It was a dark and stormy night.
All of a sudden there was a knock on Grell's door. A stranger was at the door. A stranger who waited in the rain for the redhead to open.
Grell got up from the comfortable spot on the couch. Moving towards the door as she peaked into the peephole. A large top hat and a high collared coat obscured the person's features.
Keeping her scythe nearby, she cracked open the door. "Hello?"
"Gehehehe, good evening, dearie. Would be kind of heart and let a poor old man in out of the rain?"
"Have the other flats rejected you?" her suspicious nature coming into play.
"Yours is the first I come to."
She opened the door a bit wider to examine the mystery man. "I guess it would be rude to turn someone away."
"Indeed it would. Youngsters need to respect their elders," he said, coming closer.
She opened the door letting him in. Her scythe still with good distance to grab. "Are you hungry or, care for some tea?"
"Just tea, thank you. Tea would be lovely." The man swept off his top hat to reveal long silver hair and a scarred, but handsome face.
She couldn't help but stare, moving passed him. "Is there a certain type you like?" He was different that expected.
"Any will do, thank you. How's your face? Healed nicely?"
She froze hearing him. "Eh-what? My face?"
"Are ye telling me, ya don't recognize me? I should be offended, I should think," replied Undertaker.
She turned to face him slowly grabbing her scythe. "So, this wasn't some random event. You're here to finish the job."
Undertaker looked blankly at her. "Put that away. I ain't here to do anything."
She lowered her weapon slowly. "Why are you here really?"
"It was raining, as I said," he replied with a shrug.
She placed the kettle on going back to her spot on the couch. She crossed her legs waiting for him to get comfortable.
"Thank ye again, kindly," said Undertaker as he slowly sat on the couch. "So how have ye been doing?"
"Healing and dealing with the job. My dear William has even blamed me for your escape."
"Aww," cooed Undertaker and tsking. "And the little greenhorn?"
"You mean my Ronnie? He's fine. Still as springy as ever."
"I dearly hope Chilly Willy wasn't too hard on you."
"Isn't he always?" She heard the whistle of the kettle getting up. "Excuse me."
"Maybe it's his way of showing he cares."
"I guess so." She came back with two cups and saucers filled with white tea
Undertaker took a sip. "Or maybe he's an ass."
"Either way, that's the way my William has always been." She took her own sitting back. "He wants to be a good supervisor."
"A good reaper would have tried to turn me in by now, Ms. Sutcliff."
"And I just finished a long shift with my day off being tomorrow. We can play cat and mouse then." She blew on the rim of the cup looking at him.
"And have me woken up with a scythe? How interesting."
"Oh please. A lady would have given the best hospitality before you were to be turned in. No fighting in my house either."
"So it's a bunch of strange men to be coming into my bedchambers in the early morning is it?" he asked with a grin.
"Perhaps later." She finished her tea staring at him. "I hope you don't mind the guest room. I have extra blankets if you need them."
"I don't mind at all. I just hope the room isn't too cold and lonely."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Nothing at all, my dear." He sipped his tea.
"My room is right next door if you think you're lonely."
Undertaker set down his cup before he dropped it. He hadn't really expected Grell to accept the offer. "Willy wouldn't mind?"
"I know William never comes knocking on my door. I don't see him caring if he doesn't know."
"Oh...you aren't.." he wiggled his hand to indicate Grell and William were together.
She started laughing shaking her head. "Oh, how I've dreamed about it! I would love us to be a thing."
"So you're free game then?"
"Very."
Undertaker swooped over and loomed above her. "Well, how about that?" he asked with a sinister grin as he pressed against her.
"Are you making advances towards me?" Her heart thumping feeling him do close.
"Advances? I believe I'm already there." He plucked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He put her on the bed and climbed up over her. "Are you frightened, trembling rose?" he asked.
"Even if I were, would you stop?"
"Not likely," he replied, beginning to undress her.
She helped remove his clothes. Her skin becoming warm under his touch. "So forceful."
"Giving in to your fate?"
"Is that so bad?" she said with each article of clothing dropping.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," he said, towering above her. His pale, scarred, and muscular chest was exposed.
She reached up stroking the skin along the scars. "Do they still hurt?"
"Does what still hurt?" he replied with a frown.
"The scars?"
"What scars?"
"All of these..." She traced the skin moving her hand lower.
"They're none of your business," he growled, spreading her legs forcefully.
She squeaked being held in position. She stared down looking at his dick. "It is rather big."
"Bigger than Willy's?"
She turned away not wanting to answer. Her knees wanted to shut her legs together
"Lube? Or shall I force myself in?"
"Lube, of course." She reached for the bedside cabinet pulling out a small bottle.
Undertaker took the lube and began preparing her. "You know, I can give you the body you desire."
"You're messing with me," she said in between small groans. "How would you do that?"
" A nip here, a tuck there. There may be some scarring, but I can do it."
"Can you also give me the ability to have children?"
"I'm not a miracle worker, love."
"A lady can try to dream." She moaned a bit louder moving her hips. "You're skilled at this."
"When one had been dead as long as I have, you learn a few tricks." He pushed his fingers in deeper, looking for the nerves.
She squirmed underneath him, feeling her pleasure begin to build. Her erection becoming more painful with each thrust of his fingers.
Undertaker applied more lube to his hand and pushed it further inside her. "Do you like that?"
"I- I do." She turned her head trying to cover her moans.
He moved his hand, thoroughly stretching her before finally removing it. He lined her up with his cock and shoved in. Undertaker turned her head back towards him. "There's no need to be hiding."
Her cheeks were flushed with her breathing at a steady huff. "You like being lewd and are proud of it..."
He moved in and out with a groan. "It's been a long time since I was with my own kind."
"Does that make it better or worse for you?" she teased feeling the girth of difference.
"A change."
She squeezed around him bucking her hips. "Good."
"You're a naughty one," he said, pushing deeper. Grell's phone rang.
"Ignore it," she said, enjoying his dick filling her up.
Undertaker did. The phone rang and rang until it stopped only for it to ring again a moment later. "Must be important."
Grell groaned, reaching out for it. "If that's the time, it's likely will be important." She looked across the screen staring at the name of her supervisor. "It's William."
"Don't mind me, you can answer it," he said, continuing to thrust.
She tried her best to make a voice sound as natural as possible. "Hi William darling~"
"Sutcliff, I need you to come in," William said. "Some unexpected reaps have come in."
"Right now?!" She chewed her lips wanting to remain quiet. The feeling of her hole being filled completely making her want to cry out.
"Soon, yes," he replied.
Undertaker took her cock in hand and toyed with it.
She glared at him knowing what he was doing. "I'll be there eventually. I'm pinned at the moment."
"Sooner rather than later."
Undertaker left her dick. Taking her nipple between his fingers, he toyed with it.
She squeaked biting her lip. The bead of blood running down. "I'll...I'll be there okay?"
"Is everything alright?"
"I hurt myself. Cut my lip." She wiggled her hips wrapping her legs around Undertaker's waist.
"You cut your lip?...Anyway, I want the paperwork completed tonight as well."
"Tonight? William, you're so cruel."
"You don't have any plans, I don't see the fuss."
"I'm actually busy right now William. You caught me at a really bad time."
"Busy? What could you possibly...you're 'entertaining' someone aren't you?"
"Mr. Spears... I will be there when I get there. Forgive me for pleasuring myself and having an unexpected call."
William answered her with silence.
"Moan for him, rose," whispered Undertaker, teasing her nipple harder.
"Never mind. I'll see if I can't get Knox to do it and I'll get coffee with him afterwards."
"Will..." she let out a breathy moan. "Why don't you want me? Like this? Hot and bothered..."
"You're asking me this now?" balked William.
"I know you want me Will. Begging and pleading for your hot cock in me..." her arousal twitching from her own words.
William hung up.
She placed the phone to her side pulling Undertaker down. "Now, where were we?"
"Did Willy not want to join us?" he asked, increasing his movements.
"Sadly no." She tossed her head back.
"What did old starchy britches want?"
"For me to go to work." She moaned rocking her hips. "More.."
Undertaker pounded harder. "You're a little busy."
"More than busy." She ran her nails down his back. "Oh...ah..."
"Maybe he'll get jealous, hehe~," he said as he cupped her breast. "What size would you like?"
"Big but...but not too big. A-a D or C would be nice." Her jaw hung open having his dick reach close to her prostate.
Undertaker pushed deeper. "You really want me to change your body?"
"Yes! More than anything!" She buried her head in his shoulder moaning loudly.
"Even if your pretty skin is left scarred?"
"My skin can heal and makeup has come a long way."
Undertaker took Grell's hands and brought them up to the headboard. "Hold on, Rose," he said before raising up. He grabbed her hips and started pounding hard and fast.
Her voice couldn't be contained, ringing out with each thrust. Her body shaking underneath him. "So...so fucking good!"
The bed shook with Undertaker's thrusts. Soon there was a loud crack. "Cum for me," he said.
She came hard on command with her body tightening around him. Her moan loud and clear of her ecstasy. Undertaker pounded even harder. As he came, there was another loud crack as the bed broke beneath them. She came down from her high hugging onto him. Her legs shaking still. "That- that was phenomenal."
"We broke your bed," he commented.
"I was tired of that frame anyway." she cooed. "You're incredible." She traced his cheek, giving a small laugh.
"What will you do with your new body, I wonder?" he questioned aloud before getting off her. "I guess I shall be heading to my room then."
"I suppose so. I have to try to see if William still needs me. Make yourself at home." She slowly rolled off the bed weak, but still able to stand. Undertaker cleaned himself. Meanwhile, William knocked on Grell's door.
Grell cleaned herself getting into a robe. She opened the door to guest room. "Someone's here. Don't you dare come out." She shut the door moving to the front of her home. "Who is it?"
"William T. Spears," he announced.
She fixed herself cracking open the door. "Will darling~ You came all this way for little ole me?"
"Not exactly. A known criminal is believed to be back in the realm. I want you to be on the lookout for him. As it is, we are searching all homes to flush out any possible hiding spot."
"Do you really think I wouldn't know if someone broke into my house while having my 'alone time'?" She smiled opening the door more. "Or are you here to assist me?"
William pushed his way in. "I thought I heard you with someone while we spoke on the phone. I hardly think your 'alone time' was spent alone." William began searching the house, going almost directly towards Grell's bedroom. He opened the door to see the broken bed frame. He scowled and looked at Grell. "Are you saying you did that by yourself? Homeric."
"I hated that frame. It is so last season. I want get a new one, cherry wood perhaps." She stayed close hoping to have him leave quickly.
"So you destroyed it so late in the night?" he asked, leaving that room and heading to the spare room.
She panicked pinning him to the wall. "William, just admit it. You came here for me."
"I did nothing of a sort." He pushed Grell off and opened the door to an empty spare room. William made quick work searching the rest of the house. "Do your lovers always leave so fast?"
"What are you talking about?" She noticed the room completely empty, a small sigh leaving her lungs. "I told you, I'm here alone. Sorry to disappoint you. Or, you're making sure no one else gets to me first~"
"Don't be an idiot. If I find you were harboring the fugitive, it won't go so well for you." With that William left.
She locked the door behind him going back to the guest room. "Are you really gone?" There was no answer. The curtains fluttered in the breeze, indicating which way Undertaker had fled.
She peeked out the window looking for him. Though she did not see him on the same level as William, she was still worried. Though why should she be? He hurt her face and took her body. She shut the window walking back to her own room.