A/N: This one turned out a lot softer and more wholesome than originally intended; but I suppose Calliope lends herself well to that, due to her innate dorkiness.
Been posting a lot of Hololive lately too, huh... plan to have a Risu fic up tomorrow to round off November, followed by a super-fluffy Mumei one in the first days of December. Hope nobody minds~
Enjoy all the same~
Taking More Than A Soul
Being a Grim Reaper was a tricky task. Especially for someone new to the job like Calliope.
For one, it wasn't as easy as it seemed – you didn't just wander onto the scene, swing a scythe and take a soul, the move onto the next poor sap that found themselves moving on to the afterlife. It was anything but that.
First, transporting between the realm of the dead and realm of the living was a skill in and of itself, and appearing in exact locations could be tricky for beginners. Then came the problem of reaping a soul correctly and guiding it onto the afterlife in a single fell swoop rather than reaping it, then spending some time mentally guiding the soul onto the next world. And that was assuming there was no problems; it was quite often that souls, realising they were now dead, would resist the call of the afterlife and try and remain in the world of the living, often resorting to lashing out. And while she might be a Grim Reaper, getting punched in the face by an ex-wrestler who died at his prime was far from pleasant.
Thus it was common practice for Calliope to approach humans when they were about to die, rather than once they had. It wasn't against the rules, and she was only visible to those she let see her – perk of being a Grim Reaper – so it allowed her to converse with the nearly-departed even if others were around. Should the nearly-departed freak out, those around would just assume they were hallucinating in their final moments, and as a result Calliope would at least have enough time to ease a person's soul to rest, so that when their bodies perished they would pass on with much less of a struggle.
And like many times before, Calliope found herself entertaining that exact practice.
''Hah...'' With a quiet sigh Calliope phased into the physical world once more, tasting a bit of staleness in the air along with the scent of unwashed clothes. ''It's nearly time, isn't it...''
Opening her eyes the Grim Reaper laid eyes upon the apartment of her target. It was quaint but messy; dishes stacked up by the sink in the kitchen, curtains still drawn closed despite it being in the middle of the afternoon, and dirty clothed just dropped across the hallway. She paid them no mind, merely walking down the narrow hallway of the apartment before stopping by the bedroom door, detecting her target within.
Without saying a word she stepped forth, phasing through the door. Beyond laid an equally-messy bedroom but she paid little mind, focusing instead on the young man laid on the single bed – her target. He wasn't very old, barely mid-twenties at best and with a head of messy black hair and weary blueish eyes, but she could sense it from here. The weakening of his heart – some condition, she mused. He'd be dead within the day, if not the hour. It wasn't sudden, that much was clear by the state of his residence, and the weary look in his eyes told her that he suspected this was the end of him.
Thus with a slow hum Calliope let herself become visible and physical, having no need to conceal herself with only him in the apartment.
''Your death is near.'' Calliope remarked lightly, watching him tense.
''Huh...?'' Yet despite that tension he didn't really react; shocked for a moment, then sort of relaxing back onto the bed with a resigned sort of look. ''Ah... are you... death?''
''Grim Reaper.'' Calliope remarked, meandering up to the young man's side. ''Calliope Mori. I'm here to help you pass on.''
''...so this really is the end.'' The young man came to terms with it rather placidly. Maybe he really had suspected today was his last day. ''Never thought it'd end like this.''
''Few do.'' Calliope hummed, coming to a stop by his bed, summoning her scythe into her hand. ''Would you prefer me to do the honours and help you pass now, or would you rather remain here for a bit longer until your heart fails?''
The young man looked up at her, staring for a long moment, before he pursed his lips together. ''Can I have a... final wish?''
Calliope paused, surprised. Although some had final requests in the past, rarely did ever they ask for a 'final wish' – usually they just wanted to say some grand final words and ask her to pass them onto their loved ones, which she usually did with a mysterious note left when nobody was looking. That said, she couldn't imagine there was much a man about to die could ask for, and it wasn't as if she could just stop his death if he asked for it.
''...sure. If it's within my power to do, I'll give it a shot.'' Calliope curiously agreed.
The young man blushed a little, becoming almost sheepish. ''See, I've... never really done anything with a girl – n-never even really, kissed one, so... I don't want to die a virgin... could you... help?''
Calliope blinked, confused. Then an instant later her face exploded into a deep scarlet hue, embarrassment flooding her cheeks and eliciting a started 'eh?!' from her lips. Embarrassment curled up her throat and she turned her body away somewhat, flustered, but one look at the young man's eyes told her this wasn't some common pervert wanting to get their dick wet, but... rather just a guy who'd never experienced something, wanting to feel it before his time was up.
The thought stalled Calliope's embarrassment somewhat, the gravity of the situation quelling her initial desire to just refuse. Quiet she mulled it over, peeking at the sheepish young man before looking out the window of his bedroom. He'd have a number of hours at best. The added exertion of sex would probably be enough for him to kick the bucket, and would undoubtedly make it easier for him to pass on – but she knew all that was just excuses; all just justifications to calm her nerves, to make her think logically about it. And truthfully, whilst it was embarrassing... she didn't see a reason why she shouldn't do it.
No reason to refuse a dying man's final request, embarrassing as it may be.
''...sure.'' Calliope then murmured, cheeks pink. ''I'll... um, go quickly and get changed. I'll be back within minutes. You'll survive until then, don't worry.''
Then without another word Calliope phased out of sight, nothing left of her presence.
X-x-X
True to her word Calliope reappeared within minutes; retreating back to her personal quarters in the realm of the dead only briefly to change into something more suitable than her heavy dress.
Though the fact it was the first time she'd worn it brought her some embarrassment. Something that the young man could quite easily see the moment Calliope manifested in the middle of his bedroom, her lithe arms bare along with her long legs. A midnight-black negligee hung from her shoulders by a pair of thin straps, the cups covering her breasts but leaving plenty of cleavage on display. Tied with a ribbon just beneath her bust-line the negligee spread out, forming a cut down her stomach that exposed the lacy black panties she's hurriedly thrown on, a tiny bow on the front of it.
''Wow...'' The young man chuckled weakly. ''You threw that on just for me? I'm... honoured.''
Calliope blushed, one finger shyly coming up and twirling some pink hair around a finger. ''W-Well, my regular clothes wouldn't really be best for... doing it. So I thought I'd change into something easier to take off, is all.''
The nameless young man smiled weakly, flustering Calliope as the Grim Reaper demurely meandered over to his side, sitting down on the bed. He was laid on top of the covers clad in just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, failing to hide his slim frame. Blushing Calliope hesitated, unsure of how to act – she'd never been with a guy before, much less in a sexual manner, so this was all new territory for her.
So she just did what she felt was right. She tucked some pink hair over her ear and leaned down, one hand coming to lay itself onto his cheek and tilting his head up a little, drawing in close until their breath intermingled between their lips... before gently, Calliope leaned down the rest of the way and connected their lips together. It was a slow kiss; tentative but intimate, their mutual inexperience obvious to each other but neither commenting on it. Instead they parted away from the kiss, lips hovering a mere inch apart.
''...you're really beautiful you know, Miss Mori...'' The young man commented quietly.
Calliope's cheeks burned. ''C-Calli. Just call me Calli.''
''Sure thing... Calli.'' He smiled at the mere saying of her name.
No further words were said as they both drew in again, lips touching before it evolved into a fuller, deeper kiss, both of them melting into the deep smooch. They dragged it out, lips together before drawing apart, only to inevitably, almost magnetically be drawn back together again and continue the intimate make-out session. At the same time Calliope decided to be bold and sneaked a hand down his front, doing her best to be sensual with how she slithered her palm down his stomach and into his boxers, the heat in her cheeks only getting hotter when she actually touched his cock, feeling how hot it was.
Still, with tender slowness Calliope curled her lithe fingers around it, tentatively stroking it up to the tip and then down to the base – the movement eliciting a low, pleasure-filled moan from the young man. Blushing at the sound Calliope engaged him in another kiss, their lips meshing together and bodies touching, when she felt one of his own hands shift around to her ass. She shivered at his touch but didn't resist it; intimately feeling his fingers sink into her rear through her underwear, holding her butt and almost mapping it out with his sense of touch, committing it to memory.
''Hey, Calli...'' The young man whispered against her lips.
''Yeah?'' Drawing back she forced herself to look him in the eyes despite her embarrassment.
''Can I...'' He shifted his other hand up her stomach. ''Touch you, too?''
The fact he had to ask before doing it burned her cheeks a darker shade of red, but she agreed all the same – her murmur becoming inaudible as she leaned in and reconnected their lips in a kiss. The young man groaned into her mouth, his hand resting over her left breast and squeezing it through her lingerie negligee. The roughish lace pressed into her skin slightly so she slowly shrugged her shoulders, moaning softly as she peeled the shoulder-straps off and let her negligee slip down her biceps.
Without anything to hold it up her negligee slipped further down, the fabric sliding partially over her breasts and getting bundled in his groping hand. All it took was him releasing his grip to let her negligee slip down over them, revealing her breasts in full – the mere fact further embarrassing the Grim Reaper, but she made no attempt to cover herself. Something that enticed the young man to gently cup her breast, his palm warm against her tit and his fingers sinking into her flesh, groping her.
''Mn...'' Calliope demurely moaned into his mouth, breaking away from the kiss long enough to suck in a quick gulp of air before reigniting the kiss.
At the same time she gripped his cock much more firmly, bobbing her wrist and jerking him off. The young man groaned and got her back, one hand fondling her tit and the other palming her ass, his touch gentle and weak but intimate all the same. She found herself getting off on it, arousal burning within her stomach as the young man felt her up so intimately, a shiver travelling through her when his hand left her ass and instead traced the waistband of her lacy underwear, coming around to touch her pelvis.
Pulling away from the kiss she locked eyes with him, and after an embarrassed moment nodded, giving him permission. The young man obliged, hand slipping down into her lacy black panties just as she reclaimed his lips in a kiss, both of them shuddering in arousal when his hand rubbed at her folds. His total lack of inexperience showed in how he moved his hand; his fingertips sliding over her lower lips before his palm came in, groping her almost. He was feeling her up more than he was outright touching her; exploring. She didn't mind, if anything his slow, almost curious touch left her feeling more aroused than before, her own hand bobbing faster and speeding her hand-job up; mere strokes becoming quicker jerks.
''M-Mn...'' The young man grunted softer, shuddering. ''Calli... your hand feels so good...''
''T-Thanks...'' Demurely Calliope muttered, flustered.
He smiled, giving her breast another slow squeeze. ''Could you uh... give me a blow-job too?''
Calli swallowed but agreed to the request by way of kissing the young man; the kiss lasting just a short moment before she broke it off, instead shifting down his body. She tried to act sexy about it but embarrassment made her movements more demure than she originally intended, eventually giving up and just grasping his boxers by the waistband, pulling them down. The young man shuddered and watched as she adjusted herself slightly, laid across his legs and at eye-level with his erect cock.
The Grim Reaper hesitated for only a second before leaning in, a hot breath exhaled over the tip – before she took it into her mouth. She engulfed the first few inches in a heartbeat, pursing her lips snugly around it and sucking upon the twitching tip, earning a low moan from the young man in question as she started giving him head. Rearing her head back she sucked up to the very tip before going back down again, the motion novel but not overly difficult.
''Mm... Mmph... Mm...'' Slow and sensual Calli sucked her way down his cock, embarrassment curling within her when one suck too strong made a wet slurping sound.
However the lewd noise only aroused the young man further, a low groan of lust bubbling up from his throat as he leaned back into the pillow, enjoying it. Demurely Calli then did it more, head bobbing up-and-down in his lap as she took his erect cock into her mouth. She got more creative with it the longer she did it, tilting her head this way and that so she could suck new spots on his cock, her tongue slithering over the head repeatedly or licking down the sides, the endless stimulation never failing to make the young man moan in unrestrained bliss.
Deeper down she went as well, thin dribbles of saliva trickling down his girth and sticking to her lips a bit, making the blow-job sound even better. Shivering at that Calli continued regardless, tenderly holding his hips as she went deeper still – until the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged a little, rearing back and controlling her gag reflex, coughing a little. However moments later she went back down again, trying her best to deep-throat him, some pink hair sticking to the corner of her mouth and forcing her to tuck it aside.
''Ahh... your mouth feels... so good...'' The young man breathed, shivering. ''Mn... never thought I'd get to have a girl give me head, aha...''
Calli blushed but let him talk, focusing instead on giving the young man his one and only blow-job he'd ever get, sucking her way up to the tip before pushing right back down his girth again. The movement was slow and smooth but gained speed as she got used to the motion; wet grunts escaping the Grim Reaper as the tip hit the back of her throat – until at last she managed to deep-throat him, pausing mid-way through a suck so he could feel his cock be engulfed her hot throat before she resumed her passionate movements.
It certainly had an effect. Laboured breaths escaped the young man as she worked her mouth, head tilting this way and that and causing the tip of his cock to push against her cheek at one point, bulging it out slightly. She could feel him throbbing against her lips the more she sucked it, the sensation accompanied by the low, pleasure-filled groans from the young man, further heightening her embarrassment.
''Hah... ohh... Mm...'' The young man moaned out, laying a hand on the back of her head. ''I-I'm almost there... ahh...''
The knowledge only made Calli suck him off more, egged on by the hand that gently pushed her head down, the modicum of control he had only turning the young man on more – pushing her down onto his pulsing, throbbing shaft, heat curling up it in tandem with his rising moans-
-until with a sharp gasp he exploded in her mouth. Calli's eyes widened as she felt his hot seed spurt across her tongue and hit her cheek, pushing herself nearly all the way down and hurriedly swallowing as several more, even thicker ropes of cum erupted from his shaft. She audibly gulped, swallowing the bitter seed and tentatively continuing to suck him off, every little movement making him tense and squirm and gasp in such unadulterated bliss she briefly wondered if that alone might push him over to the other side.
It didn't, and with a gasp the young man flopped back against the bed, panting in lungfuls of air. Slowly Calli sucked her lips up and off of his cock, a gasp of her own fleeing her lips as she caught her breath, a bit winded from the blow-job. Wiping her lips dry with the back of her hand the Grim Reaper then sat more upright, cheeks aflame as she looked down at the young man before her, all too self-aware of her near-nudity, just her panties really left to cover anything aside from the negligee bundled up around her stomach.
''Hah... wow...'' The young man breathed, gazing up at her with breathless arousal. ''That was amazing.''
Calliope flushed at that. ''T-Thanks. Glad you... um, glad you liked it.''
He smiled slightly, his gaze wandering down her front. Calliope knew what he was going to ask and didn't even consider denying him – not after she'd gone through the effort of dolling up – and thus dug her thumbs into her panties, tugging on them a little. She tried to be a tease about it, pulling her underwear out and letting it slap back against her hip, swaying said hips as she shifted closer on her knees and straddled him, but soon couldn't delay it any longer.
With rosy cheeks Calliope peeled her underwear down, lifting one leg slightly so she could tug it off her leg and drop her discarded panties onto the bed beside them. Naturally his gaze went between her legs and she made no move to hide anything, cheeks aflame as one hand went between her thighs and stroked her folds, his curious touching arousing all the same. Only after the dying young man had a 'feel' did she embarrassedly nudge his hand aside, grasping his still-erect cock instead and aiming his shaft upwards, allowing her to ease herself down until the tip touched her entrance.
Then at last she sunk down his girth.
And unintentionally made a cute noise in the process. ''Ahn~''
The almost-cutesy moan escaped, followed swiftly by a much deeper, throatier groan as the pleasure hit – a wave of tingling, almost numbing heat spreading through her as she felt his dick spear into her virgin insides. Beneath her the young man grasped at her thighs, fingers sinking into her flesh as he let out a moan of his own, utter bliss contorting his face as she took his first as he did hers, the feeling far more pleasurable than either of them anticipated.
He wasn't fully in her yet. With a whimper of bliss Calliope lifted her hips a tiny bit and then eased herself back down, quivering as she felt his girth twitch against her inner walls. Rolling her hips she guided him in deeper, her back starting to arch as she felt the head of his shaft rub against new spots within her – and she mewled ever so softly when at last he was balls-deep in her, the tip pressing against her deepest parts.
''Amazing... amazing...'' The young man breathed out, squeezing her hips and moaning deeply. ''Hot, wet, ahh... feels so tight too...''
''D-Do you have to say those things...?'' Calliope embarrassedly muttered, biting her bottom lip when she felt his cock throb against a certain spot in her that felt extra good. ''Mn... it's embarrassing...''
''Sorry.'' The young man chuckled sheepishly, sliding his hands up her front. ''Not really sure how to do the whole 'dirty talk' thing.''
Calliope cracked a shy smile at that, flattered he was at least trying – and prompting mewled as his fingers sunk into her breasts and squeezed. His hold was firm but palms warm, massaging her breasts as much as he was groping them, encouraging the pink-haired reaper to work her hips more vigorously in response; puffing out low, laboured groans of lust as started to bounce on his dick. Her thighs slapped against his hips and their pelvises bumped together repeatedly, the feeling of being stuffed by his cock so pleasurable Calliope couldn't hope to contain her moans, her walls pressing down upon his throbbing shaft.
Feeling a bit more bold Calliope stretched her arms up above her head, moaning as she rode him faster – lifting her hips higher and bringing them back down with a resounding slap of flesh, loving the rush as she was impaled upon him. She did it again and again, fully aware of how her chest bounced from the movements but not caring one bit; if anything it only encouraged the young man to grope her breasts more vigorously, her tits bouncing into his hands.
Until she leaned forwards, planting her hands on either side of him – deciding to try her hand at dirty-talking too. ''Mm... how's it feel, huh? You like that?''
''Y-Yeah.'' A breathy smile spread across his face. ''Dream come true.''
Calliope blushed at the nigh-innocent remark, but didn't give up. ''C'mon, don't be shy. Just us two here... tell me what you wanna do with me. Your... darkest desires. Anything.''
The young man shivered, but when she gave him an inviting look he complied, moaning as he spoke. ''Everything...''
She leaned down, slowing her hips just so she could whisper into his ear. ''Tell me. Right now, c'mon.''
He obeyed, voice soft against her ear. ''I wanna eat you out... I wanna hold you down and do it with me on top... bend you over... push you against the wall... pull you into the shower and do it there... feel you use your boobs and give me a titfuck... grind on you until I cum...''
Calliope shivered, his softly-spoken words planting so very many images in her mind, each one lewder than the last. Her body felt hotter and she could imagine him doing all those things to her, holding her body down or bending it over in different ways as he plunged into her sex – the imaginary thoughts amplified by the thick shaft that she was currently impaling herself on, her moans becoming louder and more needy as she kept riding him, her vaginal walls squeezing him tightly.
The hands on her breasts left, grabbing her waist once more and yanking her down onto his cock. The way his cock throbbed against her smothering walls forewarned of his mounting orgasm, only hastening Calliope's movements as she impaled herself onto him, moaning her heart out as she felt her mind be consumed by the tingling, engulfing warmth, a tight pressure forming within her and rapidly becoming too intense for her to resist.
And then in an instant, as the young man bucked his waist up and slammed into her tight sex, Calliope saw white. ''Ah~!''
Orgasmic bliss rushed through Calliope in an instant and she tensed up, back arching – and then cried out as the young man exploded inside of her; thick, gushing ropes of cum splattering against her seizing inner walls and painting her insides white, the heat of his seed intense and only prolonging her own orgasm, her hips buckling as she rode out the pleasurable creampie.
''Mm! Mn~! Hah~!'' Bucking her hips a little more Calliope wrung out every last drop of pleasure she could squeeze from their union, before all at one her orgasm ended – a harsh breath exhaled from her lungs as she nearly went slack on top of him, breasts pressing against his chest and head resting against his. ''Ahh...''
For a long few moments they stayed like that, bodies flush together and laboured breaths escaping them... when Calliope realised they weren't escaping him at all. Planting her hands on his chest the Grim Reaper sat upright, gazing down at her – and a soft expression crossed her breathless visage as she realised he'd stopped breathing. Seems like one powerful climax was too much for his heart to handle; his heart giving out from the strain.
Biting her bottom lip Calliope raised her hips up, mewling as his cock slipped out of her sex and shivering at the feeling of his seed slowly leaking out of her, prompting the pink-haired reaper to hurriedly grab her panties and pull them up her legs, slapping the waistband back against her hips. Modesty somewhat restored she manifested her scythe out of thin air, calming her breathing and gazing down at the motionless body – before swinging.
Rather than cut through his body, however, her scythe merely phased through it – dragging out the orb-like soul within, blue in colouration.
It took just a second or two until the orb spasmed, and then expanded – rapidly taking form over the course of seconds and transforming into an exact look-a-like of his human body, albeit with a ghostly transparency to it. The young man opened his eyes and looked about, confused somewhat, when he looked at her and remembered. Still not saying a word he looked about, his gaze inevitably shifting to the bed where his own body laid, motionless.
''...wow.'' The nameless young man then said. ''So... this is it, huh?''
''Yeah.'' Calliope softly said, lowering her scythe.
The young man nodded, calm despite his imminent fate. ''I see... thank you, for doing this, for me. Even if it lasted only for a little bit... it was one hell of a way to die, aha...''
The Grim Reaper cracked a smile. ''Mm. I had... fun, though. My first time doing that sort of thing.''
''Really? Hah, I'm honoured...'' He chuckled sheepishly.
Calliope nodded, meandering the soft few paces closer to him, her bare feet touching the carpet underfoot – before she cupped his cheek with her free hand and pulled him into a kiss. It was more intimate than those before it, eyes fluttered shut as she lured him into it and both dragged it out, and only parting when their lungs ran out of air to continue it.
''Goodbye.'' Calliope then breathed a bit sadly, stepping back. ''May you find peace wherever you end up.''
The young man just smiled, looking fondly at her even as she reared her scythe back – and then swung, cleaving his spiritual form in half and passing it on to the next world. The lingering blue wisps faded in moments; and soon, he was gone. Like he'd never existed.
''Hah...'' Calliope sighed, an ache in her heart, but she pushed it down. Though their time was short but intimate, she was still on the clock as it were. She couldn't afford to be dragged down by what-ifs and could-be romances.
Shifting slightly she slid her negligee back on into place, scythe disappearing from her hand, and allowing her to slide it down to her pelvis, almost able to feel the heat within her.
At least in one way, a part of him would live on, she thought with a tiny smile.
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