Perverts 'R' Us

Don't Fear the Reaper

By Danyealle ( M/F, Supernatural, Rom )

Sitting on the windowsill, looking out over the moonlit back yard, she twitched around nervously, glancing back over her shoulder from time to time. Every time she looked at the bed, an eerie, prickling feeling coursed throughout her being. It wasn't right to be sitting here staring at one's own dead body! This just wasn't right! But here she was, doing just that. OK, she wasn't sure how this happened, or just what in the blue hell was going on, but she did know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was dead, and the body lying on the bed was hers. Man, how strange! Best she could guess, from religious teachings, is what she was now was just her spirit, not the whole body. Not sure what she was supposed to DO now, she sat there to see if something happened.

It was odd, sitting there she couldn't comprehend any passage of time like normal, it was as if everything had stopped. Shaking her head, she tried to dispel the feeling of disorientation it was causing, but it didn't work. It also seemed as thought everything was in a vacuum of some kind, nothing seemed to move and all sounds seemed muted. If she were still alive her skin would be crawling! Shivering a little, she hugged herself. Even that felt strange. No longer was she flesh and bone but more some kind of substance that, while it had a form, didn't seem to be all THERE, that was the best she could describe it.

From somewhere outside the door, there were the soft sounds of footsteps and rustling. Sitting up straight, her eyes widening, she watched the door, the knob of it starting to turn slowly. Slowly, it opened, revealing the figure of the Grim Reaper, scythe and all, standing there. Letting out a loud gasp of fear, she cringed back against the windowpane, eyes wide as plates, trembling.

Lowering the hood of the black robe, a handsome male face came into view, a soft, pleasant smile on his lips. "Hello, Namid." he said softly, voice low and pleasant.

Shaking all over, she was able to stammer out, voice soft and uneven, "Are you hear to take me to hell?"

Giving her a smile that he hoped was reassuring, "Oh no, I am just here in a guise that you would recognize is all. I come in all forms, from Osiris to a psychopomp to lead those who are ready to cross over. For you, like many others, the Grim Reaper, or Charon is what you know as the harbinger of death. It means nothing more." Reaching his hand out to her, he said, smiling, "Come, it's time to cross over."

Looking at his hand, she was quiet. The old tales always said he was a skeleton, but the being standing before her was a fully-fleshed, human figure. Sure, the skin was white, with no color to it, but it was just like a human's skin. Tentatively, she put her hand in his and stood up.

Bowing, like any gentleman would do to a lady, he slid her hand up to the crook of his elbow in an old fashioned, courtly manner and escorted her out of the room. The hallway was the same, but at the end was a door that hadn't been there before. Opening the door, he escorted her into what appeared to be an average, upscale office, with warm colors and comfortable-looking furniture. Escorting her to a chair, he held it out for her to sit down.

Almost collapsing into it, she watched him pull another chair close and sit down. The only thing was that when he was fully seated, the 'Grim Reaper' outfit was gone and he appeared to be little more than a normal man in jeans and a comfortable button-down shirt, albeit a little pale. He had an unruly shock of black hair and baby-blue eyes. He had rugged good looks, the kind that seemed to remind you of a person who was more comfortable outdoors than in an office. Although his skin was pale, he had a good build that seemed to say it was well cared-for and something he spent time on in the gym.

Settling in, crossing one leg over the other, he smiled at her. "Let me explain what is going on. I know you have questions, so maybe this will answer a few of them. Yes, you passed away last night in your sleep, so you are dead. No, you are not in heaven or hell, nor will you be sent there. As a Wiccan, you believed in Summerlands and reincarnation. You were correct, that is the afterlife that awaits you. You may have your rest to assess what lessons you learned and stay in Summerlands for as long as you choose before you go back."

Smiling a bit, she sagged with relief. With that she was able to settle back a bit and relax. "Is this just a kind of stop to explain it to me, or is it something else?"

Leaning back, he smiled at her. "Normally this would be just your briefing, to make you understand what is going on. Then I would escort you across the Rainbow Bridge. But with you, something is different."

Looking slightly alarmed, she gazed at him, "Is something wrong? Did I do something I shouldn't have?"

Shaking his shaggy head, he smiled bigger. "Not at all! Actually, it has to do with the kind of person you are. In your life you were kind, loving, caring, and a protector. You were the kind of person people strived to become in life. Even in the next life, people like you are needed for some things. It is not as punishment or as repentance, but a sign of what you achieved and learned. I am not the only 'Grim Reaper'. There are many of us. The job is too big for one being to do it all. We become the escort, not as punishment or atonement for something, but because of the qualities we have. Patience and understanding is needed to deal with people who are confused and upset at their passing. Only special beings can do this job. You have the qualities it takes. I am here to offer you this 'job'."

Thinking for a minute, her mind wandered back over the mythology she knew about death and its legendary beings. Nowhere could she remember a fable about what he was telling her. Looking over at him, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth, she asked, "Is it forever? Will I never move on and reincarnate?"

"The job will only last as long as you wish it to. When you feel you need your rest, or it is time for you to go back, then you may do so with the blessings of those of us who share the job with you. It will always be your choice. But if you feel you don't wish to, that the job is rewarding enough and fulfills what you feel it needs to then you never have to move on."

Without another thought she nodded, "I will do it!" Even in life she had been like this, thinking of others as she did herself and felt nothing of helping when needed.

Smiling big, he winked at her, "I am pleased." He stood up and held his hand out to her, "Come, we will get you started."

Standing up, she took his hand and took her first steps towards what was to come for her.

After he settled her into her quarters, Pallaton, her Grim Reaper, showed her around and started tutoring her in what she needed to know. It wasn't anything too complex and she picked it up easily. Then she went out with him to bring those over that had passed. Despite the grim nature of the job, it was very fulfilling and appeared to be something she was good at. Her personality was such that it helped those who were crossing over with comfort and understanding to make the hard transition. Within a couple months, she was ready to go out on her own.

To celebrate her 'graduation', she and Pallaton had a celebration in his quarters. All the so-called spirit guides - what the reapers were called - were housed in a single building. But it was nothing like a building on earth; it was a palace that was of infinite size with no end. Each of their quarters was like a palace in itself, customized to the personality of those that occupied it. They could mingle with each other or stay alone, their choice. Though they didn't have a 'human' body anymore, the spirit guides had form and substance, just not solid like a human. They could touch and feel, yes, but it was more of a muted sensation.

After the others who had come to congratulate her had left and she and Pallaton were left alone, they sat down and quietly talked about lives they had led in the past. While they had not crossed paths in their lives while on Earth, they did feel a pull towards one another now. Something between the two of them meshed nicely, and it was as if they knew what each other thought. Working together had proven that time and again. Alone now, sparks were starting to fly between the two of them, there was no denying it.

After downing the last of his drink, Pallaton set his glass down and stood up, holding his hand out to her. His eyes locked with hers, they shown brightly, a fire seeming to blaze within them. Without a word, she slipped her hand into his and stood, locking her gaze with his. Slowly, they walked to her bedroom, hands locked together. Softly shutting the door behind them, he released her hand and gently pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her and letting his mouth find hers.

Pressing tightly to him, she kissed him back, passionately, hands flat against his chest, feeling the muscles working against her palms. Softly, as they continued kissing, her hands wandered down until they were pressed against the hard bulge poking out the front of his pants. Rubbing it softly with her palm, her mouth continued to devour his with increasing urgency. He wasn't excessively tall, about 5'11', so her 5'9" frame made it quite easy, and neither of them had to bend or strain to reach the other.

While his mouth worked on hers, he pulled his own shirt off then went to work on hers, tossing them to the side. Although like all the other spirit guides, she was pale, but because of her Native American ancestry she did have a darker skin tone. Tall and willowy, her frame was small and she didn't even top the scales at 120 lbs. Pulling away, he looked into her dark brown eyes and licked his lips. Taking a step back, with shaking hands, he undid his pants and kicked them aside.

Watching all his flesh come into view, she licked her lips and felt want and desire course through her body. Quickly, she stripped off her pants and kicked them into the pile with the rest of the clothes, and then stood there looking at him.

Stepping closer her, he gently pushed her back against the wall, and then leaned down and put his arms behind her legs and lifted her off the ground, her back still firmly pressed against the wall. He shifted his hands to behind her hips and she wrapped her legs around his waist. When he was sure she was firmly pressed to the wall, he let loose with one hand and grabbed his swollen erection and guided it to the darkly-furred entrance of her pussy. Locking his lips on hers once more, he eased himself deep into her in one stroke. Shifting around a bit, he then started to slide himself in and out, holding her tightly.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately, tongue parting his lips and dancing with his. Her legs were locked around his thin waist, holding tightly to him while he thrust into her. Still kissing him, she reached down and rubbed her own clit, knowing the position, while it felt GREAT, wasn't conducive to bringing her to orgasm.

Soon she was rocking back and forth on his cock while he thrust, moaning and grunting into his mouth. Her blue-black hair tossed about, wet with her sweat. Grunting loudly into her mouth, his thrusts got harder and more animalistic. He could feel her walls hugging him, seeming to want to keep him deep within her. The closer she got to her own climax, the harder she ground on his cock, thrusting onto him madly.

Breaking off the kiss, she slammed once more onto him, let out a loud howl, and came, her walls clenching tightly around his cock as if milking it. Grunting through clenched teeth, he held onto her sweat-soaked body and thrust madly into her before letting himself go with a yell.

Afterwards, they cuddled in her bed, holding each other and talking softly. Where was it going? They both wondered about that aloud, but had no answers. As she fell asleep, that old Blue Oyster Cult song, "Don't Fear the Reaper" floated into her head and she grinned. Hey, maybe he wasn't so bad after all! At least this one was going to be fun to deal with for a long time to come, no matter where it might lead!