The Death of Love
One cold autumn evening there was a heavy knocking at the door which reverberated throughout the house.
Rising from my chair, the sound shook my entire body as the air became bitter cold in an instant.
The walk to the door seemed like an eternity as the sound became louder and more frequent with the walls and floor now visibly vibrating with each knock on the door.
The sound continued to reverberate throughout the house.
Before I could reach the door, it swung open and the coldest air I ever felt took hold of me.
Turning my skin blue in an instant.
Standing before me was the Grim Reaper holding her sickle behind her.
The hood on her tunic like garment revealed only a pair of beautiful full lips. It barely covered her breasts as it flowed down her firm torso to the floor.
Taking the sickle in her right hand, she tapped the floor with it and there was no sound to be heard. Though it still reverberated throughout the house.
Moving closer to see me better she said, "I have come to tell you that for you love is dead. I am here to collect it as it has left you."
As she spoke, I felt myself moving backwards to the chair.
Once I was sitting she dropped the sickle which made no sound when it hit the floor. Though there was the reverberation.
Straddling my thighs, her fingers quickly unbuckled my trousers and pulled down the zipper. Her hand reached in and released my semi erect penis from its confines.
Taking both hands she stroked my shaft and fondled my scrotum. When I was fully erect, her warm moist pussy took my entire length deep within her.
Placing a finger to my lips she whispered, "Stay perfectly still and do not talk."
I felt her hips rise up slowly then slam down hard. The tempo quickened and she leaned forward to kiss me as she moved faster on my cock.
Her kiss was sucking the breath out of me. Then I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as I exploded within the depths of her pussy.
When she was done, I was completely drained and could barely move. As she rose up, my penis made a popping sound as her pussy released its grip.
Kneeling before me she took the circumcised head in her mouth. Swirling her tongue over and around it several times passing over the slit. The warm tongue paused and I felt it slide in as deep as it could.
My hips pushed up and she gasped as my cock touched the back of her throat. My hands reached out and held her head still as I fucked her mouth. I came again, filling her mouth with my warm seed.
She managed to swallow it all and said, "There's one more to go, fuck my ass!"
Turning away from me she moved onto her hands and knees as I got behind her. Looking back at me, I was told to make one thrust into her ass. I did and her ass squeezed so hard on my cock I emptied everything I had left.
The Reaper pulled away, releasing me from her grip. As I sat there exhausted she looked at me and smiled.
As she was turning to leave I asked, "Can I ever get love back?"
She stopped, picked up the sickle and as she stood in the doorway with her back to me I felt the coldness leave and the sound no longer reverberated throughout the house. "One day it will come back and on that day I will return to give it to you."
With that she left as quickly as she came.
But for me love is dead for now.
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