Part 3
Mari woke up the next morning with a large arm draped across her waist. She moved it aside and carefully got out of bed so she wouldn't wake up Undertaker. Walking into the bathroom she waved her hand and the beautiful white porcelain tub was filled with nice hot water and bubbles. Mari was about to step into the tub when she felt her soul ache and she knew Undertaker needed her.
Quickly she walked out of the bathroom to find her mate sitting on the bed extending his arms out to her. Undertaker picked up Mari and placed her so she was straddling his lap and facing him. She felt him grow hard underneath her and she blushed and tried to pull way. "Don't try to hide from me mate," he said huskily while brushing his lips lightly on hers.
"I wish you would stop calling me that," Mari whispered. "But that is who you are, my mate!" he said while holding on to her tighter and raising his voice. "Don't be upset, I have a name and it's Mari," her voice was shaky. His soul felt the fear she had for him and he pulled her closer to his body, "I'll never hurt you Mari," he whispered.
She laid her head on his shoulder and they held each other for several minutes until Undertaker finally spoke, "So what were you doing out of bed so early?" "I was going to take a bath, because somebody." she said running a finger down his chest, "made me all sticky last night."
Undertaker gave Mari a devilish smile, "Oh really?" he said while wrapping one arm around her waist completely while the other one went down between them and started running his finger up and down her slit. She jumped at his touch but he held her down. He slowly worked a finger into her tight opening thrusting in and out as she held on to his shoulders for dear life.
He slid in a second finger and Mari moaned loudly closing her eyes and throwing her head back. "Look at me Mari, I want to see you cum on my fingers," he ordered. Her body shook violently from the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She managed to open her eyes and look at him as his lips captured hers. Feeling her muscles contracting over his fingers he increased his pace until Mari came, yelling out his name and digging her nails into his shoulders.
After her body relaxed Undertaker slid his fingers out of Mari and sucked her essence off of them, "you taste sweet Mari." Her breath returned to normal, "Now I'm even more sticky, I think I should go take my bath," she said climbing off of his lap. "No, it's time we go down for breakfast, get dressed." "But I need to get cleaned up, I feel so dirty," she protested.
Laughing at her ignorance Undertaker waved his hand and they were both dressed and ready for breakfast. He wore black pants, gray silk shirt, his long black robes and black boots. His handsome face was cleanly shaved except for his goatee and his hair was pulled back into a perfect ponytail. Mari on the other hand was wearing pink 1 inch heals, and a long soft pink dress with long sleeves. Her long black hair was pulled up into a tight bun with a pink ribbon entwined in it.
Mari looked down at her dress in disgust, "Oh no, I refuse to wear this ugly dress." She waved her hand and her dress changed to a beautiful lilac gown with short sleeves and a low v-neck showing off her cleavage. The dress brought out her large purple eyes and showed off her beautiful figure while her hair was left down falling past her waist. "Perfect I'm ready to go," she said to her mate.
"Absolutely not! That dress is inappropriate!" he said waving his hand altering her dress to cover her cleavage. "The dress was perfect. why in hell did you do that!" she yelled. Mari had a very short temper and she was use to getting what she wanted and unfortunately for her Undertaker was exactly the same. Undertaker was taken back by her words, "My mate will not be seen dressed like an easy wench, and I will remind you not to raise your voice at me. You are no longer on earth and you will show me respect!"
Mari woke up the next morning with a large arm draped across her waist. She moved it aside and carefully got out of bed so she wouldn't wake up Undertaker. Walking into the bathroom she waved her hand and the beautiful white porcelain tub was filled with nice hot water and bubbles. Mari was about to step into the tub when she felt her soul ache and she knew Undertaker needed her.
Quickly she walked out of the bathroom to find her mate sitting on the bed extending his arms out to her. Undertaker picked up Mari and placed her so she was straddling his lap and facing him. She felt him grow hard underneath her and she blushed and tried to pull way. "Don't try to hide from me mate," he said huskily while brushing his lips lightly on hers.
"I wish you would stop calling me that," Mari whispered. "But that is who you are, my mate!" he said while holding on to her tighter and raising his voice. "Don't be upset, I have a name and it's Mari," her voice was shaky. His soul felt the fear she had for him and he pulled her closer to his body, "I'll never hurt you Mari," he whispered.
She laid her head on his shoulder and they held each other for several minutes until Undertaker finally spoke, "So what were you doing out of bed so early?" "I was going to take a bath, because somebody." she said running a finger down his chest, "made me all sticky last night."
Undertaker gave Mari a devilish smile, "Oh really?" he said while wrapping one arm around her waist completely while the other one went down between them and started running his finger up and down her slit. She jumped at his touch but he held her down. He slowly worked a finger into her tight opening thrusting in and out as she held on to his shoulders for dear life.
He slid in a second finger and Mari moaned loudly closing her eyes and throwing her head back. "Look at me Mari, I want to see you cum on my fingers," he ordered. Her body shook violently from the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She managed to open her eyes and look at him as his lips captured hers. Feeling her muscles contracting over his fingers he increased his pace until Mari came, yelling out his name and digging her nails into his shoulders.
After her body relaxed Undertaker slid his fingers out of Mari and sucked her essence off of them, "you taste sweet Mari." Her breath returned to normal, "Now I'm even more sticky, I think I should go take my bath," she said climbing off of his lap. "No, it's time we go down for breakfast, get dressed." "But I need to get cleaned up, I feel so dirty," she protested.
Laughing at her ignorance Undertaker waved his hand and they were both dressed and ready for breakfast. He wore black pants, gray silk shirt, his long black robes and black boots. His handsome face was cleanly shaved except for his goatee and his hair was pulled back into a perfect ponytail. Mari on the other hand was wearing pink 1 inch heals, and a long soft pink dress with long sleeves. Her long black hair was pulled up into a tight bun with a pink ribbon entwined in it.
Mari looked down at her dress in disgust, "Oh no, I refuse to wear this ugly dress." She waved her hand and her dress changed to a beautiful lilac gown with short sleeves and a low v-neck showing off her cleavage. The dress brought out her large purple eyes and showed off her beautiful figure while her hair was left down falling past her waist. "Perfect I'm ready to go," she said to her mate.
"Absolutely not! That dress is inappropriate!" he said waving his hand altering her dress to cover her cleavage. "The dress was perfect. why in hell did you do that!" she yelled. Mari had a very short temper and she was use to getting what she wanted and unfortunately for her Undertaker was exactly the same. Undertaker was taken back by her words, "My mate will not be seen dressed like an easy wench, and I will remind you not to raise your voice at me. You are no longer on earth and you will show me respect!"