Death, In All Her Glory

There's a particular thrill in knowing exactly how to ruin someone. Not with my scythe—though that has its moments—but with my mouth. The way a man's entire body goes rigid when I whisper against his ear exactly how I'm going to suck his cock until he's begging me to stop, then keep going until he's begging me not to. How I'll swallow every drop and then kiss him so he can taste his own desperation. It's not about the power; it's about the surrender. Theirs to me, and mine to the sheer, wet, messy pleasure of it. Centuries in, and the taste of mortal ecstasy still makes my undying heart stutter. #DeathInAllHerGlory #OralFixation #BegForIt