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“And where exactly did you get that food?” She asked, stretching her legs after sitting on the lounge chair covered with comfortable shimmering cushions.
The witch looked at her with a mischievous eye, placing a new piece of chocolate on her tongue before biting into it fully. Listening to the noises she made, the chocolates were surely the best she had ever eaten, which made Thirteen crave them all the more as she languished on the sofa.
If the reaper didn't like the presence of many people, she accepted the idea of spending time in the witches' quarter — when humans and other living creatures stopped dying so quickly and she could have a few minutes of respite to indulge in laziness. And being responsible for people’s death, Thirteen needed distractions whenever she was not wandering around the world, looking for lost souls.
Witches were evil, mischievous, but above all, much less boring than other living creatures like demons. She was not going to say that she liked them— who could— but they were a bunch of distracting beings.
“You’d love to know.” The witch was chewing on the candy, licking the chocolate out of her glossy lips.
“I didn’t only ask out of curiosity sweetie, I really want to have some but you don’t look like you are going to share any with me” She sighed, lazily resting her head on her hand, removing the few strands of pink hair that fell in front of his face.
“Oh come on Thir’” She hated nicknames, “don’t take it like that but they really taste good and we sometimes can be a little greedy. I stole them from a small angel who was passing by the area earlier, the poor fellow did not notice anything. I can only imagine his face when he realizes that his precious little sweets are gone.”
At the mention of a small angel carrying sweets, her love for sweets started to tingle. This box of chocolate definitely belonged to Luke, the kid angel, and she’d be damned if she said she didn’t crave for his cooking. She straightened up and reached out to the witch, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. She wiggled her fingers, waiting for what she demanded.
“Though I’m pretty sure you’d be ready to share with me, be a dear.” The witch froze, knowing what a refusal towards the reaper could cost her. Thirteen wouldn't do anything to her — would she? — but the mere idea of offending the woman could make her swallow hard.
She executed herself and placed a piece of chocolate in her open hand.
“What is that?” Thirteen raised her eyebrow, looking at the strange candy before her eyes. This one was not like the other, the little ball of candy being of a greener color, almost glittering.
“It’s the last one I swear, but some of them tasted like strawberries so this one may be a minty one, don’t know.”
She bit into the candy without waiting, which melted instantly on her tongue. There was indeed a slight smell of mint, but the sensation was strange, as if her tongue was tingling. She chewed for a few seconds before she started coughing slightly.The coughing became stronger after a few more seconds, and her throat began to burn, as if the cool sensation of the mint was invading her trachea.
Oh, fuck it. If the witch had stolen those chocolates from Luke, there was no thirty-six way to explain what was happening to her.
“Did you… s-see a man w-with whi-te hair w.. with the k-kid.” Speaking became painful, her words cut by violent coughing.
“A man? Now that you say it, there was another angel and a man with white hair and a black cape.” She didn’t need to give more details about what she saw, Thirteen had everything she needed.
She tried to keep her composure, feeling her eyes burning due to the fresh and painful feeling in her mouth. She heard some petty laughter behind her, the witches not missing an opportunity to bring out their evil and mocking nature.
“Oh don’t tell me, you’re crying? Is our Thirteen not able to handle a little bit of spice?”
She was going to slaughter him.
By the time she reached her destination, the violent coughing due to the chocolate had worn off and all that remained on her cheeks was her smudged makeup as evidence of her tears. Though her anger was still very much burning.
Not wasting another moment, her rage making her stomach boil, she slammed the large wooden doors open in one flight. The doors crashed loudly against the stone walls of the laboratory with violence that made the person responsible for her anger startle.
“By all the saints can' t you be caref— Thirteen?” His throat tightened as he saw the woman with clenched fists in the doorway, losing interest in the book that fell to the floor. “May I know exactly what you are doing here?”
“Don’t play dumb with me Solomon, I let it slide last time because I was in a good mood, but I won't let this humiliation go by as if nothing had happened” She walked toward him, black aura floating around her, “Why are you even allowed in a kitchen anyway” She hissed between her teeth.
He sighed, “So you’re the one who stole Luke’s chocolate huh?” The sorcerer looked at her in more detail, noticing the red marks around her eyes and her makeup that had run down her cheeks, grabbing his chin like he was thinking— he always does that, he is so annoying— “I must have made a miscalculation in the recipe..”
Was this what he was worried about? The reaper was furious, right in front of him, and all he could think about was his damned recipes.
“Are you kidding me?” She shouted, venom on her tongue. Her clenched fist slammed into the table, which jumped up and down, the various objects that were on it flying into the air before crashing into the table again, or exploding onto the floor.
Solomon swore as he tried to catch a full beaker before it hit the ground, but the glass shattered before him. The product quickly spilled onto the tile floor, bluish smoke emanating from the mixture. “Fuck!” He coughed, trying to get out of the smoke.
He had been working for hours on this potion, which was supposed to be a somnifer for Lucifer— who needed it badly— but it was far from ready. And although mixing in the kitchen was not the wizard's forte, he knew how dangerous bad or unfinished magical mixtures could be. This one was lacking too many things, ingredients, time, and yet he had inhaled a large quantity of fumes.
That wasn’t good. He was already feeling his muscles getting weaker, and not in a nice reposing way.
“Thirteen damn I— Pass me the bottle behind you—” The reaper, who was watching the scene with a lot of mean interest, turned to see a small vial of pink product on a cabinet. Watching the sorcerer struggling, she grabbed it and looked at the vial slowly, as if examining the liquid.
“This one?” A smile drew on her lips, shaking the vial slightly, watching the drops crash against the glass bottle. “I don’t think so..”
“Thirteen don’t play dumb and give be the vial—” The seriousness of his voice was masked by the heavy hazed feeling filling his body, his muscle aching due to all the efforts that simply standing was asking him. But the potions won this match and his legs gave up on him, the sorcerer falling onto the floor, his back pressed against the cold wall.
She squatted next to him, looking at his face distorted by the sensation that must have been very unpleasant— good, very good. His face was already covered in a thin layer of sweat, his eyes closed.
“I don’t think you are in position to insult me or to give me orders your fucker.” She grabbed his chin, “But don’t worry, if you stop being a little bitch you’ll be alright, understood?”
He groaned, unable to answer. The room was spinning around him and he could hear her chuckles before his head hit the floor.
When Solomon woke up, he noticed three things. First, he was in his bedroom, laying on his bed. Secondly, that he was only wearing his shirt and his pants, the rest of his clothes probably lying somewhere else. And thirdly, that the effects on the potion were still strong and that he didn’t want the antidote anymore, he was craving it. Trying to move, he found himself unable to move his arms which were tied behind his back— at least he knew where his tie was.
“Wakey-Wakey!” The reaper’s voice was smooth, filled with mockery.
“You’re really crazy, you know that?” His mouth was pasty, his throat dry and sore.
Thirteen was sitting next to him on the bed, the mattress leaning slightly to her side, a mean smile glued to her face.
“How are you feeling, little sorcerer?” She pouted, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
He hissed at the pain, “Stop that and untie me you b—!” She harshly pulled on the locks, silencing him. “Simeon will be home soon anyway”
“Mh, no I don’t think so.”
He widened his eyes, the worst invading his imagination.
“Wha—”
“Don’t look at me like that I haven't done anything to the angels, they are at a party night with the demons. Plus…” She plunged his eyes into his, “I like the tiny angel, the only one I can’t stand here is you Solomon.”
“Likewise” He mumbled.
She let his hair go, sighing. She stood up and took the vial out of her pocket, which made Solomon jump, his first reflex telling him to grab it.
“I planned on going easy on you, humiliate you are little, but you had to play dumb with your big mouth again.” Grabbing his cheeks seemed to be a habit of her now, forcing his eyes onto her glowing ones, “You annoy me so much, you know that? No, don't answer, just shut your mouth. That was humiliating, to cry in front of those damned witches but you’ll be the one crying soon.”
Solomon was waiting for a slap, a hit, or whatever she had planned to hurt him but his eyes widened when he saw her removing her top. She slowly loosened the ribbons that held her top over her chest before removing the few layers of fabric that covered her chest. Considering the glance filled with incomprehension which the human threw to her, she took a malicious pleasure to pass her hand on her now bare breasts, taking her time before beginning to undress her lower part.
“What are you doing?” He whined, sitting slightly on the bed.
“Silence.”
Her tights joined the pile of clothes that was beginning to form on the floor. Now almost naked on top of him, astride his body, she passed her finger along the last piece of clothing that was left to her, the last rampart before her intimacy.
“My my Solomon… If only you could see your face, aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Looking at a woman with such eyes…” She cocked her head to the side, “Tell me, do you want the antidote?”
He nodded quickly, not a single word crossing his lips— For fear that his whining would be misinterpreted, even though few people could remain unaffected by the sight. Good, She was already annoyed enough by the man's presence, she didn't need to hear his pathetic noises on top of that.
Her last garment was quickly removed, leaving her now completely naked to the man's view. After thousands of years of existence, one would learn to leave shame and embarrassment behind. The vial of pink liquid was still on the bed. She opened it with her teeth, the cork of liege falling on the ground.
“If you want it that bad, you don’t mind me having a bit of fun with you right?”
Thirteen raised the vial and started to pour the pink product over her body. She hissed at the cold sensation, goose bumps covering her body. The liquid formed a small pool in the valley between her collarbones before flowing down her upper torso, passing between her naked breasts and then down her belly before finally reaching the folds of her thighs. Solomon followed the flow with need, watching the hope to erase to clear the effects of the potion pouring along the body of the woman with a despair which was clearly translated on his face.
He was whining, eyes opened wide. His body was shivering, and a low cry left his mouth when a few drops of the products touched the bed. It was such a waste. Thirteen couldn't contain a smile, not before such a view.
“You know, I really start to pity you, can’t even crawl to me huh? Seeing you like that is humiliating enough already don’t you think? I’ll help you this one” Seeing the tears in the corners of his eyes made her shiver from excitement.
“It’s up to you now sorcerer.” She traced the marks left by the product with the tip of her finger, admiring the shimmering liquid that colored her body. “You can take your antidote the way I want, or I could as well dress up and leave you in this state here and see how long the effects will last, would you like that?”
He shook his head.
“Good, lay down then.” She ordered.
Maybe it was a side effect of the potion, or maybe the wizard was really stupid, but he looked at her with a look of incomprehension, eyes obscured by a fuzzy haze. Sighing, she pressed her hand to his chest before slamming him into the bed.
“I said, lay down.”
She moved forward on her knees until her intimacy was above the magician's burning, red face. She could feel the warmth of his jerky breath, and the excitement was building even though nothing had really started yet.
A few drops of the antidote dripped down a little more, falling near the wizard's mouth and he licked his lips, hoping to catch as much product as he could. When the flow stopped, he let out a pathetic cry, looking at her drenched pussy, covered in what he craved for.
“So?” She teased.
He swore under his breath, before raising his head and taking the freedom to kiss her lower lips— not that she’d complain about the bold action, that’s what she was waiting for. She sighed in relief, letting him struggle to keep his head up, feeling his tongue giving kitten licks on her pussy, rocking her hips slowly.
The licks were slow and precise, sliding against the whole length of her core, not missing a spot. She could feel his tongue licking around her pussy, cleaning her from the antidote, then on her lips and between them, circling her clit to catch the few drops who were falling from here.
Thirteen was definitely enjoying the moment, to use him for her own pleasure, but after only a few minutes of feeling his tongue drinking the antidote on her core, she felt him put his head back his a pained hiss.
“Oh is my little sorcerer tired already? You’re lamentable, I really have to do everything by myself huh?”
Before he could reply, she pressed her hips on his face, muffling him with her intimacy. His noises were suppressed by her body, his voice sending vibration through her lower body. Thirteen bite her lower lip at the sensation she hadn’t felt in so long. If Solomon’s hands weren’t tied up behind his back, he’d press her hips on his face even harder, too caught up in the moment to care about the person who was really above him. He sucked hard on her clit, making her pant harder, a few high pitched moans escaping her mouth— if she was dead-toned she knew how to moan.
“Fuck no way…” She kept moaning above him, laughing at how eagerly he was licking her pussy, his head crushed between her thighs. “You’re enjoying that huh? Look at that, my pathetic human, enjoying being used like that.”
She put more pressure on her hips, forcing him to plunge his tongue in her entrance, which he did without resistance. Thirteen began to rock her hips against his face, letting his hair go to balance herself on the wall behind the bed, allowing her to move her hips more freely.
Solomon kept lapping at her entrance, kissing at her core aggressively, his tongue moving faster as the effects of the potion were working off, allowing him to move at a normal speed again. The noises his mouth was making were so loud, so lewd she almost was disappointed that the angel and his dog weren’t here. Or even the demons too, to hear how depraved the sorcerer was, how hungry he was to eat her out like that.
She looked down between legs, the eyes of the sorcerer hidden behind his bangs. As he kept licking and moaning against her, she moved his hair from his forehead to meet his eyes again. His eyebrows were frowned, a few tears at the corners of his eyes. Fuck, she hates him but she missed seeing him like this.
“Fu- fuck you know wh-at? You should give up on… ah.. being a sorcerer and b-become a— fuck! Become a hooker— It r-really suits you” He groans at the mockery, unable to defend his cause in this situation. But even though he wanted to refute this, he still accelerated his movements. Thirteen leaned her head back with a satisfied moan, feeling the sensation of heat growing between her legs and in her lower belly.
Her thighs and cheeks had taken on the same pink color as the liquid that covered her, her skin burning to the touch. She closed her eyes as she dug her nails into the wall, shaking her hips from side to side to meet the movement of the tongue that kept licking her.
“Ah— Ah— I’m… Fuck Sol— I…!” Her cries grew louder before coming to a complete stop, a silent scream locked in her throat as her whole body contracted violently, cumming on his face. He licked her lower lips a few more times, gaining some additional low groans, before she removed herself from his mouth.
She pulled back, sitting on the man's pelvis as he struggled to catch his breath. Thirteen could now admire the view through the tears of pleasure that lingered in her eyes. Solomon was watching her back, his eyelids almost closed, his face red and his mouth covered with a mixture of his wonderful job and the leftover potion that had dripped on him. His chest was heaving for a long time, finally able to swallow large gulps of air.
A masterpiece. A pathetic, lewd masterpiece.
“That was hot,” she passed her hand in her hair, murmuring what sounded like a praise to him, “You did very well.”
“Hurts…” He struggled to say, whining. She cocked her head, trying to find where he was hurt. “My arms hurt—” He had stopped struggling to undo the bonds, but was still fidgeting in a strange way, trying to take the pressure off his bound wrists behind his back as best he could.
He could consider the gesture as a reward for behaving well, or a mark of pity, but she helped him to move to one side to loosen the tie that would make his wrists ache. He immediately grabbed one of his wrists to massage the painful skin, reddened by the continuous movement against the fabric.
“You had your fun ?” He asked with a tired tone.
“Does that mean you want me to stop?” She was laying next to him, head on her hand, looking down on his body. He was laying on his back again, arms spread on each side of his body, his chest raising slowly to calm his breathing. She could see the fabric of his pants form a tent between his legs, the tight pants definitely applying an inconvenient pressure on his lower part.
“You’ll be the death of me…” He sighed, holding back a tired chuckle.
“That’s the plan.” The woman muttered as she opened the buttons of his shirt, and removed his belt with a sharp movement.
Solomon straightened up by feeling her open the button and the fly of his pants, supporting himself on his elbows.
“Do you plan on letting me move now?”
“No I like you better like that so shut up now will you”
He laughed, passing the hand in his bangs, “This really is my lucky day huh?”
The death glare she shot him was enough to make the man shut up for good. She already had the goodness to let him live and to take the lead in bed, he wasn’t going to waste such a moment. Living for so many years had its perks, but it was tiring and it felt so good to let others do the work sometimes. Even if it meant risking your life from time to time.
Ghosting her fingers over his hardening clothed cock, Thirteen felt it twitch under the pulp of her fingers. The gesture, the touch was so light but it was enough to make the man sigh.
“How long?” She asked.
“A while.” He murmured under a short breath.
It was clear at that moment that any animosity between the two was nothing more than a lewd need to satisfy their needs. It was always like this, it’d been like that for so many years and things didn't seem to change.
And, now being able to use his hands, Solomon took the opportunity to run his hands over the woman's thighs, gripping the discreet fat of her hips more tightly as she squeezed his cock a little tighter through the fabric of his underwear. Still waiting for her orgasm to fully settle down, the reaper let him touch and caress her as he wished. The moment was surprisingly calm, soothing, yet bathed in a certain heat and inimitability.
Knowing the woman, it wasn’t going to last but a sorcerer could dream right?
“A while huh?” She yanked the underwear back, allowing his dick to break free, the length hitting his stomach. Solomon hissed at the cold air caressing his skin, sensation that was quickly replaced by the hotness of Thirteen’s hand on him. “Should I stop because you’ll cum too fast? Should I worry you won’t last?” She mocked him, punctuating her words with movements of the wrist.
“Aren’t you the one afraid you can’t take it?” Oh he was playing too now.
Thirteen clicked her tongue, visibly annoyed but yet challenged by his annoying teasing tone. She let go of his dick for a moment, positioning her core on top of it, lowering her hips slightly so his tip would caress the folds of her lower lips. Both sighed at the feeling. The pleasure of previously having him at her mercy and his ability to use his tongue for anything other than to piss her off had made her pretty damp already.
But she didn’t lower herself anymore, simply rocking her hips on him, enjoying the decomposed, needy look on his face. What she seemed to have forgotten though is that his hands were now free, and she only became aware of it when she felt the man grab her wrists to pull her down. The raise of his hips was violent, a loud clash of skin resonating in the room when his pelvis met her ass.
A scream left her wide-opened mouth, the feeling of her pussy sharply enveloping his cock being too much too fast. Laughing at her reaction, he didn’t stop here and took advantage of the surprise, bouncing her on his hips, pounding into her at a quick rhythm. Thirteen was screaming above him, legs trembling at each thrust inside her. It was clear she was lost in the sensation, struggling to stay above him without falling due to the force he put in each thrust. But he was gripping her wrists so tightly that she couldn't escape even if she wanted to. And fuck, she didn't want to. And the lack of resistance did not go unnoticed to the man who released one of his wrists to grip her hip, allowing him to thrust more freely.
“Or— Or maybe you teased me like a— like a bitch because you wanted— that to— mmh, to happen?” He groaned, squeezing the flesh of her hips between his fingers. A sharper hip thrust made her yelp, a cry stuck in her throat. There could be two people playing this game. “Maybe that’s why you don’t like meeting other people huh? So you’ll come back to me every time to satisfy your greedy needs?”
She opened her teary eyes to throw him a murderous stare, clenching her jaw.
“Don’t— Don’t get ahead of yourself sorcerer… Fuck!”
Her hand that was now free came to press on the heavily tattooed chest of the man, her nails digging into the skin, leaving red marks on the pact seals that covered the entire body of the wizard. She used the new support as a way to meet his hip movements, definitely not ready to let him take full control over her. She bet none of those pacts could fuck him like that. None of them could be better than her, and she didn’t even have a pact with him. The thoughts of being superior to the dozen of concerned ones made her smile with pride.
They repeated this synchronised movement once, twice, again, and again before their eyes met. They looked at each other with eyes full of heat and desire to challenge the other, nothing in this look was genuine and loving.
It was always like this.
Solomon gave everything he could to keep a rhythm that could keep making her moan and scream, even though his hips started to jerk at an uneven path. As he didn’t want to stop or slow down yet not, he pulled on her wrist to switch position, throwing her on the mattress.
“Getting— getting bold?”
“Easier like that.” He allowed her a moment to collect herself before plunging in her core once again, regaining a steady path, slamming his hips on her ass. Her skin down here was already red and hot because of the continuous clash, and he swore at the thought of her feeling it for days. The vision of the reaper hissing at each step, of struggling to sit just made him craving for more. People would ask her if she’s hurt and she’d have to lie about it, but he’d know.
Lost in the pleasure, Solomon moaned and swore continuously in a language Thirteen couldn’t understand, so lost into the moment he couldn’t think straight. The woman grabbed his hair to pull him closer, their lips almost touching, their breath mixing.
“Speak a— language I can understand- If you— If you’re going to moan so pathetically I— fuck— I want to understand it-” She was so close that her breasts were pressed against his chest, feeling his quick heartbeat on her skin. “Tell me how— it feels” She groaned in his ear.
“Good-”
“Just good?”
“So, so fucking good, so I, it’s— God I”
The way he dug his fingers in the flesh of her thighs was speaking more truth than his words, and she only could feel more satisfied with how undone the man above her looked. He looked so close, his brows frowning and his jaw clenched, though she was not one to speak.
Like he felt signals screaming at him, he slid a hand between their bodies to press two of his fingers against her previously abused clit, circling quickly, making her squirm under the touch. The heat in her lower body kept raising, and she bucked her hips to accentuate the movement. He felt her orgasm coming before she could open her mouth, and he sank in her as far as possible, crushing his lips against hers to drink the moans that slid against her tongue as she climaxed. The vibrations on her lips, her insides tightening deliciously around his cock were enough to make him cum seconds after her.
He stayed buried inside her until her spasms stopped and he felt himself come down from his own orgasm, before pulling out and falling on her body. They both stayed silent for a few minutes, feeling the heat of the other’s body, before she started to struggle under him.
“Move”
He sighed and rolled to the side, laying on his back next to her, catching his breath. Staring at the ceiling, he expected her to leave the bed as quickly as possible to grab her clothes and leave the room, but she remained next to him, laying in the same position.
“So?”
“Shut up, can’t move yet” She hissed. Ah, so he was right.
He felt exhausted, his muscles already sore. But even with the animosity, he was not a monster and grabbed the blanket to throw it over her, gaining an annoyed mumble.
“Don’t kiss me after eating me out, you stupid brainless human, next time I swear I’ll kill you.” He could understand from under the blanket.
“I count on you.”