I never knew what passionate sex felt like. The first time I had sex was to obtain a legal document from a man who had a little obsession with virgins. He wanted to be "the one" to take that precious moment from any virgin he could get his dirty hands on.
Couldn't keep track of his record, but I knew it was over 100 females he'd done the same to. I hadn't valued my virginity as I should have. Only because the lifestyle I lived as a Reaper meant I wouldn't get the happy "first-time" experience. It was painful, but I'd helped destroy a man who stole other women's purity for his own selfish fetish.
After that, I never thought sex could be any more. I had no expectations because no one had ever lifted the bar to make me have any.
Until Xander.
When his hands ran down my shoulders, sliding my red dress down my body and letting it drop effortlessly onto the cool tiled floor, I felt the feeling of anticipation for what was to come. His black eyes shifted to luminous silver, the lust in them striking me right at the core and making me wet with one intense look.
Instead of telling me what to do, he let me take control. My hands got to remove his shorts and boxers, feeling his hard ass and heated skin.
His short strands of hair felt amazing to brush my fingers through, and those lips of his once again captivated mine and pulled me into another world in itself. I was able to forget about everything; the circumstances I was in, the worries and fears that lingered in my mind at every waking moment, and the realization that I wanted to be more than just a Reaper.
His touch brought out the woman inside me that wanted to be free. The individual who hid within her shell, but deeply wanted to spread her wings and fly.
Our bodies pressed together, the warmth of our naked selves bringing a sense of growing heat through me as we kissed.
Slow kisses filled with yearning turned to fierce ones filled with intensity. It wasn't long after that I laid beneath him, his eyes never leaving mine as we prepared for what was to come.
Lowering his head, he claimed my lips once more, the tip of his erect cock at my entrance. I was eager for him to slide into me, to feel his hardness pulse inside me while my hot, wet pussy clenched, but at the same time, I didn't feel rushed.
In fact, I loved the pace we were taking this, the way he let go of my lips, only to press them against my pale flesh and suck till it was sensitive and bruised.
His mouth left a trail of purple and red marks, some from the way his teeth would sink into my skin, but not deep enough to cause pain or damage. It brought waves of spiked pleasure and only helped build up the sexual tension between us.
I moaned when his mouth latched onto my breasts, teasing them with expertise while he continued to rub my clit with the head of his cock, gathering my wetness.
"Xander." My breathy response made him lift his gaze to meet mine; I knew they displayed my desperation for him to be inside me. For us to take this up a notch.
He didn't say a word, letting his cock do the talking as he slid inside me at a snail's pace. He didn't do it out of worry for me, but to enjoy every second of filling me whole.
I arched my back slightly, holding my tongue to stop the moan that wanted to escape me, but when I relaxed and lifted my gaze, I could see Xander's excitement, knowing exactly what his large cock was doing to me.
Reaching out, I ran my left hand through his black-white locks, and I pulled him down into a sizzling kiss that made him moan into my mouth and his cock twitch inside me.
"Xia." He moaned again, and I kissed him hard, loving the way my name rolled off his tongue. The deepness of his voice was such a turn on and left me wanting him to repeat it.
"Say my name again," I whispered against his lips.
"Xia...mhm." He said it again, and I kissed him hard.
"I like when you say my name like that."
"Then I won't stop," he whispered, and that's when he began to move his hips. The moans that escaped me almost sounded foreign, their volume and higher pitch were nothing like the fake ones I pulled off when I had to pretend to orgasm for the sake of a mission.
The way Xander fucked me was everything. Each thrust filled me deeply, making me moan over and over again like a musical melody.
"Xander...more." I moaned rather loudly, and the next moan that left my lips was smothered by a kiss. Our hips moved faster, and my hands went from his hair to his back, my fingernails digging into his flesh as I got closer to my climax.
"Faster. Don't stop!" I cried out.
"I won't stop until you beg me to, Xia." He lifted his hips slightly and sank even deeper within me, causing me to gasp.
"Fuck." I slurred the word, feeling myself so close to climaxing but desperately holding back. Xander chuckled followed by a deep kiss as he increased his pace, making sure to hit the perfect spot that would unravel me with a few deeper thrusts.
"Cum for me, Xia."
That was all it took. Those husky words threw me over the edge as I cried out. "XANDER!"
He paused his movement, allowing me to cum around his cock and catch my breath for a short period before I leaned up and gave him a harsh kiss. "Again." I panted, my wild eyes meeting his darkened ones that were completely silver and filled with heated desire.
Wrapping my arms around his neck as we began to move again, my goal was to hold off until he came. With that resolve, we continued our fast movements, my body sliding up and down his cock.
It wasn't long before we changed positions; his back pressed against the sheets as I began to ride him at a fast pace. I realized he had more control, but I knew how to make him cum, just like any man, and he was getting close.
"Xia, faster." He moaned as those hands of his fondled my breasts. I moved up and down his cock, making sure every movement reached the base of his cock. I was impressed I could fit him all, and it was driving me crazy not to cum. How badly I needed to cum.
"Xia, so close baby." His usual dominant tone was now breathy and shallow as he sighed and moaned frequently while catching his breath.
I bit my lip, tamping down on my moan as I fought desperately to hold back, my pussy fluttering around his length that was so big at this point, it almost hurt.
Three, four, five, my brain counted the strokes as a distraction to not become undone once again. I knew it wouldn't take much longer, Xander letting go of my breasts to grip my hips to stop me from lowering once more.
His fingertips dug into my sides while he lifted his hips and began to fuck me like his life depended on it. "Shit...XIA!"
He came hard, shot after shot of his cum pooling inside me and sending me into a shrilling orgasm that left me screaming his name. My body was rigid as I trembled, feeling our combined juices begin to slide out of me and down his length. He lowered me onto his cock once more, which only sent more aftershocks through me, and I fell forward onto his chest, needing to calm down as I panted rapidly.
"I need a moment," I begged, realizing how sensitive I was with just his touch as he slid his hands from my hips to wrap his arms around my waist.
"We have all night, Xia," he whispered, giving me a tender kiss on my cheek. I hadn't realized we were both drenched in sweat and we'd been going at this for thirty minutes. All night...that sounds far too exciting.
I lifted my head to see the contentment in his eyes. "I haven't cum like that in a long time," he admitted.
"Me either," I whispered, and kissed him with gentleness. His hand trailed down my back, the soothing circles making me smile against his lips.
"That tickles."
"Are you ticklish?"
"A little, I think. I haven't really tested it out, to be honest."
The look he gave wasn't out of pity, but a level of understanding I hadn't seen from a man before. A look that told me he knew precisely what I'd been through.
"Has anyone had sex with you purely because they wanted YOU?" he asked, stressing the word that represented the me under the title 'Reaper of Beauty.'
"You mean to have sex like we just had with Xia, the 25-year-old woman who always wondered what passionate sex could be like? Never...I mean, until now," I confessed.
He nodded and within seconds I was under him again, looking into his eyes with confusion. "Why?"
"I wanted you, Xia. What we just had right now, was because of you, Xia Su who let me in." He lifted one of his hands to reach out and trail my lips with his thumb.
"I want to know more. To...protect you in some way. I won't stop you from your life, and I'll never ask you to risk your life for me, but I'd want to still have the privilege to see you more often. To let whatever is thrumming between us grow and manifest itself. I don't care if you can't be exclusive, but...I think...I want to," he confessed, leaving me shocked by his words.
"Could be my being high on amazing sex." He winked, and a giggle escaped me, one that was pure and felt real to me.
"I like when you're high on sex," I purred, hooking my legs around his waist, and tightening them so he slid right back into me with ease. His eyes fluttered closed as he let out a strained groan, a small grin forming on his lips before he looked at me with a hungry gaze for more.
"You can go again?"
"I can go all night, Xander."
His pleased expression made me excited once again, and he lowered his body onto mine as he sucked my neck and began to move. My fingers gripped the sheets beneath me, and I let my eyes close and my body take control.
Our moans grew louder, and drops of sweat rolled down our naked bodies, glistening in the moonlight that shone through the windows.
I'd had long sex, but it wasn't like this. The momentum didn't go up and down, and I never orgasmed more than once. With Xander, each new session was like I'd gotten a boost of energy that helped me start again. Every position we tried was different and would lead me into another intense climax that filled me with pleasure.
I lost track of time, opening my weak eyes as I felt myself on the verge of yet another orgasm. My back was pressed against his chest, while I was on my knees that were spread out, giving him enough room to fuck me slowly but deeply.
His hands were teasing my breasts, pinching my nipples and massaging them while he left yet another love bite on my neck. We were soaked in sweat, and I didn't know how much longer I could last.
My mind felt blank, the only thought running through me was how amazing Xander was. I wondered if I could enjoy a life with him and still be able to use sex as a way to complete a mission.
I imagined if I'd be able to live a double life, one where I returned here and learned more about Xander and maybe even Dante while working as a Reaper on the side. In two days, I felt like my life had been flipped upside down and I yearned for something more. To live a new life where I had a choice.
"Xander! Xander! AH!" I cried out, cumming yet again. He kept moving, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me still as he pumped in-and-out. The accelerated thrusts made me whimper while my body locked up, another orgasm slamming through me.
“Xia!” Xander growled through clenched teeth, giving me a final thrust before he let out his load, my mind unable to keep count anymore. He held my full weight, pulling himself out and allowing our cum to leave me and drench his once perfect sheets.
“Xia?” he whispered into my ear, but I couldn’t respond, my mind completely blank and drifting in and out of consciousness.
I don’t know when I’d fallen asleep, but when I opened my eyes, I was in an oversized bathtub that was decorated with little candles that helped light the room. The water was still a comfortable hot temperature, and I knew I was in someone’s arms.
Lifting my head up, I noticed Xander’s calm expression. His eyes were closed, but I could tell by the tiny flutter of movement of his closed eyelids that he was awake.
As if sensing my gaze, he opened his eyes that displayed his own exhaustion, but when he looked down and met my intrigued red orbs, he smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I grinned and without hesitation leaned up to kiss him. He met me halfway, sensing my desire to taste him, or maybe he wanted to do the same to me.
“Sorry. I fell asleep.”
“After the best two hours of sex I could ever ask for. I give you props,” he replied with a satisfied grin.
“It was really nice,” I admitted, relaxing back against him and allowing my head to rest on his chest. The serene silence that followed made me think about what I wanted. How I’d execute my plan to live a double life.
“What are you thinking about Xia?”
I didn’t know if I wanted to answer truthfully, but I didn’t want to lie in this side of my life. This half of a new side of me where I could be truthful and not receive punishment for it.
“As a Reaper of Beauty, it’s our primary goal to complete 1000 lies. From the moment you start, that should be your ultimate outcome. When you achieve 1000, you become an Elite. I’ve only known one who had, and she’d ended up loving a man who asked our Master to have her. It was a scheme in the end…one the woman in question never knew about. Now that she’s dead, maybe she found out the truth that he was using her, and she’d given her life in the process. He’d been killed too, which was the one good thing about the story, but I’d looked up to that woman.”
I opened my eyes slightly, looking at the candlelit ceiling as I continued. “Yesterday, Master said I’d be a Reaper still, but I’d get the privilege to work outside of those walls. I didn’t need to live there like everyone else. I was…free…to go wherever I wanted, as long as I continued to be a Reaper when he needed me. This is the first time it has ever happened, and I don’t know if I should rejoice, or fear that the moment I return in the morning, he’ll kill me.”
Xander was quiet, but I kept on going. “I’m not a normal Reaper like the others, Xander. I was born into that world. There was a Reaper…who got pregnant by my Master and birthed me into a world filled with lies and deceit. A world where you have no say and must avoid the truth when tested to live another day. I’ve seen things no child should and done things no human, magic user or not, should commit. To be given the chance to live a double life scares me more than me being a Reaper.”
“Because you think one wrong move on either side could end it all?” Xander asked.
I nodded. “Piss off my Master, death. Fuck a mission up, death. Miss a call, death. I feel like I’ve just created more paths, but none of them lead to the freedom I desire. They’re dead ends, and the only thing that remains at the dead end is my life being taken away."
I sat up and turned to meet his empathic eyes. "I don't know what to do, but I...I don't want to let go of this? I want to give it a shot. To enjoy this world that I've been secluded from and live a life where I don't need to lie to live. Breathe without looking over my shoulder or fearing I'd wake up and really be dead and gone from the living."
I bit my lip and looked toward the water that lingered with bubbles. "I want to know you more. Learn about your friends. Spend time understanding that the world isn't only about power, money, and status. Just enjoy the little things. It's rather funny that the things that everyone else takes for granted like friends, family, and the freedom of choice, is exactly what I crave at the age of 25. My best friends could die with one wrong move, and I've potentially met someone who I may want to be exclusive for but can't."
Xander reached out to me then, pulling me into his hold and claiming my lips. Those lips pressed firmly against mine like I'd disappear at any moment, and for a split second, I felt his pain.
The hurt he felt for me and the situation I was in. It could have been our magic that fluttered around us that helped me sense all of his emotions in a split moment, but it made me relax and a little thankful that I'd met someone who truly cared.
A man who saw me and acknowledged my existence in this world. He saw me as a woman and not the killing machine that I was born and raised to be.
Even with my confession, he didn't push me away. I was still in his arms and now was tongue deep into a passionate kiss that made my stomach flip and body tingle for more.
His love rejuvenated me, and I couldn't ask for much more than that.
When he released me, he looked directly into my eyes. "Whatever you decide, I'll support you the best I can, but I want you to make a decision that you won't regret. Don't decide based on anyone else's happiness but yours. I won't say it'll be easy, but I’d rather live my life to the fullest, even if I was in a situation that wasn't the best it could be."
I nodded in understanding, thinking long and hard as we stared into each other eyes. "I don't want to regret."
"Then don't. Decide what you think will make you happy," he whispered with a smile. My lips tugged upwards, and I too was smiling back at him.
I’d made my decision. It was time to come out of my shell.