Death Has Pink Hair

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

I opened my mouth and let out a loud moan as he filled me up, my eyes rolling back into my head. He stared down at me with an animalistic gaze, and I could tell, he wanted me. He wanted to watch me writhe under him, flustered red and sweating. He wanted to touch my smooth skin. He wanted our naked bodies against each other. It was obvious he craved every intimate moment with me.

He cupped my breasts in his hands and fondled my skin, desperate groans and pleasured mewls escaping my throat. He seemed to enjoy torturing me like this...I just wanted him to move his hips already--

I jolted awake. Where the hell are all these dreams coming from?! I looked next to me and saw Death lying on his side, his head propped up on his palm. He stared at me with a shadowy expression, as if he had done something horrible.

"Nightmare?" he asked.

"Y- w-well..." I blushed, ignoring the heat in between my legs,"K-Kind of...?"

He smirked,"Its okay, I put those dreams in your head."

"W-wha-? Why?!" I asked, raising my voice a little.

"Because," he rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head, a smug grin on his face,"I like watching your wiggle around making your little pleased noises, it makes me horny."

I gasped and got out of bed,"You are disgusting and rude!"

He laughed,"Relax, you're not the first girl I've done this to."

"There...there have been other women here?"

His grin disappeared, and was replaced with a grim expression,"...There was one."

I noticed a hint of sadness in his voice, and I sat back on the bed,"Who?"

He stayed silent for a while, then sighed,"Its no one important. Just go back to bed."

"I can't go back to bed now, I'm horny!" I huffed.

"Not my problem." he shrugged turning on his side.

"You're the one who put those wet dreams in my head!" I said, then sighed and placed a hand in his shoulder,"At least tell me who that woman was. Maybe it'll make me less horny."

He wad silent again, then he sat up and leaned over the side of the bed.

"....Her name was Elizabelle." he said.

She looked much like you; long brown hair, golden brown eyes, and freckles covering her cheeks. We met in the French Revolution, she was working as Queen Antoinette's personal maid, and I was preparing to take her soul. On the night of her death, I approached her, expecting her to freeze in fear like the other mortals. But she seemed perfectly unfazed by me. She was even fascinated by my skeleton form. We became infatuated with each other, and I let her live longer. Unfortunately, its a rule for immortals not to date mortals. And I didn't know the immortality curse at the time, so me and Elizabelle were in for a rough road from the start. God eliminated her on His own, and I was never the same again...

I stared at Death in sympathy. I touched his shoulder, and he turned to look at me.

"Until I met you..." he said blankly,"Claudia, you may be weird, you may be stubborn, but you've changed me in the few weeks you've been here."

"Wh-What do you...?"

He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I could smell his after shave again, taste his sorrow, passion, and grief all in one kiss. I didn't hesitate, I leaned in and kissed back. It ended as soon as it began, and Death pulled away from me, sighing deeply.

"Are you still horny?" he asked, his whole demeanor changing and a sly smirk sliding onto his face.

I shoved him away playfully, a smile on my face.