Those were supposed to be her last words sent via text. The intent was to inform her friend Brittany, that she was on her way. She was looking forward to that night, filled with drinking, dancing, and flirting. Her mind wandered, pondering what top she might wear to get the most free drinks that evening. What outfit would garner the most attention and attract the most gawking from the college boys. That text is what ultimately got her into this situation.
The gut wrenching sound of the brakes and deafening sound of the horn was the last thing she heard. Glass shattered and metal twisted as she was struck broadside by an 18 wheeler. The lights coming out of nowhere during her late night trek home. Confusion set in, as she always thought her life would ‘flash before her eyes’ but instead, everything stood absolutely still. The musical stylings of Bruno Mars cut in half, absolutely silent the instant the vehicle is struck. Glass and debris floated in mid air, as she looked around taking in the carnage.
That’s when she felt it. An icy grip encircling her wrist, the feeling of goosebumps ascending her arm. A firm tug lifting her, pulling her from the gruesome scene. She looked back to see her vehicle twisted and mangled. The driver side caved in around her body. Cuts and trickles of blood had already began to form on her twisted body. The arms of her body reached out for help that would never arrive in time. Looking forward there was only a man, dressed in a black robe that wisped and curled as he moved. He gently tugged, pulling her upwards. A feeling of serenity began to fill her body before she opened her eyes, looking into the striking blue of his.
A bright flash burned her eyes as a loud pop finally broke the silence.
She found herself sitting in a well oiled red leather chair. It was overstuffed and tufted with small cracks detailing the fabric. She was now dressed in her favorite sun-dress. Its creamy off-white brought to life with roses and colorful flowers spread across the print. Looking around, she observed mahogany bookshelves lining the walls filled to the ceiling with hundreds if not thousands of books. Displaying a wide array of hues, no two books appeared to have the same size, shape, or color.
Two heavy wooden doors sat at opposite ends of the room. Their darkly stained wood were a stark contrast to their protruding silver handles. Her feet rested upon a surgically clean set of marble tile. Small imperfections lining their surface, giving each tile its own story and character. A fireplace, crackling in the corner offered a comforting warmth as it cast rolling light across the room. A heavy cherry oak table sat opposite her, with nothing but a dull red book resting on top. Golden embossed letters line the spine reading “Singleton, Emma”.
Looking beyond her surrounding she finally gazed toward the man. His broad shoulders proudly displayed by his finely tailored suit. The symbol of a silver sickle pressed into his otherwise black cufflinks. His eyes were a shade of dark blue. The blue of sky, angry and turbulent before a storm rolls in. His hair a chocolate dark brown, was kept short and styled while a matching beard sat atop his strong jawline.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk Such a shame” he finally spoke, “All that beauty, all that sensuality gone to waste. A finely sculpted body now ruined by ‘texting and driving’? What a pity” He said, shaking his head at his recent acquisition. His tone and body language did nothing but display his disappointed in humans. He leaned back against the table, his eyes scanning her, looking for an understanding of her situation. After a few minutes of eerie silence, she finally spoke.
“ Where am I? Who are you? I…I…I saw myself, still in the car but now I’m here?”
He chuckled as she spoke, his laugh doing nothing but further the uneasy feeling growing inside of her stomach. “My apologies” he said “Perhaps I should have started with that. After all this time you would think I would have perfected the introductions.” “You, my dear, are in what your people like to call ‘purgatory’. Consider this the space between life, and… afterlife. “
“I… am what is known as a reaper. Others refer to me as ‘S’. Those placed under the letter are my flock, my burden, my charge. Your race tends to group myself and all of my ‘brethren’ under one name, Death, though I don’t find it fair that we are all thought to be one being. My job is to usher mortals from your realm, to this one. What happens after that is decided by the scales.” As he spoke, he pointed towards the door on his left. He began to stare deeply at its hardwood, his expression appearing to turn somber. Taking a moment, he gazed intensely almost as if probing past the barricade before returning to the task at hand.”
“As to seeing yourself in the car, what you saw was your body, your vessel as it were. I simply lifted your essence from your corporeal form. In layman’s terms, I removed your spirit leaving your body in that metal coffin. The two are quite easily separated, given the right tools.” He tapped his cufflinks and his eyes lit up. Appearing as if lightning had just crashed in them, for a second filling them with a inhuman brightness before adjusting back to their dark turbulent blue.”
“I promise you, no harm will come to you while in this plane.” He mentioned, trying to calm her visibly growing panic. “Please, have a drink. It will help calm your nerves.” He motioned to the table resting next to her chair, where a cup of tea now sat. “Cream and sugar, correct?” He smiled, confirming the tea to be to her liking. “How did you…” she began to ask before being cut off. “Oh it’s all in here.” He said as he raised the book to her view. “You’re whole life, detailed down to the letter Miss Singleton. Quite the interesting read you were. You caused your parents an awful amount of anxiety. Your college years included some exceptionally exhilarating adventures”
Emma began to blush and shift uncomfortably at the thought of someone able to read her every action. Avoiding his mischievous stare, she looked around and soon came to a realization. “Wait, so are all those books?” “Exactly!” he exclaimed “lives that have come and gone, small specs in the shifting sands of time. Their actions, thoughts, dreams, all deeply detailed in the pages contained within each record. The books you see here are but a handful of my ‘guests’. Think of these as my personal collection. I find it curious, most people tend to split between sin and saintly deeds. You on the other hand, favored some acts much more than others.”
Denial began to take a hold of the young woman, “No, this can’t be. I’m not supposed to die yet, I still have so much to do in my life.” He nodded his head, hearing the same plea that he has heard for countless centuries. Across hundreds of languages, though the excuses have always been the same. “I’m sure the world is so much worse off without your existence. “ he stated, patronizing the young woman. “I apologize, your record was placed on my desk this morning, a statement for acquisition given to those in my profession.” He spoke as he circled the table, his eyes flicking from record to record that lined the shelves.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, an epiphany interrupting his thoughts. “But perhaps, I could have ‘misplaced’ the requisition. It has been so long since I have had my fun. Lucifer hasn’t invited me to a party of sin in so long and oh how I miss them. Oh how I miss the denizens of debauchery that filled the invite only events. I was especially fond of the succubi, and their ‘talents’. Yes, that sounds like such fun. Let me offer you this.”
He extended his hand, as a piece of parchment began to coalesce floating above it. Words appeared on the paper as if it was being written up as he spoke. “If you are able to show me you deserve life, show me some techniques and talents you ‘learned’ during your time on earth, I will replenish your essence. I haven’t been satisfied in quite some time, and the urge has taken its toll. They say most young ones ‘experiment in college’. If that is true, then it appears you were trying for your masters in anatomy.”
“Yes, that is right” he stated as a devilish grin spread across his chiseled jaw. “I looked over your history and found for such a young woman, that you lived quite the ‘indulgent’ lifestyle. Lust appears to be a language you speak fluently. I can only hope that you live up to your reputation. From what I read, it appears most men considered you the ‘best they ever had’. I hate to inform you that will be quite a challenge for you to live up to. He continued his walk around the room Coming up behind Emma’s chair, he let his hand glide across the the conditioned red leather of the head rest. His hands lightly wisping past her brunette strands. “So tell me Miss Singleton, do we have a deal?” The parchment vanished from his hand and appeared in hers. It was rolled loosely with a red satiny ribbon tied around it. A red wax seal, binding the two ends of the parchment together, displayed an elegant, finely curved “S”.
Glancing down at the paper, then back up at the man she appeared to weigh her options. “What if I refuse? What would happen then?”
“Uggh, don’t start shying away from fun now. Very well, if you must know. If you refuse, I will take you through that door over there,” he raised his hand, gesturing towards the door he earlier studied with intense focus. “In there, you will be weighed and judged. Your life’s events, actions, and ‘activities’ will determine your future. The jury will discuss and determine your fate. Though with your history in mind, I find it very hard to believe that your future will be very bright.”
“No I think someone far darker will take an interest in you. Lucifer tends to have a deep adoration for women with your ‘proclivities’. It would not surprise me if he came for your personally after the judgement. No doubt, he would keep you by his side as his own personal pet. Of course he would not be the only one to partake in the forbidden fruit you offer, no your body will be forfeit. His lieutenants and legion will all have the same right to you as he himself.”
“Understand Emma.” His voice grew with a seriousness he had not revealed prior, “you will be stripped bare, of both clothes and will. You will no longer have the free will necessary to make decisions. ‘No’ will be utterly stricken from your vocabulary. The legion will work hard, taking pleasure in breaking you. Someone of your beauty will be placed on display. Mounted as a trophy for all willing participants to partake in as they please. Eventually you will succumb to the corruption and your body will transform. Your soul will become black with hatred, a product of your environment. It is then you will be become, a maiden of mischief, a lady of lust, one of Lucifer’s personal Succubi.”
The gravitas of the entire situation laid heavy in the air. Becoming a free use slave for the inhabitants of hell was never part of her plan, no matter how much she enjoyed sex. The tension between the two sat thick, like an early morning fog in fall. The sound of a book crashing onto the table behind them was the only thing to save her from drowning in the current situation. The two individuals snapped their attention to the desk, where a forest green book now rested.
Walking over to the table, S snatched the book up and read the spine. “Shawl, Robert. I apologize but it looks like your time has come.” He began to leaf through the pages, stopping on those of particular interest. “What is it with your kind and smoking?” he asked the still visibly shaken woman. “I will be right back my dear, duty calls.” He turned and began to walk through opposite door from the scales. Extending his hand and twisting, the door opened without interaction.
Suddenly before entering the doorway he stopped, chuckling to himself before turning to face Emma. “While I’m out, why not enjoy some light reading. Chapter 616 is particularly splendid.” He pointed to the red book, her book that rested on the table top. “I expect your answer upon my return.” Emma glanced at the table and then back, only to see the door shut. A loud click of the lock engaging acting as a punctuation mark to his exit.
Emma sat in silence for a few moments. Absorbing the man’s recent offer, as well as her current situation. She glanced from book, to book case, to door and back to the book. Slowly she rose on her unsteady feet, taking cautious steps over to the book resting on the polished cherry wood. She ran her fingers across the binding, stroking it and feeling the letters as a sudden chill rose up her spine. Curiosity finally got the better of her, as she snatched the book up, clutching it to her chest as she walked back to the silky soft red leather chair. Opening to the first page, she was surprised to find a Table Of Context.
Flipping through the book she found herself reading over her entire life. She continued to read what could only be described as a intimately and explicitly detailed diary. Illustrations and photographs lined the pages, accompanying the comprehensive details. Every man (and woman) that she ever enjoyed was meticulously described. Leafing through the pages, she couldn’t help but enjoy and reminisce over some of her finer moments in life. Continuing along, she found herself stopping at the next chapter. Her senses seem to come alive yet she couldn’t help but find the irony in his suggestion. The page read: “Chapter 616: The devil’s threeway”
She began to read the pages, as she did the events of that explicit evening came rushing back to her. She was reminded, it was a halloween party two years ago at the local frat. Her skirt barely covered her milky white curves. A tight top, white stockings, and hair in pigtails made many believe she was dressed as a naughty schoolgirl. She would smile and politely correct them. Stating that this evening, she came dressed as herself. That the rest of the year is when she is dressed up and tonight was when she was actually able to be herself.
Emma scanned across the pages, the pictures thoroughly illustrating how the remainder of the evening played out. How the two frat brothers approached her, spewing compliment after compliment as they vied for her attention. How they stumbled over their words as she twirled her hair and made sure to bounce and laugh in a fit over their inane jokes. She remembered how it took much too long for them to get the hint before they finally asked her if she would like to go upstairs.
Emma’s finger trailed along as she read, rapidly picking up speed as the events played out. Both in the book and as she recalled that evening. A tingling warmth began to spread out inside her body. Her breath began to quicken as she continued to pick up pace in the book. The conversation of the men rang out in her head, clear as day as they took turns ravaging her. Remembering how their hands left pleasurable stings against her, as they left marks on her otherwise unblemished skin. A cacophony of moans and words mixed together to orchestrate an exquisite symphony of sin.
Emma squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. The words and images inside her book ignited a fire inside her. She began shifting her legs back and forth, hoping the movement would ease her growing tension. Her body pleaded to be used and touched and enjoyed. She remembered how much she loved the attention and sensation of someone enjoying all she had to offer. Her blood began to boil as she noticed how excited she had become from ‘reliving’ that wonderful night. Her hand began to slide up her thigh, slowly reaching the hem of her sundress when she heard it. A click coming from the door S disappeared into.
S opened the door and casually strolled inside. “Honey, I’m home,” he said as that same devilish smile tilted his otherwise chiseled jaw line.
Emma tussled with the hem of her dress, continually working to straighten out the fabric. Clearly she had been lost in the moment and forgotten about the proposal until his return. Sniggering to himself at her clear discomfort, he motioned to her book. “I told you it was a good one. I especially enjoyed your interaction with ‘Tiffany’ was it? Oooh or Emily was another good one, you know you have excellent taste in women. Men on the other hand, well that is to be determined.”
He sauntered over and grabbed a glass of brown liquid from the table. It seemingly had appeared out of no-where. He took a small sip as he sat back, crossing his arms and rested casually on the table. “So my dear Emma, I apologize but your judgement will most likely be any minute now. Have you given my offer any thought? I promise to be much gentler than the legion would offer, although from my reading you seem to rather enjoy rough it seems.”
Thoughts of her history flooded her mind. The one-night stands. The men and women alike that had their way with her. The taste of sweat, and sex, and excitement mixing together to make a wonderful cocktail. Her pulse began to increase at the thought of a man, broad and muscular tugging her hair back as he enjoyed her. She had no idea what, but she just found something so alluring and enticing about sex. She couldn’t help herself. Still lost in thought, she stood up and began walking towards the scales. S’ smile quickly vanished, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Well, I was not expecting you to give up your life that easy. After all these years of doing this, somehow you beings always find a way to surprise me.” He pushed himself from his position on the desk and walked toward the door. A wave of his hand causing the locking mechanism to release, and the door to began to open. He grasped the door opening it fully. He sadly motioned with his hand to the next room. “Ladies first I’m afraid, and good luck down there.”
Emma glared into the dark abyss beyond the door frame. Her stomach tight with tension as she thought of what would happen in there. She looked toward the ruggedly handsome man, grabbed the door and stared deep into S’ eyes. The dark blue thundering amongst the otherwise calm features of his face. She leaned in and gave him a kiss. Her lips tickled by the fine layer of stubble resting upon his face. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward whispering into his ear, “Who said I was leaving?” before snatching the door from his hand, and slamming it closed.
His eyes ignited with a fierce passion as he grabbed her in an instant. Pinning her against the wall with a sudden force and urgency. She raised a leg and wrapped it around him, pulling him harder against her. She embraced him like a lover would embrace their partner on return from war. His hands traversed the maze of her long brown tendrils as their lips worked furiously to get acquainted with one another. Her arms wrapped around the back his neck, as she finally grasped an understanding of how powerful a being he actually was.
A carnal urge and desire overtook him. He pulled stray strands of hair to the side, and his teeth began to sink into her neck. He began to inch lower down her long neck before reaching up and tearing off an arm of her dress. The action leaving her skin now bare and exposed. He growled like an animal hungry for its meal as he continued to enjoy the sweet taste of her skin. His lips never seem to leave her as he continued to explore and appreciate each inch of exposed flesh.
The raw power behind his touch sent sparks through Emma’s bloodstream. Touching him, and feeling his hands explore her body gave her a sense of his unearthly strength. His body, while hidden under the suit, felt solid as if cut from stone. His hands gentle with her fair body but felt as if they could easily break the girl in two. She went weak as his hands clasped around her hips, before lifting her off her feet. She wrapped both legs him as they continued to be locked in a sensual embrace. Her fire burning brighter by the minute.
Her desire quickly took over what little rationality she had left. She leaned in and quickly took his bottom lip into her teeth, biting it gently. S let out a groan of desire, and began to catch on to the game Emma was playing. He reached back and pryd Emma’s legs from their grasp around his waist. Leaving his lips upon hers as he allowed a minute amount of space to form between their bodies. Then with a surprising quickness, he lifted her into his arms. Turning around, he carried her as a man carries a newlywed over to a bed that now sat in the leather chair’s former space.
Reaching the edge of the bed, he tossed her down. The feathery silk embrace of the comforter softening her landing. S extended his arms, wrapping his hands around her thighs and exhibited a fraction of his strength as he pulled her to his position. Standing before his claim, he began to unclasp his suit. Folding it neatly, he laid it down on the edge of the bed away from Emma. His eyes enveloped her, taking in her soft milky white skin as he slowly unbuttoned his charcoal grey shirt. The process seemed to take hours as Emma eyed him lustfully, begging to be taken.
Upon removal of his shirt, Emma’s eyes went wide at the specimen standing before her. His white skin and strong muscles, stood out heavily detailed as the nearby roaring fire cast dancing light across him. A copious amount of tattoos marked the otherwise flawless landscape. Symbols, perhaps centuries old consisting of what looked like biblical and satanic origin. Her eyes worked across his body, trying to engulf and capture every last detail of the man posed before her.
Smiling at her awe and wonderment, S lowered himself to a spot at the edge of the bed. His lips soon finding their way up her calf to her knee. Slowly he kissed his way up her inner thigh, his fingers lightly traced letters of an alphabet long forgotten on the other. He continued to work his way inch by inch up her pale skin as her breath began to quicken. Her blood, filled with fire as it raced through every inch of her body. Her body tingled with lust and desire as his lips left tender love as they continued on their path.
She arched her back, thrusting herself lower as her body begged for release. His hands wrapped around her legs, restraining her as he shot her a look that warned ‘be patient’. His hands released her thighs and began to pull back the hem of her sundress, lifting it higher and higher as the cool air kissed her previously covered skin. Anxiously shifting her weight, Emma reached down grabbing the fabric and tore it overhead. Leaving the young temptress in nothing but a pair of black lace underwear and a want for more.
His eyes sparked as he continued his slow journey up Emma’s thigh. His stubble gently tickled her skin as he continued. The closer he got, the more Emma spread her legs and bucked her hips for the contact she so desperately desired. His lips soft and tender, finally reached the only scrap of clothing Emma was wearing. S inched forward, his teeth raking across the fabric, snagging it. Emma, lost in the moment arched her hips up and rolled her head back. Holding her breath as she awaited his touch to finally free her from her lustful prison. But it did not come yet, as she felt him begin to go down the other thigh. He had not made the stop along his path that she so desperately craved.
Frustrated and eager, she decided she would take control. Reaching forward she grabbed a fistful of S’ chocolate brown hair and pulled him to the spot that pleaded for the most attention. His eyes sparkled, glad to see his recent acquisition was just as eager for his touch. He slid his hand up her side, slowly caressing her thigh until reaching the black lace band. His fingers somehow seemed to cut the bands, before tossing the garment to the floor. She could now feel his breath, inches away from her pussy. She was visibly dripping with anticipation as he eyed her, hungrily. Inching himself closer and closer until his lips finally made contact with her soft mound of flesh. Soon, the feeling of his tongue, soft and wet, played along every line of her beautifully crafted design.
His kisses became more passionate as lust began to overtake him. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and his fingertips dug into her flesh. His face, quickly was covered in her lust as he ravenously lapped at her. Emma reached up to squeeze and tease her lonely nipples, and began to moan as S expertly worked his tongue and mouth to please the young girl. He alternated speeds and pressures as if he had directions, plotting out her every need. Her breaths rapidly increased as S inched her closer and closer to a wave she couldn’t wait to behold.
His lips continued to kiss her, hungrily slurping at the wetness that seemed to flood the bed. She twisted and pressed her hips greedily against his face, causing him to only work harder. Happy to oblige, he continued his task at hand with a feverish vigor. Her legs pressed in on either side of his head, holding him in the perfect place as he slid his hands under her ass. Squeezing and lifting her up to his mouth, allowing him to further consume and enjoy her sweetness. Their tango of temptation only broken by the slight cracking sounds of the nearby roaring fire.
His finger is what gave her that push. That and his powerful aura that accompanied it as she felt him slide inside of her. Teasing his way inside of her without a warning or mention of the act prior. Her skin sparked and tingled as the first wave came crashing over her. Her body rocked and bucked, her hands turning white from gripping the silky comforter. S never let up on his end as Emma continued to enjoy the feeling of euphoria that took control. Her blood coursed through her veins as she slowly regained her breath. In the midst of her climax, they had retreated and waited for the throes of passion to pass. Now that the pleasure had passed though, they returned slowly regaining their sight.
Once Emma was able to breathe again comfortably, S rose from his position. He placed one knee on the bed between her legs and came up to kiss Emma. She tasted sweet on his lips. A mixture of honey and nectar greeted her taste buds as S placed a hand on Emma’s cheek as their lips tenderly entwine. She felt the soft touch of his skin contacting hers. While his shirt had come off before they began, the agitating feeling of cloth against her bare thighs was an unfair reminder that his slacks remained.
S laid down next to Emma, as he traced small circles along the soft skin above her navel. The fire crackling was the only sound to interrupt the absolute stillness. The feeling of his fingers tracing along her sensitive skin triggered the carnal instinct deep inside of her. Emma raised herself from the bed and quickly straddled the man. Her hands worked furiously to loosen the belt cinched around his waist. Her fingers fumbled at the loops like it was her first time. He chuckled at her nerves, pushing her hands away and undoing the clasps himself. He unbuttoned his slacks, then the slow zip of his fly sang like music to her ears. Unable to wait, she reached into the small opening of his slacks that was now exposed.
Reaching in she was happy to be greeted by a rigid arousal, one that she had missed so dearly. It stood rigid in her hand as she worked to remove the remainder of his slacks. A fervent attempt so that she could properly appreciate her new found friend. Her lips came to the tip, as she sweetly kissed and tasted her new toy. She swirled the tip of her tongue around the head as she had done hundreds of times before. She happily continued when she felt his hand, gripping her hair and pulling her closer to his throbbing cock. Looking up, she saw him staring down at the young beauty, eyes intensely staring into her soul. The look on his face helped her to enjoy her current act even further. She continued stroking him, taking him deeply into her mouth before coming back up for air. Feeling his body tremble and shake as she continued with one of her favorite past times on the man.
She smiled internally as she felt him begin to thrust his hips. Cupping his ass, and placing the other hand on his exposed hip, she began to guide him into her loving mouth. Controlling the speed and force at which he was happy to offer to the young woman. Looking up into his eyes she saw the same spark in them, lightning striking as he tensed and twisted at the oral appreciation he was being given. His moans began to increase both in strength and decibels. Sounds of confirmation that she was giving him exactly what he asked for. That her time spent sinning on earth might just allow her to get back to the same acts.
It didn’t take long before his hips bucked harder and harder. It was clear he was deeply enjoying the attention that Emma so willingly supplied. He had to utilize every ounce of control he had to remove himself from her hungry gentle lips. Instead he reached down, grabbing the girl like a down pillow, and tossing her onto the bed. He was pressed against her in a moment, as her feet rested on his chest. Grabbing his swollen member in hand, he began to slowly glide it up and down against her wetness. He teased her as he watched her expression and body language that couldn’t hide what she wanted. He smiled as her inner voice finally broke free from its cage as the words, “fuck me”, came pouring from her lips. As her breath caught in her chest, he gladly obliged.
Inching himself inside of her, he was welcomed by her breathy moans. Her soft body begged for him to let himself in. Seconds ticked by as he continued to offer more and more of himself to the young woman until he had no more to offer. He sat, deeply inside of the woman as a feeling of euphoria encompassed both of them, before slowly starting to grind against her flawless body She tensed and arched at the movement, at the sensation of him slowly gliding in and out of her willing body. Between gasps and shortened breaths, she calls out to the man “Mmm” she coos “harder”.
Without missing a beat he was happy to pick up speed. The sound of their skin making contact soon filled the otherwise still air. His grunts act as punctuation on his thrusts and movements. Sweat began to bead on her skin as she wiggled and raised her hips to meet the mans effort. His hands firmly grasped her thick luscious hips, using them as leverage to bring them even closer. Emma sat up and wrapped a hand around his neck. She pulled his face forward and kissed him deeply as he moaned, lost deep within her. Their eyes locked as she spoke words that would make most sailors blush. They continued their embrace, grinding and thrusting while, lost deep in one another’s eyes.
His hand reached up and found her neck, begin to show small bruises from his previous attention. His fingers found a comfortable spot among her soft skin as he squeezed, pulling her down to meet his consistent thrusts. Her passion, her want, her desire was the beginning of the end. Locked in their tender embrace, their eyes connected and her words helped to push the man, tossing over the edge. He clutched onto her, like a young koala to their mother. He continued to savagely thrust as she felt a warmth spread and fill her insides. As he rode his wave of ecstasy, his eyes never left hers. They lovingly remained locked in a passionate act of contortionism. His spasms began to shorten, before dissipating as they both collapsed on top of the silky cloud.
After laying down for a few moments embracing the sensation, the sound of a book falling breaks the serenity. S sat up and grunted at the task laid before him. Begrudgingly he began to dress as Emma rolled in the pillowy comfort of the bed. Throwing on his shirt and jacket, he rushed over the book, reading the spine before turning back to the still naked woman. “To be continued?” he asked smirking at the beautiful creature. “Of course”, she nodded fluttering her eyelashes as he walked toward the exit. S twisted his wrist and the door sprung open just as it had before. Glancing back at her one last time before disappearing out the door. The click of the lock once again stating his exit.
Emma laid back, collapsing onto the down pillows of the bed. The sound of the fire again the only thing interrupting the dead silence. Raising her hand up, she glances down at its contents. A pair of glossy black cufflinks, a silver sickle predominately displayed in the center. A mischievous smile played across her dimpled cheeks as she laid back, relaxing with her newly acquired trinkets. Exhausted yet content, she shut her eyes calling out to the sweet calm of sleep. As she drifted off, she couldn’t help but think to herself “I could get used to this”
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