Fifteen Years Ago
“This conjurer had the craziest request before he died,” the dark blue-haired grim reaper stated as he sat on a comfy couch inside a room. His elbows perched on the headrest and his head did the same; his boots hit the top of the coffee table as he folded his legs; allowing himself to get lost on the quick but well-deserved break from a tiresome day. Yes, he was fresh from a special mission; fresh from guiding a particular soul into the Afterlife when he decided to visit the Rantzen Estate.
Swirls of pale blue, violet, and platinum white overtook his thoughts as he closed his eyes. These colors had left a mark on him and even more so, the owner—a child who had both unsettled and intrigued him.
“A conjurer?” a woman of rust-colored hair asked, stopping from knitting and tossing him a curious look through the flickering light of the fireplace near her. “I thought Ursula is the only conjurer in this country?”
“No, not here. California,” the grim reaper clarified.
“Oh?” the woman was taken aback. Despite the dark circles under her eyes and the weak posture she showed, her strong spirit was still evident. She was the current Mistress of the Rantzen Clan; a woman of both beauty and intelligence.
“That sounds promising but at the same time, sad,” she added. “Such a waste of talent and skills. So, what did this conjurer request before he died?”
“To have his daughter marry into this family,” he said with a straight face, still looking at the ceiling. It still bothered him to be wrapped up on a dead man’s nonsensical wish when he had so many things to attend to.
“Really?” The woman’s eyes lit up. “Huh, that is a crazy request. Why did he do that?”
The grim reaper tossed a dismissive hand into the air and answered, “Maybe he’s just an overprotective father.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet of him,” she replied, moved by the notion, “but you said he is a conjurer so maybe there’s a deeper reason behind his request?”
He paused and frowned, chewing on her words after realizing she had a point.
“I’ll look into this further,” he finally said after a minute of silence. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have killed that damn half-demon. He would have had all the answers I need.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” she replied without hesitation. She knew this grim reaper back when she married her late husband, the twelfth Rantzen Lord, Niklaus Rantzen. Having known already the unorthodox status of the family, she wasn’t at all surprised when she was introduced to the supernatural entity. In fact, she even asked for his help when a life and death situation came. Due to this, she was the only human woman apart from Lady Ursula who felt no fear in the midst of his presence.
The grim reaper pulled his legs back and decided to sit up straight and face her.
“How is he?” he immediately asked, now changing the subject.
They exchanged glances for a moment: his was inquiring while hers filled with warmth at the thought of her son.
“Henri is growing fast and growing wiser every day,” she stated, lowering her head to gaze at the glowing embers inside the hearth.
“And his powers?” the grim reaper added; his eyes devoid of any emotion.
“He has manifested them a number of times and controls it easily like he was born with it.”
“Hmf,” he let out a brief, proud laugh. “Obviously, that’s to be expected.”
He stood up, done now with their conversation, but then he paused and looked back at her.
“Your time is close,” he informed with no guilt or hesitation in his eyes. As a grim reaper of royal class, he could see clearly the haze of death circling her. It would be a year from now or even just months left before she succumbs to her illness.
“I know,” the woman simply answered. “I can feel it. My life has been rewarded with happiness and love. I have no regrets whatsoever with the choices I made for this family. I am ready.”
She looked up and smiled towards his way before asking, “You think I can meet my husband in the Afterlife?”
The grim reaper wasn’t one to do favors especially when it connects to his domain, but for this woman who made a pact with him, he surely could give an exemption.
“I’ll make sure you do,” he answered.
“Thank you—” the woman replied but he didn’t wait for her to address his name. He instead vanished without a heads up and reappeared at the nearest, tallest building he could find wherein the brightness of the moon accompanied him.
***
Present
Henri’s tight hold on Solene’s hand never changed as they strode across the hallway into his chamber—or technically, theirs now. The length of time between Lady Ursula’s chamber to his was suffering for him. He yearned to shower her with kisses already, press his body against hers, and make love to her the wildest, gentlest way he could. But of course, he couldn’t complain much. This waiting made the yearning even sweeter and made his desire for her flame even brighter.
He sensed deep anguish inside her earlier, but now, it had disappeared and it was replaced with the same amount of need for him.
When finally they arrived in front of their chamber, Henri pushed the door open with one hand, stepped inside, and pulled her in. He claimed her lips thereafter and Solene, well, she allowed herself to get lost in his kisses; allowed herself to accept his offer of consoling her in a way a husband does.
With her free hands, she cupped his jawline, brushed the thick locks of his hair, and palmed his chest to feel his heartbeat. It was beating wildly as hers and she was pleased to know it.
“Hen… ri, take me,” she stated in broken breaths. She hopped a little and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Henri effortlessly supported her weight as he lifted her up. Without delay, he crossed the living room, went straight to their sleeping quarters, and arranged her on the mattress.
“I will, Solene. I will take you and bring you to a world of pleasure.”
She bit her bottom lip. With how he said it and how he looked sexy and dark saying it, her heart leaped with excitement. She had longed for him since this morning, but since she was still grieving the death of Mrs. Ingrid, her husband thoughtfully gave her space.
Now that they were inside their chamber, she decided to put all her worries and heartaches aside and just focus on him alone.
Henri grabbed her wrists and placed them over her head. Using his free hand, he unbuttoned the top of her dress, carefully ensuring that each touch of his fingertips created a soothing electrical sensation on her skin.
“Henri…” Solene breathed out and closed her eyes as she felt the tingling current one by one. This was a first for her. They had made love countless times but this was the first time he used his powers on her for the purpose of pleasure.
“Shhh… save your voice, my wife, you’ll need it later,” he darkly commented.
She bit her bottom lip again and did as he told.
Henri was pleased with this. Eyes filled with desire, he continued his ministrations, fully unbuttoning her dress and shoving them to the side. Her red lacey brassiere and underwear came into view thereafter. With a triumphant smile, he advanced his hand underneath the garment, cupped her breast, and kneaded it in the most sensuous of fashion.
Solene arched her back, feeling so turned on with his work.
Henri stooped low and covered her nipple with his eager mouth.
“Ah…” she whimpered a little when his tongue encircled the tip with so much slowness and so much passion.
He followed it with a gentle suck and a quick nibble before replacing it with his thumb and forefinger.
“Solene, feel this,” he said before injecting a satisfying current around the dusky tip.
“Ahh!!!” she cried out in response. She tossed him a heavy-lidded look and exhaled deeply. “That feels… so good, Henri.”
He grinned in delight. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she answered; her face blushing a thousandfold. “Oh god, yes.”
Making love with her husband always felt like the first time. He made her feel like a woman and he made her feel very special. She wanted to do the same to him too, but that, she knew, was reserved for later.
Henri unhooked her brassiere and pulled it off of her. Her breasts, pink and well-rounded, now came to full view, ready for his mercy.
He released his other hand from securing her wrists and joined in with the current task of pleasuring her. Just hovering on his fingertips were the electrical current he harnessed from inside him. Gently, he squeezed her breasts, allowing this current to flow slowly to her skin.
“Hmmm…” Solene couldn’t hold back a moan. It felt so oddly good all over her body.
Henri’s right hand then wandered down and slipped inside her underwear. He found her crevice already wet and with this, they exchanged lustful glances.
“Solene, stay still,” he ordered then introduced the same ground-shaking current onto her clit.
“Ahhhhh!” she screamed of pleasure.
Despite being ordered to, she couldn’t stay still. Quickly, she grabbed his shoulders and clung to him as tightly as she could as if she was falling down a cliff.
“Easy now,” he stated, chuckling, “do you want more or—”
“More please, Henri,” she whispered in his ear while panting. “But above anything else, I want you inside me.”
Henri pulled her back and searched her gaze. He had been perfectly keeping himself in control, wanting to savor their first lovemaking in his chamber, but with this woman’s words, damn…
“Damn it, Solene, how you tempt me so,” he stated with a long sigh.
He withdrew a little and began to undress, starting with his black shirt and ending with the zipper of his black pants. Solene, seeing this, couldn’t stop herself. She reached for his pants and help him off of it.
His cock sprang free immediately, long and thick and throbbing.
Solene, driven suddenly with the need to please him, grabbed his cock, and started pumping with gusto.
“Arghh, fuck,” Henri complained, his facial muscles tensing.
She pushed him down the mattress and positioned her entire weight on top of him. With her mound so close to his erection, she couldn’t control her desire anymore. She decided to impale herself.
“Mmmh…” she whimpered at the feel of his length entering her.
Henri groaned too, squeezed his eyes shut feeling extremely happy to be inside her inner walls once again.
Under his guidance, Solene started rocking her hips. She did so in minutes, building up a rhythm until her movements became frantic.
Henri’s hands held her steady but soon enough, one hand slipped away from her waist and returned to her folds. His finger, charged with the current again, pressed upward onto her clit, making her jolt.
“Hen… ri,” she groaned, her face a picture of pure ecstasy. “Oh god, oh… yes…”
Her erotic voice was his clue to continue. He thrust his hips up and embedded his cock deeper inside her.
With this movement and the current around her clit, it built an even higher ladder towards orgasm. Soon enough, they both achieved it, fully drowned by that psychedelic, addictive feeling.
Solene bucked, grabbed his face, and kissed him with abandon.
Henri was happy to indulge her—letting her take control of their lovemaking but at the same time contributing to it too.
When their kiss stopped, Solene lay on top of him and made a pillow out of his chest. She could hear his heart beating so quickly, producing a hypnotizing dull sound that she actually loved.
Henri, on the other hand, embraced her as tightly as he could. She emitted a soothing warmth and it was delighting him. A slow smile appeared on his lips and just like that, words he didn’t expect to say yet spilled from his mouth.
“Solene, I love you.”