Reap What You Sew
By Carnal Queen.
The cold hand that was leading Samantha Hain towards the back of the club was thin and leathery. She had no idea how he’d done it, some sort of latex glove maybe? The partygoers had made a real effort with their outfits, as usual. She wasn’t working at ‘HYSTERIA’ tonight, but she’d come in anyway. She’d always had a real affinity with Halloween, and this was a night not to be missed.
A worrying thought flashed through her mind. The tall, statuesque Grim Reaper guy was heading straight for her office – was he a regular? She knew it was crazy to hook up with someone she didn’t know, but to hell with it. There’d been undeniable electricity between the two of them as their eyes had met across the top of Gollum’s head.
The music faded to a distant murmur as they pushed into her private workspace and closed the door. Sam didn’t hear him flick the light switch, but the space illuminated anyway, revealing her decadent peace of heaven.
Sumptuous teal and black damask wallpaper clung to every wall, and her antique desk sat dominating the far corner. She didn’t always fancy the 5-mile trip home after a long shift, so there was an ornate day bed along one wall, just before the door into her marble bathroom.
It was a stark contrast to the heavy metallic and industrial feel of the club floor, and that was the reason she loved it. It was hers, and it was unusual for her to allow anyone besides the cleaners to cross the threshold. Mr Reaper here was highly privileged.
“What should I call you?” The silence was deafening.
“Okaaaay. I’ll just stick with ‘Grim’ then” … If this was a regular of the club, it was likely better that she never knew who it actually was anyway.
He didn’t give her time to consider the situation further. In a flash, he’d leant his long sickle-type prop against the wall by the door, and was in front of her and pulling the cute little devil dress she’d bought from Walmart, up and over her head.
Sam looked down at his sombre looking robes, and realised that they’d parted slightly to allow his erection to escape from between the folds. SHIT, he was naked under that gear! Grim didn’t seem to appreciate her eyes on him. The fact that he lunged forward and lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around him, soon made that clear.
There was nothing hesitant or cautious about him, and within a heartbeat, his cock was slipping past her knickers and pushing at her entrance. His confidence and straight-to-it approach was a huge turn on, and Sam was more than ready for him. Already her pussy was swollen and leaking fluid.
Striding forward and pushing her back against the wall, Grim thrust forward with his hips and plunged as deeply into Sam’s body as her vagina would allow. She felt his head bash into her cervix, and the delicious mix of pleasure and pain made her squeal. She was impaled, whilst her body acquainted itself with the horse-like proportions of his dick. It felt divine, and as soon as she relaxed around him, he started pounding away, fucking her into the wall with exuberance. Her spine wasn’t as keen on the banging as her pussy was, but she didn’t care.
She was powerless to stop herself from hurtling rapidly towards orgasm. Grim targeted his thrusting with almost inhuman skills, pushing her closer to the edge. Her climax came too quickly, and within seconds she was trembling and screaming as she came with force around him.
She must’ve blanked out for a second, because before she knew what was happening, Grim had moved across the room to the desk, and had turned her around so her palms were grasping the edge of the polished wood. Her legs were either side of him, and he was holding her up like a womanly wheelbarrow, as if she weighed nothing. He was stronger than he looked. His cock was back buried deep into her pussy, and she could feel his balls slapping against her clit as he fucked her as if his life depended on it.
The clitoris banging and delicious G-Spot action she was getting was too much, and she felt the familiar heat of another impending orgasm envelope her. He was close too, and as he pounded unapologetically into her willing body, she felt his shaft throb and pulsate deep within her. His climax took over, and he began to fill her up.
That did it. She could feel almost every vein and ridge stimulating her inner walls as he came, and she hurtled over the edge and let her own orgasm consume her. Her vagina contracted hard around his dick, which seemed to prolong his pleasure and milk him further.
Fast, frenzied and fucking fantastic! This guy had some serious sex skills. Aware that she’d soon be leaking all over her plush carpet, she motioned for her release and stood on her feet. With a little satisfied chuckle, she threw her dress on and went into the bathroom to freshen up. Round two could wait a few minutes.
Gut-wrenching screams carried up from the club floor and made Sam’s blood run cold. She raced from the bathroom and through her office, barely registering that Grim was no longer waiting for her. She didn’t have time to worry about Mr Fab-Fuck; she needed to see what the hell was happening.
She hit the main area and began to push through the crowd. A circle was clearly starting to form, with horrified faces all turned in and facing the ground. Shoving the last few rubberneckers out of the way, she stumbled into the clearing.
Lying lifeless on the floor, in an ever-increasing pool of blood, was Frankenstein’s monster.
Blood spurts covered the quilted skin across the arms and torso, and Sam noticed that oddly, the red liquid was seeping into the stitching between the pieces and highlighting the macabre flesh panels. A laser from the stage swept the area and lit up the large cleaver that was standing proudly from the gaping wound in the monster’s chest.
Stood silently at the foot of the cadaver, with his trademark scythe in his right hand, was Grim.
As if he knew her eyes were on him, he slowly turned towards her. A small nod of recognition as their eyes met made Sam swallow hard. The air around him seemed to suddenly start vibrating, and the edges of his robes began to billow, as if caught in a whirlwind.
Glancing back at the corpse, she was stunned to see a black mist rising and being drawn towards Grim. The edges of him appeared to be fading fast, and with one last look in her direction, and what she could’ve sworn was a small smile, Grim and the mist vanished.
Police and medics appeared in a rush. The congregation seemed unfazed by what had just happened. But that was hardly surprising. She knew that Grim’s show had only been for her. The realisation of what had just happened hit her hard.
Sam had fucked with Death. And she hoped that one day they’d meet, and she’d get to do it all over again.