Trail of Ashes

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***Author's Note***

This chapter is not like the others. 

It is written through the eyes of Death. 

It contains a sex scene. 

If you don't want to read this chapter due to the smut it contains then please skip it and move onto the epilogue.

Thanks for reading!

Mortem POV~

I stand in the shadows and watch her. My Henley. She is beautiful in comparison to the average mortal. I sense her nearness as my essence flows through her veins. She is my creation. I took a girl with a path full of darkness and gave her something more. I gave her part of myself. 

I have only taken one mortal before Henley. In the mid fourteen hundreds. Emeline. She stayed with me for eighty six years until she caught the eye of a young man. I knew he was evil. A minion of the devil himself. I tried to keep her. To protect her. Regardless, the evil pulled her away from me and I had to let her go. I could not keep her against her will. She died a few months later at the hands of the devil. I could not save her.

After that, I  decided not to attempt to take a woman as my own. I began a dangerous game of using women when I desired a moment or companionship. I would take them and leave within minutes of my release. Making sure to conceal my identity. However, I tired of that within a few decades and gave up on women mostly. Until I found Henley.

Henley is different. She allowed my essence to fill her. She had no life to hold onto. I knew the moment I laid my eyes upon the innocent beauty that she would be mine. I watched her with disdain as the darkness swirled around her. The demons hiding in the shadows waiting for her to fall. They fed off her sadness and fear in hopes of filling her with emptiness. They waited for her suicide to unfold. They craved it. Yet, I saved her.

I was not created with feelings and emotions like humans. I can only give feelings I cannot keep them. I cannot love.  What I have with Henley is a connection of sorts. I desire her in ways. I still have desires like a man. Men mate to have offspring or for enjoyment. Much like them, it is a need for me as well. I cannot have children. It is not part of my abilities. That I cannot give her. But I can give her so much more.

Once her father dies, she will be able to live a complete life with me. His time is coming very soon. I will prepare Henley for his death. He too is a minion of the man downstairs. He has been doing the devil's bidding since he was but a child. The evil radiates off him in waves. His eyes glow red but only angels, demons, myself and other souls can see them. The darkness has been within him for so long that it has eaten away his physical body. He will not survive much longer. His body is close to the end of it's life span.

Earlier, I swam in the ocean with Henley. I held her wet body and kissed her soft lips. Then, I brought us both to my home in Colorado. I did not desire to leave her again but souls were calling out to me. I had to transport them. My desire for her runs deep within my being. Soon she will be mine in every way. My hands clench at my sides as I think of her creamy skin. My desire to touch her is overwhelming.

I take my true form a few feet behind her. She is standing in the bedroom. I wait a few seconds for her to become aware of my presence. She turns and smiles up at me. I pull her into my body and wrap myself around her.  She is tiny in my arms. 

"Hi." Her voice is delicate and musical.

"Hello Henley." My eyes glint with desire.

I take her mouth in a deep kiss. My tongue pushing past her pink lips. I taste her sweetness. I demand more of her and she complies. My hands smooth down her back and reach her round bottom. I surprise her by sliding my hands up her dress. I squeeze her plump flesh and lift her up to meet my body. She let's out a squeak of shock into my open mouth but wraps her legs around my waist. Delicate hands slide into my hair and wrap themselves around the cords of my neck.

I walk us to the bed and lay her back down without breaking our lips. My body presses down on top of hers. I pull back and rest my weight on my knees. She looks at me with desire. I see excitement in her eyes. Very slowly I remove my shirt. I could make all of our clothing disappear with a wave of my hand but I want to take it slow.

Henley watches me with hooded eyes. She licks her lips and my body strains within my pants. I bring my mouth back onto hers. My hips grind in between her legs. I trail kisses down her neck. Her body arches to meet mine. She whimpers and moans. Her hands pulling me closer. Nails bite into the flesh on my back.

I break contact again and make her dress disappear. A beautiful naked body taunts me. Her breasts on full display. My lips meet her flesh again and I work my way down to her nipples. I take each into my mouth. Tasting. Licking. She squirms beneath me.

My mouth moves behind her ears and I whisper into the soft flesh of her neck.

"Is this what you desire Henley? Will you take me inside of you?" Her body arches.

"I have never...Yes Mortem but I don't know how..."

"Shhh. Henley let me show you. I will be gentle."

"Ok." 

Her voice comes out breathless. I make her eyes meet mine. I know she see the red flames in them. My passion is taking over. I keep eye contact while I trail my hand down her belly and into her panties. I cup her delicate place with my hand. I let my fingers slip into her wetness. She gasps and bucks her hips to meet my hand. I move and swirl. I push my fingers into her gently. I work her until she pants. I feel her tightening around me.

"Mortem...It's coming..."

I steal her words with a kiss. Our tongues battle.

"Let it go." I command into her her mouth. She cries out and calls my name. Her hands clench me closer. Her hips buck again. I keep moving my fingers while she rides out the orgasm. When she is done, I pull myself away and strip us of all remaining clothing. Her eyes widen at the sight of me standing naked. All of my flesh in full view. My body was created slightly larger in areas than average mortals. I give a half smile. Trying to comfort her fears.

I poise myself above her and keep my body weight off her with my hands pressed against the bed. I am barely restraining myself from pushing myself all the way into her in one swift movement. I gaze into her blue eyes and wait for her consent. Her breathing is rapid as she nods once to me. I close my eyes and focus on slowing down my movements. I told her I would be gentle even though that is not what my body wants. She gasps and whimpers as I push my way into her tightness. I meet her eyes again as she struggles with the pressure and the adjustment to my size. I take her mouth with my own. I enter her the rest of the way in one quick motion. I swallow her scream as I break the barrier inside her. I hold still but my body shakes with need. I let her get familiar with the fullness and then I start moving. Slowly I build up my speed.

I break our kiss and watch Henley wither and whimper beneath me. My tongue licks away her tears as I continue my pumping motions inside her. 

The closer my body gets to releasing the more of my essence begins to seep into her tightness. Then, my world meets hers. I watch her face change. Her sight becoming my own. She sees what I see. I feel what she feels. I feel her heart beating inside my chest. She sees into my world. She sees images of my past. My memories. Our desires meet and become an overwhelming sensation. The feeling is beautiful. I feel her love for me and I feel as though I am loving her. I pump faster and she whimpers and clenches down. She moans my name and we both crash at the same time. Our orgasms meeting one another and melding. 

Henley cries out in pain and pleasure. She says words that I have never heard her say. Slang words that dirty mortal men say. The words are filthy and a thrill runs through my body at the sound. I throb inside her one last time and release the last bit of essence into her warmth.

I roll us so she is laying on my chest and I hold her as she steadies her breathing and calms her clenching body. I run my hands over her soft flesh. Her sweat clings to me. Her face rests in the crook of my neck. Henley is mine completely now. I am Death and I have claimed a mortal.