Disclaimer : don't own anything same old same old, this chapter is 'M' gonna have sexual stuff ect.

Death's Cold Embrace

Death had carried me through a maze, turning corners, going up stairs, through doors, down more hallways. The further he carried me into the castle the darker and empty it became, until we hit a hallway deep within the castle, the hallway lined with skulls in small stone alcoves, each skull would have a candle on top of it, giving off an eerie glow. The Nephilim carried me through a set of wooden doors with metal skull impressions and the doors silently closed behind him.

The room was large with a huge four poster bed, the bed carvings showing skeletal arms reaching up and skulls sitting on each post, the sheets black silk, large black pillows setting by the large head board with more skull carvings. Long black curtains hung around the bed, pulled back with silver chains, the bottom of the bed showed clawed feet sitting on the stone floor. The bed was the most noticeable thing in the room but there was a large oak desk filled with papers, scrolls, pens, ink wells, and a few small animal bones. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, the candles giving off a light green glow showing a large black bird sitting between candles, its own green eyes watching the two intently.

A large Victorian couch of black and red set on one wall behind a large coffee table covered in maps and books and a few jars of red liquid. There were a few ornate rugs on the floor, showing interesting patterns in silver or red, one set beneath the bed, another under the couch and table, and another set under a massive metal and wood trunk. The trunk set in a corner, almost the size of a small child's bed and decorated with a spiked skull where the keyhole should have been and iron spikes lined around the top, runes carved into the sides, it was by far the creepiest thing in the room, staring out with the black holes of the skull.

Death set me down on the rug by the bed and I just stood there watching as he walked by me. I couldn't help it, my eyes went wide as I saw his back, through his long black hair I saw his spine and not in the way you'd see someone suffering from malnutrition but his actually vertebrae where sticking out of his back, the purple bones accenting the center of his back until his lower back in which they pulled back into his flesh.

Death took a few steps then turned towards me, staring at me with those burning ember eyes before speaking, "Take your undergarments off."

I just blinked and started at him and he in turn just stared back, something cold went through the core of my soul as I looked into those eyes. Those burning eyes spoke of terrible things that have been done and of things that will still be done. I took off the bra and panties, never breaking the stare between the two of us, so much for not making this easy. The Nephilim began to walk closer to me again looking over my body as if inspecting an expensive painting he just bought. I felt those bone tipped gauntlets touch my shoulder and move around to my back and stop there and I suddenly grew very nervous as he stopped behind me.

"You are a fan of mine?" Death spoke after a few seconds, his voice as deep and gravely as it had been in the mead hall. I shivered and looked back at him, trying not to get locked into another staring contest with him, then it dawned on me, him, the younger Nephilim….it must have been my tattoo. When I was 18 I went had a tattoo put on my back, the grim reaper holding his scythe in one skeletal hand and a lantern in the other, I knew it would drive my mother insane to see such a "terrible and grisly monstrosity" on my back, as she put it. I honestly had no idea what the Nephilim was talking about, maybe he knew the grim reaper or maybe it was a symbol for him, I wasn't sure at this point. I was turned around to face the skull mask of the Nephilim as he looked down at me.

"No matter, you belong to me now, be thankful. Absalom's blade would have cleaved you into two very nice pieces." The Nephilim walked over to the bed and sat down spreading his legs and motioning me closer, "Come here."

"What are you going to do to me?" I couldn't help it, I'd been stuck in awkward positions before when a man set on a bed and asked me to come over, I knew better.

"Does it matter? You are mine now, you do what I say when I say, now get over here." The Nephilim's voice was calm but there was an underlying tone I caught, it was subtle but it was there and it was dark and dangerous, it was a threat without him ever having to actually give me a verbal threat. I moved closer until I was nearly touching his legs and he opened them for me and a sinking feeling hit the pit of my stomach, this seemed all too familiar as he pulled me closer so I was between his legs and pressed against the bed.

"Get on your knees." The Nephilim wasn't hiding that tone in a subtle manner now, he was making it very clear and it sent a shiver of fear through my body, lighting my nerves up in a way that I've never felt before. I dropped to my knees almost instantly, keeping my hands close as I looked up at him and we got stuck in another staring contest. Each time he stared into my eyes I felt like he wasn't looking at me so much as he was looking at my soul.

I adverted my eyes as he began to unbuckle the belt of bone and cloth from his waist and began to work the robe bottoms loose and open, I didn't want to see, let alone do what I already knew was coming. I clenched by teeth as I felt those cold cloth and bone covered hands grip my head and forced me to look back at him and I felt my eye give an involuntary twitch. I have seen many strange things but a pale blue cock with darker, almost purple veins was a first. I am again ashamed to say I just stared with fascination it looked like any other man's penis but that color was so…strange.

The Nephilim seemed to be rather patient to an extent as I stared at his piece but even his patience seemed to run out and he tried to force my head closer to his shaft. My head reluctantly moved closer but I reached out and stroked the shaft and it took little to no time for him to get to full hardness but he seemed content for now as I continued to stroke him. I doubted that just rubbing my hand up and down would keep him happy for long but it would give me some time and with each stroke I inspected him more, he was like any other man aside from the color, but he was also larger and thicker, but not surprising given his size.

Shame was becoming my closest friend as I stared at the head of the shaft and began to wonder what it tasted like. As I gave a few more strokes I noticed a drip of pre-ejaculation slide from the tip and I had to stare, as if having a deathly pale member wasn't enough his seed was…purple. Before I could stop myself my tongue slide out and caught the drop as my tongue slide over the head, it was an usual taste to say the least, not the same nasty, hot and salty taste of human men but…it was cool on my tongue, a thicker and tasted strange, not bad but strange like a mix of flavors to come to a new flavor and it sent a shiver through my body.

I would like to say I despised it, that I was revolted and I wanted to spit it out but I didn't. I might not have wanted to be in this position but given my luck of being in one piece and breathing, maybe I felt a need to repay this man…creature…thing, or maybe my fascination with this Nephilim's strange body was over-riding my common sense I'm not sure, but I took his member into my mouth and began to suck, smiling ever so lightly around his shaft as I felt his hand tighten in my hair.

I continued to suck for a few moments before sliding his shaft into my throat, using my tongue to stroke the underside as I moved my head back and forth, sucking the head each time it slid back into my mouth before going back down. The Nephilim seemed to enjoy this well enough as he didn't force my head in any way and just allowed me to do as I pleased, at least for now. I smiled as I felt him give up a bit more precum letting it drip into my mouth and giving me that strange taste again. As I moved my head back a bit his hand pushed me down onto his shaft, nearly choking me as he filled my throat with his seed, my eyes going wide as I swallow what I can and surprise even myself as I manage to get it all down, given how much there was, and god knows how long he'd been holding that load in.

Just as I sit back after he pulls out, I look up at him and he picks me up, setting me on the bed and spreads my legs to sit between them, staring down at me with those amber eyes, making me shiver. I couldn't help but gasp as he pushed against my entrance enough slide the head in followed by the shaft. I was never so happy to have lost my virginity in High School, otherwise I would have long since passed out, even now the size pushing into me made me stretch, he was definitely bigger than any other man I had taken before, I was going to be sore I knew it. I held gripped onto the Nephilim's strong arms out of habit as he began to move and again my shame came up as I moaned as the shaft inside me hit my sensitive spot and sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

My legs wrapped around his hips as he began to move harder into my body, his shaft continuously moving against that bundle of nerves until a heat in my stomach finally reaches its peak and I cry out, gripping the Nephilim tightly as my vision is filled with a whiteness. As I calm down the Nephilim keeps up with his movements and I'm not sure how long he'd actually keeping thrusting after I had felt my release but I was feeling sore, tired, and a bit suffocated as he got closer to my body, his mask just a few inches above my head and my face pressed into his collarbone, a rather disturbing experience since parts of his clavicles protruded from his flesh, not that I cared at this point or time, I was just hoping he'd stop soon before I was rubbed bloody raw.

Finally after what felt like hours of being thrust into I felt myself being filled up with his cool seed, having so much pumped into me I felt it flowing out before he pulled away. I just laid there and watched this creature pull away and begin to readjust and fix his armor / clothes. As he fixed himself he watched me intently, seeming to judge my performance and current state.

"Get cleaned up and get to bed." The Nephilim pointed to a door across the room, "There's a wash room in there you can use, I have to get some…somethings done but when I get back we'll continue this so you'd better use your time wisely, little one." Death turned and walked out of the room and the door closed and I heard the click of the lock. I was exhausted, sore, and I didn't really want to move but….I could feel the thick seed sliding out of me and I made myself get up and walk into the next room.

The bathroom was stone like the rest of the castle, a large shower and drain on one side with a toilet in another corner and a small sink and mirror on the wall closest to the door. Towels hung by the shower and a small mat for stepping out on were by the step into the shower. It looked like this room hadn't been used since it was built but I assumed when you were a Nephilim such things weren't really …needed. I had smelt a few Nephilim up close and the 'thousand –year stank' was a popular smell for them, not that Death smelt that way, I wouldn't call his scent a stank, it was like… smelling a freshly dug grave mixed with a fresh snow and stone. I didn't want to think of my new captor right now, not when I'm leaking his fluids which I'm sure will stain my legs.

I jump into the shower and turn it on, letting warm water flow over me and I washed myself off, making sure to get everything off, luckily it was easy enough to see. After I finished cleaning myself I sigh and walk / limp to back to the bed in a towel and just fall over letting the darkness take me and I pass out in exhaustion.