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Jason had Mazikeen bent over the edge of the massive obsidian bed, one hand gripping her hip, the other fisted in her dark hair as he drove into her from behind with long, punishing strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the chamber, punctuated by her ragged moans and the low growl rumbling in his throat.
"F-fuck..." Mazikeen gasped, claws digging into the sheets, tail thrashing wildly against his thigh. "I didn't… didn't expect it to be this good… ahh...Jason....your ruining me..."
He didn't slow down. Each thrust bottomed out hard, forcing another broken cry from her lips. Her inner walls clenched around him like a vice, slick and greedy, pulling him deeper every time he pulled back. Mazikeen's back arched sharply, ass pushing back to meet him, desperate for more even as her legs trembled.
"You're taking it so well," he muttered, voice rough, fingers tightening in her hair to tilt her head back. "Thought you were the one who was supposed to break me."
She laughed...half moan, half challenge....then choked on it when he slammed in particularly deep, grinding against her cervix.
"Shut....shut up and fuck me harder, my King....."
He obliged.
The rhythm turned brutal. Bed frame creaking, headboard slamming against stone wall. Mazikeen's moans devolved into wordless whimpers, body shaking as he pounded her relentlessly. Her tail wrapped around his waist, urging him on, nails raking red lines down his forearms.
"Gonna....gonna cum....Jason...please...."
He felt her shatter first.
Her whole body locked up, inner walls spasming violently around his cock as she screamed his name. The orgasm ripped through her like lightning.....back bowing, thighs quivering, a flood of slick coating him as she came undone.
That was all it took.
Jason buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, hips jerking as he came hard. Thick, hot pulses flooded her, spurt after heavy spurt, far more than should have been possible. He kept grinding through it, milking every last drop deep inside her clenching heat until she was overflowing, white leaking down her thighs.
Mazikeen collapsed forward onto the sheets, trembling, breath coming in shattered gasps.
"I… admit defeat…" she mumbled, voice wrecked and sleepy. "You win… my god…"
Her eyes fluttered shut. A final, contented sigh escaped her, and she passed out cold....face pressed into the pillow, ass still raised slightly, leaking his cum.
Jason stayed buried inside her for a few more seconds, catching his breath, then slowly pulled out. A thick strand of their combined release connected them for a moment before snapping. He stood up from the bed, muscles gleaming with sweat, cock still half-hard and glistening.
That was when he noticed her.
In the shadowed corner of the room, leaning casually against the wall with hands in the pockets of her black jacket, stood..... Death.
Same messy black hair. Same ankh necklace. Same calm, knowing dark eyes watching him without a trace of embarrassment or surprise.
Jason sighed, running a hand through his damp hair.
"This is the second time someone's watched me fuck without asking permission."
Death tilted her head slightly, faint smile tugging at her lips.
"You should get used to it. I share your senses now, remember? I feel what you feel. See what you see." She shrugged one shoulder. "Including this."
Jason glanced back at Mazikeen's sleeping form.....peaceful, wrecked, leaking him....then back at Death.
"Privacy's apparently not part of the Avatar deal."
"Not really, no."
She pushed off the wall and snapped her fingers.
Reality folded.
The bedroom vanished in a soft, silent rush of black-and-white light.
They were gone.
...
Jason blinked, and the extravagant castle bedroom vanished.
In its place stood a quiet, mid-century modern house—clean lines, warm wood floors, soft natural light filtering through wide windows. Everything neat, practical, lived-in. No thrones, no infernal flames, no sprawling demonic grandeur. Just… a home. Average in the most comforting way.
Death walked ahead of him through the open-plan kitchen, barefoot on the cool tile. She opened a drawer with casual familiarity, pulled out a dark bottle, and tilted it toward the light.
"This one's aged," she said, reading the label with faint amusement. "Two hundred years."
She uncorked it with a soft pop and poured two generous glasses of deep red wine. The scent bloomed rich, earthy, timeless.
Jason glanced down at himself.
Still completely naked.
His cock hung heavy and half-hard from earlier, skin still flushed and glistening with sweat. He crossed his arms instinctively, trying to look unbothered.
"Couldn't you have waited until after I showered and put some clothes on?" he asked, voice dry.
Death grinned, sliding one glass across the counter toward him.
"Why? Embarrassed?" She leaned one hip against the edge, eyes flicking downward without shame. "If it makes you feel better… you're bigger than most."
Jason exhaled through his nose, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"That's not what I'm worried about."
"Then what are you worried about?" She picked up her own glass, swirling it lazily. "You're used to women seeing you naked already. And if you're worried about me…" She took a slow sip, lips stained darker by the wine. "…don't. I like you just like that. Naked as the day you were born. Looking sexy."
She winked.
Jason muttered, "I hate you," but there was no heat in it. He gave up, pulled out one of the stools, and sat...legs spread comfortably, no point pretending modesty anymore. He lifted the glass and took a sip. The wine was smooth, complex, surprisingly good.
"So… why am I here?"
Death leaned forward on her elbows, glass cradled between her hands.
"I'm here to warn you. You're lucky I didn't intervene in your last fight. I was this close to stripping that power away when you started killing demons wholesale."
Jason raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, come on. Are you really going to threaten me with that as if you feel bad for fucking demons?"
Death sighed, setting her glass down.
"Do you know what I am?"
"You're Death. Just be Death. And let me deliver that Death."
She sighed again...longer, softer, almost fond.
"Jason… I'm not merely Death. I'm not some god who represents it, or owns a Hell of their own. I am one of the Endless. We are our own opposites. As much as I am the embodiment of Death… I am also the embodiment of Life. So you have to understand that. I feel the pain of their deaths too. Especially when you declared you'd erase their entire race....demons or not, evil or not."
Jason met her gaze evenly.
"And what was I supposed to do? Let Neron become a Demon God and conquer Earth?"
"I didn't say that. Nor did I stop you from doing what you did." She traced the rim of her glass with one finger. "I'm only warning you.... doing too much is bad. You've already drawn far too much attention from cosmic entities.... Perpetua. The angels. God himself. Others will notice too. And while I am the embodiment of Death… you aren't. You merely deliver my will. A battle against such beings....for you.....is truly an end. They may not be able to kill you the way I failed to… but there are worse fates than death."
Jason considered that for a long moment, then nodded slowly.
"I see. I understand, I guess. I'll try not to clash with cosmic entities too much myself. As long as my people and my planet are safe… I'm okay with that."
Death's smile was small, genuine.
"Good. Good. You're part of me now. I feel all your emotions. I understand you more than anyone else ever could. It would pain me to see you lose yourself… and your world. Train hard. Understand my essence. And only then can you truly delve into the unknown."
"Understand your essence… understand Death." Jason gave a short nod. "Okay. Got it."
She smiled...soft, almost wistful...and snapped her fingers.
Reality folded again.
The mid-century kitchen dissolved in gentle black-and-white light.
Jason found himself back in his bedroom—alone, still naked, wine glass inexplicably still in his hand.
The sheets were still warm from Mazikeen's body.
He exhaled once, set the glass on the nightstand, and headed for the shower
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