Undergrell

Blood and Sex

This is gonna be a short one, but I hope you enjoy it! Smut warning! Fem Grell. Sadist Undertaker. Blood warning as well, as shows in the photo.

~Fids

"Oh man, where is that grey-haired weirdo?! I'm going to be late for the party!" Grell fumed, looking around through her bright red glasses. She was wearing a corset and a deep red short skirt, showing off her long pale legs. It was a dress that The Undertaker wanted her to wear for the party at the Trancy Manor, oddly enough. There was a party go-er who was going to die tonight, and it's been told his soul couldn't be caught the last three times it got out. 

It's a rare case, but it was actually Grell herself who kept missing it. William was getting pretty angry with her about it, so he sent The Undertaker to watch over her and make sure she got it done this time. Someone dropped to the ground beside her and she jumped, looking at the mess of black and grey. She fumed, moving to smack him over the head but being stopped with a hand around her wrist. Long black nails adorned the hand, so she guessed he probably grabbed her before she could hit him. She internally cursed him out, and huffed. "You know how long I've been waiting here, old man?!" She yelled, freezing when he stood straight. He had his robes open, and had on dark leather pants. His scars stood out on his pale chest, and he grinned beneath his hair, pulling it back from his face and pinning it atop his head. He shot me his signature sexy grin and winked, putting his death scythe away. Grell's face flared, and she jumped into his arms. "Take me!~" 

He let out a small chuckle, holding her tighter. "Hold on tight, Kitten." He dropped her legs, spreading them pressing her roughly to the wall. She was shaken from her trance in his eyes when her bare legs met with the skin of his lower back. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Something hard was pressing between her legs, and it felt really god when it rubbed against her. She let out a gasp of breath and hiked herself further up his hips, rubbing against the hardness sitting between her legs. It grew harder, and The Undertaker growled lightly in her ear. She grinned.

He reached between them, freeing himself from his pants and pressing something hard, and hot against her. She shivered, her panties getting wet. A  blast of cold night air hit her between her legs and she gasped again, the burning hot rod pressing against her skin. It rubbed against her, making her moan. I sadistic grin stretched his face as it suddenly plunged into her body. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as hot, searing pain singed her nerves. Hot, dark blood dripped from between her legs and she dropped her head back, the pain setting her body on fire. Desire overcame her and she shivered as his fingers brushed inside of her. 

His hand slowly crept to his lips, dripping with blood. He smirked at her as she rocked her hips against him. She watched as he licked his fingers, blood dribbling down his chin. Her face heated, and she smacked his hand away, kissing him roughly. "Undie~" she whined, begging him to take her. His lips and tongue tasted metallic, the taste of blood. He leaned to her ear, whispering huskily, "You're already mine." She shuddered, and he grabbed her hips, pulling out and putting her on her feet. She looked confused, until she was turned and pushed against the wall again, and a hot rod plunged back into her. 

She screamed out in pain and pleasure as the blood made it slide in easier, his hands gripped her hips hard as he thrust slowly. She groaned and tilted her head back, looking at him over her shoulder. "Faster!" she demanded, pushing her hips back to take him in deeper. He smirked, watching the blood sully her dress as he thrust into her roughly. Her corset squeezed her chest and she panted, moving back as he thrust forward.

He suddenly changed his grip, bruising her hips and he dug his nails in and cut her skin, his thrusts getting harder. She screamed in ecstasy, throwing her head back and her red hair sticking to her sweaty face as her mouth hung open, moans and pants passing her lips. He changed his angle slightly, lifting her hips more to hit deeper. She gasped and cried out, her legs going weak and unable to support her weight. He held her up and continued to pound into her as she screamed and moaned for him. 

He licked his lips with a sly grin as he kept hitting her weak spot, her body tightening and squeezing him, pulling him in and trying to keep him there. He chuckled, leaning to whisper in her ear, "Your slutty body is pulling me in, are you that desperate for a good fuck?" She moaned, her body tightening and stopped him from moving as fluid gushed from inside of her, coating him and soaking the front of his pants. He thrust one last time, releasing his seed deeply into her womb. She moaned as hot liquid filled her, a shudder leaving her as her body went limp. He grinned and pulled out, putting himself away and throwing away her panties, "We're not done yet, Kitten." He jumped up, carrying her across rooftops to his shop. 

She had no idea that he had already reaped the soul hours ago.