The Healer (Death/Muerte x Female!reader)

Chapter 13: Markings

(WARNING!!!! This chapter is going to be a rather adult chapter. I'm not sure if I want to call it a lemon as there is no actual intercourse but you be the judge. This book will have a true lemon in the future as well so be warned!)

It had been 5 days since you chose to stay in the village with Muerte. Whenever he had free time he chose to spend it with you. You had gotten very close to him, enjoying his company. You had asked him if it was okay if you restored the house so it was more liveable for the two of you and more than just the main room was accessible. He just smiled brightly and told you with a kiss on your cheek, "It's your home too, amor. Do what you'd like." So that same day you had started cleaning the main room. He helped you of course however you needed him to. You'd cleaned out the broken furniture so you and Muerte could replace it. After cleaning the walls and floors, the room is almost unrecognizable. You didn't notice that while you were scrubbing the walls, Muerte had fixed and cleaned things in the kitchen area for you. It meant so much to you to have a kitchen you'd be able to customize and call your own. You were so excited seeing the clean kitchen you had actually started to cry. He went to you and held you, concerned. "What's wrong-?" He is instantly cut off by your lips pressing to his. You pulled away from him, clapping and jumping up and down. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You almost yelled, so extremely happy. He smiled at you, grabbing your shoulders and holding you so you'd hopefully calm down.

After 2 weeks, the entire house both inside and out had been repaired. You'd make it look nice as well, decorating a bit here and there. You sat in the bedroom the two of you had just finished a day before, making a new table cloth for the redwood dining table and chairs that Muerte had surprised you with. You stopped sewing for a moment, looking around the lovely little space you were so thankful to call home. Your home. From the beautiful curtains that you'd made to the gorgeous wooden wardrobe that stood in the corner. Your bookshelf that only the spellbook sat currently, making you so excited to fill it with more books. It all just made you so happy it almost brought tears to your eyes. You set the half-made table cloth aside and go to your wardrobe, opening the doors to only see your sundress, cloak, Muerte's spare cloak you'd made and your travel bag. You couldn't wait to go see Maori and Corlis, visit the shops and get new fabrics and the likes. You picked up your travel bag and grabbed your cloak as well. Setting it down on the bed, you decide you're leaving tomorrow to go see Maori. Turning around and walking to the kitchen, you go to the tea cabinet that your booklet of recipes sits on. You grab it and start looking for a good recipe for a good travel snack. As you're flipping through the small pages, arms wrap around your waist and a head rests upon your own. You smile to yourself, turning another page. "Yes Muerte?" He snuggles his face into your hair, holding you close. "I just wanted to see what you're up to, mi amor. I got home and your bag and cloak are out, should I be worried?" You giggle at this before setting down the booklet and turning around to hug him. "No, Muerte. I'm just planning on making a trip to see Maori and Corlis. I'd also like to get some books and things for the casita." He pets your hair as he listens to you talk. "May I come with you?" Taken aback, you look up at him. "You want to walk with me? Don't you have things to do as well, y'know death?" He laughs at your words. "I'm allowed to have time to myself here and there. I can go wherever I want or need instantly, mi vida. It will be okay." You smile big, now even more excited. You cup his face and kiss him deeply. He gently grabs your hips, happily returning the kiss. He then lifts you up onto one of the counters, deepening the kiss and dragging his tongue over your lip. Moaning against his lips as he pushes your legs apart to be closer to you. You push your hands up his chest under his poncho, making him growl slightly. You instantly pull your hands away, unsure what that growl meant. He smirks against your lips as he smells the tinge of fear from you and starts kissing your jawline and down your neck. Whimpering from his touch, letting out a yelp of both surprise and pleasure as he wraps his jaws around your throat. This was all too familiar now. You moan as he bites down just enough for his teeth to indent your skin. Tightly gripping his shoulders when his hips suddenly jerk into yours. As you let out a cry, he runs his tongue up and down your neck. Drool now running down your chest and dampening your blouse, he grips the neckline and pulls, undoing all the buttons. He pulls his jaws away from your neck and starts grabbing at your breasts, watching your face as you make sweet sounds. His tail begins to wag as he pushes your blouse off your shoulders, showing more of your skin. Before you can try and cover yourself, he grabs both your wrists and pins them behind you. He begins to attack any exposed skin he can get to with an onslaught of biting and kisses, scratching at you with one paw as he holds your wrists with the other. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. He pulls away from your neck and looks at you, admiring his handiwork. "Eres tan hermosa, mi diosa." (You're so beautiful, my goddess.) He releases your wrists and starts rubbing your sides, squeezing them every now and then. You grab his shoulders, shaking in his hold. Seeing the state you're in, he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Looking at your sleeping form curled up to him, his heart couldn't help but melt. He held you close as his eyes scanned over every bare part of you. Your back was covered in shallow claw marks, hickeys and bites cover your neck and shoulders, even down your collar and your breasts. Not a single inch of you had not been thoroughly worshipped by him. It surprised him how flexible you are. He just couldn't stop himself from seeing how far you could bend or fold for him, which positions your gorgeous little frame could comfortably be forced into. At one point, he feared your nose would bleed from how dark your blush was. But even all fucked out, hot and bothered, you still looked so lovely and adorable to him. He felt so so very fortunate to fall in love with you all over again. He smiled to himself, thinking just how lucky he was for you to be his in not one, but two of your lives. He let out a sigh of content before planting a final kiss on your forehead, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep himself.