Death Falls | Death & Aaliyah [ON AMAZON]

Chapter Five: Death Touches

It has been torture. Ever since our first night at the house, for the past few nights, my Aaliyah has grown shameless. I knew long ago she was a rather provocative young woman, but her actions were… a lot more than I would have expected. Or maybe she never truly notices what she has been doing.

But even as I try to make that excuse for her, I can easily feel the gullibility rise within me.

For the past two nights, my Aaliyah has masturbated, whispering my name amidst it and carried on as if I never entered. I always responded to my name being called by her. I didn’t believe it to be a bad thing, but when it came in breathy moans and nudity with a hand swallowed by heavy thighs, there was a completely different meaning to it. It became something erotic and tempting.

But I refuse to cave in on two accounts: consent and fear of failure. 

There was something else as well. With each sexual calling, there were other growths within my cloak that I could barely grasp understanding of.

And even with so many oddities, I always found myself watching my Aaliyah until she came undone.

But alas, tonight was different. She was invited out tonight. Her friend Khalia was throwing a Halloween-style party for her birthday.

Oddly, when my Aaliyah had received the invitation via phone call, she looked at me as if to ask me for permission. It took me a while to answer, but I nodded my head. And like a child, she smiled before telling her friend she would be there.

They were a very odd pair in terms of friendship. I never understood how they ever worked, but somehow, they did.

Tonight, my Aaliyah dressed as… well… me. Or at least, a variant of me. The only difference was the mask she wore. It was of a human skull. I find it adorable as she stands before the bedroom mirror in her cloak and mask with a plastic scythe in her hand.

The issue now is that even in the oversized black, it was disrespectfully short and somehow, her rear end was still outlined.

Again, I could feel the darkness inside me stir and morph into new tendrils.

My Aaliyah would become the death of Death. I wonder how humanity would manage without me and how would the universe balance itself if she ever truly became that.

“What do you think?” she asks as she spins to face me. With bone-straight hair, a hooded robe and only half her face covered by the human skull mask, my Aaliyah looked beautiful. Her lips were pitch black and slightly elongated at the corners, giving her lips a mischievous smile as she grinned up at me.

It slightly bothered me that she hadn’t slipped on a pair of panties though. It slightly made me wonder if there was a motive that I wasn’t aware of. But my Aaliyah was happy. That was all that mattered.
“You look beautiful, my love,” I answer, aware she understood nothing said by me.

Her smile only brightens as she nods her little head. “That sounded like approval to me. Are you ready?”
My head tilted at that. Was I to join her? I don’t believe that was a part of the conversation. I only said yes to her attending. I had nothing against parties, but I’ve never allowed myself to wander to any. Over the years of watching her, I’ve never even allowed myself to walk inside any of them. What this generation of humans called music was nothing but a ruckus to me. The era of music I enjoyed was long gone and yet to return. 

“Oh. I’m sorry. I want you to come with me. Will you?” she asks me with almost pleading eyes. How adorable she was.

I couldn’t bring myself to say no. I only grumble a relenting sigh. My love perked right up, and nothing brought me more happiness.

And with that, we were out of the house, and I was back in the rear of her pickup, staring intently at the starry skies, thinking of the happiness I have been brought by this human girl.

Aaliyah’s POV

I wasn’t sure what to expect from inviting Death to attend this party with me. I just didn’t want to be away from him. In a way, I was scared to be away from him. I didn’t want what happened last time to happen again. I don’t think I could bear it.

Me dressing as a form of him was totally coincidental. I’ve had this weird little costume for years, and since I forgot about Khalia’s birthday party, I simply pulled this old thing on. That’s the reason for how awfully short this was. I even had to cut a part from the neck to allow my breasts to breathe.

We were at the party now, and it finally dawned on me that this was my first time in an area of a lot of people since I had to deal with emotions like a normal person. Honestly, I didn’t like this.

“You’re finally here!” Khalia yells as soon as she sees me.

For the first time in my life, I feel myself force a smile through discomfort. “Yeah. I need shots.”

Khalia looked at me weirdly. I never smiled, so why was I compelled to fake one here when I didn’t need to?

“Yeah, sure. Come on!” my friend instructed as she grabbed my hand, Death following closely behind as I allowed myself to be pulled away.

When we got to the bar, Khalia notified the bartender that I was her best friend and that everything for me should be free. She needed to take care of something, so she left me by the bar as I sat on the stool with Death just behind me, comforting me with his cool presence.

After receiving my first shot of tequila, I asked the bartender to make me one love potion and a blowjob. It isn’t something to get me drunk, but I could feel something I could only describe as anxiousness. There were a lot of people on the dance floor and even here by the bar. I wished I had stayed home.

With the new feelings, I really thought that I would have been able to finally enjoy these events. Instead, I wanted to curl into a corner and wither away from the public.

“Death, do you think I’m stupid for coming here?” I ask softly as I sigh.

The butt of his scythe taps once to let me know he doesn’t agree with my negativity. I also feel him come closer behind me but not touching me. I really wish that he would. From he hugged me the one time he hasn’t touched me ever since.

It had felt like being held by a cloud, cold and infinitely soft. I want to feel that again.

My shots finally came, and I immediately down the love potion before covering the blowjob shot with my mouth and lifting it with my head to down it as well. Using my hand, I remove the now-empty glass from my lips and place it on the counter for the bartender to collect whenever he gets back to me.

I was silent for a while, and I intended to remain that way, but as the liquor settles in, I find myself uttering somewhat premature words. “You do know you can touch me, right?” I ask Death. I still felt him towering over me, simply looking at me like a delicate thing. 

I never expected a response, but the entity tapped his scythe twice. I hear myself speak again. “Do you not want to touch me?” I whisper, my heart rate slightly picked up in anticipation at that. He allowed the music to fill the gap in our conversation, and though I didn’t like that, I bit my lip as I leaned forward and purposely stuck my ass out to him.

The stool I sat on was tall and small in comparison to my ass. The way I sat on it had my bumper hanging off the edge. I leaned forward and rested my arms and chest against the countertop as I repeated my question. “Do you not desire to touch me, Death?”

I don’t know his thoughts about this, but I would like to think it was tempting. I was still anxious as I stay here like this, the short rob barely protecting my ass from the eyes of others if they so desired to look. Maybe this was pushing it, but the thought of him touching me right now fills me with comfort and anticipation.

Tap! Tap! The taps were firm and for some reason, my pussy moistened. His cold air nears me, caressing my skin in the sweetest way possible. It only turned me on more, distracting my mind from no longer wanting to be in this thick crowd and loud music. Somehow, it was all being drowned out.

“Will you touch me then?” I whisper in an unintended desperation, my toes already curling as I bite into my plump lip. “I want you to touch me, Death… Take my breath away, please.”

Though a part of me expected him to leave right now to avoid anything vulgar in such a public setting, I want him to disregard that so fucking much. I just need the contact from him to have that itch scratched. Even if there was no way he could sexually satisfy me, just having him touch me would be enough to make me happy. 

I want to be happy. I deserve to be, right?

Death’s POV

I could tell how much she wanted me to touch her. I can smell the sweet aroma between her thighs as well as sense the desperation she exudes. I yearn for her just as much if not more, but I was afraid that I might scare her away.

“Touch me,” I hear her whisper, her voice and breath the only two things I hear despite the explosive music.

Finally, I lean forward and grant us what we crave. Her breath came shaky as her body sunk into mine. Curving my body, I covered her, hoping the foreign feel of my tendrils wouldn’t deter her from me. Holding her with only the darkness that infinitely festers beneath my cloak, gave me nothing but her warmth. I couldn’t feel her as the tangible creature she was. It was as if I felt nothing but her presence against me.

So, with wanting more, wanting to feel her as more than presence and aura, I allow my newly formed tendrils to stretch and caress her through my cloak.

My Aaliyah moans and sighs in happiness.