to familiar surroundings as I frantically looked around. Why the hell was I back at home? Where was Gabriela? I looked out the window again to see my car parked in my driveway, untouched. I sat down on the edge of my bed, confused. Could last night have been but a dream? Could those strong feelings of passion and lust have been but mere fabrication? I hung my head in extreme disappointment. The love of my life was no more than that of a dream. My perfect woman was gone with the morning. I looked to my nightstand, tears dripping from my eyes, to find a slip of paper under a weight. Curious, I slowly picked it up, and unfolded the piece of parchment. My eyes widened in both shock and wonder as I gazed upon the signature, written in the same style as the note from last night. The writing, however, wasn't what had my attention, no, it was the name itself. It suddenly hit me that I never asked Gabriela her last name, for in neat hand writing, this was signed: G. Reaper~
I continued to stare at the signature, ignoring the rest of the note. I was in one hell of a daze! Could she really have been death? Nah, impossible, it was probably just a coincidence of some sort. But however did I end up back at my house? I don't remember getting in my car at all! I wiped some sweat off of my brow, and mustered up the courage to read the rest of the letter, though it was only composed of a single line: See you soon, lover boy.
Though it was short, I read it a few times over. A wide smile split my face in two. We would meet again! I stowed the note in one of my drawers for safe keeping, and went back to the window to welcome the glorious sunlight. As I opened the blinds, I noticed something out the corner of my eye. I looked down at my driveway, and there she stood, in the same black dress from the night before. I mouthed her name in amazement, and she gave me a simple wink before disappearing. My eyes glued to the spot where she vanished, confirming what I had thought was coincidence. I moved back a few steps, before sitting abruptly in my computer chair. I looked up to the ceiling with another grin on my face. I quickly picked up my phone and dialed Lucien. I waited for about three rings before he groggily picked up, a hangover clear in his voice.
"Hey, Lucien?"
"Morning, Robert, you get home safe?" He asked mid-yawn.
"Yes, yes I did thanks." I could've sworn I heard someone else besides Lucien snoozing on the phone. I laughed a bit before continuing. "Get yourself some company last night, Lucien?"
"Two in fact, but I'm pretty sure you're not calling to hear about my bedroom escapades. What's on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing," I replied, "I was just wondering if you were hosting anymore events anytime soon."
"Oh, umm, yeah, in fact, I'm doing something for Thanksgiving in a few weeks or so. Why? Last night not enough for you?"
"Oh, I assure you, last night was grander than ever. Next party going to be formal or anything?"
"On Thanksgiving? I'm thinking semi-formal, that suit you fine?"
"Yes, that'll do nicely. Well I'll let you get back to your 'guests' now."
"Eh, alright. See you around, Robert."
"Likewise, my friend."
I hung up the phone and relaxed myself in my chair. In but a few weeks, I'll be with Gabriela once more. In a few weeks, I'll be kissing Death herself. In but a few simple weeks, I'll once again be locked in the throws of passion with what used to be one of my greatest fears, but is now my most cherished entity. For the first time in my life, I felt truly special, for how many people can really say that they've had sex with death?Chapter End Notes:Well thanks for reading through! I hope you enjoyed reading about Robert's night o' fun. Feel free to rate and review, and thanks again for taking a gander at my work.
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