'Undertaker, please don't give up. I need your help. I don't want to spend my life as a demon's whore. I need you to save me from that. Please.' You can feel tears falling steadily from your eyes, the reality of the situation hitting you moments too late. Even though you've chosen to leave Sebastian, Undertaker seems to stand no chance against the demon.

That doesn't stop a smirk forming on the reaper's face. 'It would be an honour.' In an instant, Undertaker manages to use his legs to kick Sebastian away, the demon knife clattering to the floor unceremoniously.

Before Sebastian can even thing about retrieving his weapon, Undertaker is on him, delivering hit after hit with a precise focus that you've never seen before. It seems as if he can read Sebastian's mind, as he somehow manages to block blows within a second of his opponent trying to deal them.

It takes a little under two minutes for Undertaker to completely overpower Sebastian, the reaper pinning the demon to the floor.

Undertaker really is quite the capable fighter.

With Sebastian adequately subdued, Undertaker turns to face you. 'What would you have me do with this noxious beast?' You're tempted to suggest emasculation, but something about the way Sebastian is now soon puts paid to that idea. For the first time since you first met him, he looks… human, full of vulnerability and fear. Undertaker could kill him in an instant, and he'd have no way of preventing it.

He's become the one thing that he's always thought of you; pathetic.

With those thoughts in mind, you saunter over to Undertaker with a suitable punishment in mind. 'Spare his life. I want him to live with this defeat for the rest of his regrettably long life. I want him to see how wonderful my life is without him, and cower in fear every time he tries to disrupt it. Let that be his punishment, for all that I have suffered at his hands.' Despite being satisfied with your answer, you can't resist giving Sebastian a quick kick of your own, one aimed directly at his crotch.

Undertaker wastes no time considering if your choice is a suitable one; he removes himself from Sebastian to give him room to stand, humiliation etched beautifully on the demon's face.

There seems to be an undercurrent of mirth in Undertaker's words as he speaks. 'Well, aren't you a lucky demon? As much as I'd love to see you removed from this world, it is not my choice to make tonight. If you should ever try to harm this woman again though, I shall make it my choice. Now, why don't you scurry on back to your master? I'm sure you have boots to lick clean tonight.' You find yourself snickering, and Sebastian makes for the door in a hurry, his pride clearly wounded.

Wounded pride aside though, Sebastian can't help but leave you with a few choice words of his own. 'You'll return to me soon enough, begging me to take you back. You're nothing but a whore, and no one will ever think anything more of you. Why do you think Undertaker has been so willing to help you? He only wants what's between your legs, just as I do. The only real difference is that he can offer you nothing in the way of incentive. I would have given you the world; now all you'll ever have is pocket change.' He leaves the room with a growl, slamming the door shut loud enough to wake the dead.

You hope that this is the last time you'll see him.

With Sebastian out if the picture, Undertaker scoops you into his arms, cradling you tightly against his chest. He does his best to arrange your tattered robes into something less immodest, but to little avail; his old robe is little more than scraps now.

Taking in the full scale of the damage with his eyes, Undertaker shoots you an apologetic smile. 'I fear you're in for a cold journey home. Unless you have anything here you'd like to take with us?' You shake your head vehemently; you don't want any reminders of this dreadful prison room. 'Very well. At least I'll be able to warm you up when we get back. If you still want me to, that is. If not, well, there may still be time to find someone else. It's up to you I suppose.' As if you want to spend anymore time with that demon's influence inside you. You need to be rid of it quickly, and Undertaker is the single best choice you have.

Feeling bold, you make sure that at least one of Undertaker's eyes is out of his face as you answer him. 'Undertaker, the moment we get back to yours, I want you to push me up against the most convenient surface you can find, and end this curse. No fuss, no ceremony. Just take away all of Sebastian's essence so I can be free of him at last.' You cling to Undertaker's robes, preparing yourself to leave; you know from experience that his trip is going to be a rough one.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Undertaker holds you close to him, and begins walking over to the window. 'If that's what you want, I won't deny you. I will promise you one thing though; by sunrise, you'll be free of Sebastian forever.' Right now, that sounds like heaven, but you know it'll be more involved than that; you'll have to sleep with a man you barely know to get there.

As Undertaker begins carrying you towards his shop, you begin to wonder how he'll do this. Will he really just shove you against the wall the moment you get inside, or will he actually take you to bed? Maybe he'll reveal some kind of secret fetish, and take you in a coffin instead. As uncomfortable as that would be, you'll take anything he'll give you. After all, he won the duel with Sebastian; you're his now. He can do as he wishes.

You only hope he's not as cruel about it as Sebastian was.

Undertaker forgoes the front entrance in favour of sneaking back in through his bedroom window, the same one Sebastian had broken in order to steal you away. You'll have to remind him about the latch in the morning…

When you're both safely inside, Undertaker lays you down gently on the bed, before getting up to shut the window as best he can.

With that task done, he walks back over to you, his eyes scanning your body briefly before speaking. 'So, I think the bed is a convenient enough surface. How would you like to do this? I mean, obviously I'll have to finish inside of you to disrupt the ritual, but there are options. We could do it mostly clothed if that would help? I could take you on your hands and knees so you don't need to look at me? Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it. I am but a tool at your disposal; use me how you will.' For a moment, you think that you really could learn to love this man in time. Perhaps in the morning you could discuss the idea of a proper courtship with him? For now though…

You sit up slightly on the bed, sliding the remains of your robes from your body. You hold Undertaker's stare the whole time, a coy smile playing on your lips.

It only grows wider when you notice the bulge in Undertaker's robes.

Trying your best to sound confident, you lay back on the bed before speaking, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at your soon-to-be lover. 'I'd like us both naked, if that's alright. I'd also like to be on my back for the duration; Sebastian was all too fond of getting me on my knees.' Truthfully, you're just hoping to catch a glimpse at Undertaker's face again; just because he won't be trying to get you off tonight, doesn't mean you can't store a mental picture of him for future use; if you're going to masturbate to anyone, it may as well be the man who saved you from a demon.

Undertaker nods once before removing his robe, and you can't help but gasp as you realise that he wears nothing underneath!

When the robe is off, and Undertaker notices your shocked look, you're sure you can see a blush forming on his cheeks. 'Well, it was almost bed time. I hate wearing underwear to bed. I hate wearing anything in fact, but I figured that you'd probably freak out if one night you came to find me, only to discover me stark naked in a coffin!' He's got a point there. Then again, from what limited vision of his nudity you have in this dark bedroom, you think you'd have made a decision much faster if you did find him in such a position.

With nothing further to say, you spread your legs wide, hoping Undertaker will get the message. It seems to register with him instantly, as he sits himself down at the end of the bed. He doesn't just hover over you and slam it in as you thought he would though. Instead, he takes his creating a long line of kisses that starts at one of your ankles, and ends up finishing at your neck. His kisses are so delicate they become almost painful, a stark contrast to Sebastian's roughness.

Having his mouth your neck means that Undertaker is now lined up with your opening, but he still hasn't slipped himself inside.

Well, not the part of him you were expecting him to, at least.

With little warning, you feel two of Undertaker's enter you simultaneously, the man taking care not you scratch you as he glides them in and out of your channel, clearly trying to stretch your entrance a little.

You grab onto Undertaker's hair as he continues to work you with his fingers, crying out something in desperation. 'Why… why bother stimulating me? I just need you insi- ah!' His fingers brush again something that makes you moan aloud, the sensation unexpected.

Undertaker grows a response into the soft flesh of your neck. 'As much as this is about you, this is also the only chance I'll get to have a woman as beautiful as you underneath me; I only wish to make sure you remember it as well as I know I will.' Okay, you're definitely going to request courtship after this. Unless he's only saying those things to get your guard down, so he can treat you as Sebastian did…

Your lover's fingers leave your body as suddenly as they arrived, but are soon replaced by something a lot less sharp.

Before he pushes in completely, Undertaker gives you a kiss on the lips, sliding into you as you melt underneath him.

Undertaker sets a steady pace, one that suits you just fine; as long at it ends the ritual, that's all that matters. One thing you have noticed though is just how different he feels from Sebastian. Your former demonic 'lover' had delighted in using his shapeshifting powers to engorge his length slightly, seemingly determined to stuff your body as fully as possible. Undertaker has no such demonic powers, which actually works in his favour on this occasion; there's something about the way he feels inside you that seems so… right. He seems to fit your body like a lock to a key, which turns you on more than you'd like to admit.

Speaking of turning people on, Undertaker starts rubbing your clit between thrusts, clearly trying to get you off. You're about to tell him not to bother, when his efforts bare fruit; you can already feel the tender shoots of an orgasm taking root in your body.

Apparently noticing the subtle shift in your body, Undertaker redoubles his efforts, seemingly paying close attention to which action gets what reaction. Within mere moments you find your body begging for release, desperate for that one last thing to push you over the edge.

Undertaker grabs one of your legs and hooks it over his shoulder, which turns it to be your undoing; the change in angle rubs you just the right way, and you fall apart beneath him, crying out into the night.

While you're lost in the throws of pleasure, Undertaker reaches his own climax, and begins dutifully filling you with his essence, the effects of the ritual already starting to lessen as he pumps more and more into you.

When you're both finally spent, Undertaker briefly collapses on top of you before rolling over, giving you the space he must assume you need. He waits for a few seconds in order to catch his breath before he sits up, and looks down at your stomach.

Undertaker's gaze then reaches your eyes, a huge grin on his face.

'It's gone.'

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Six months have passed since that faithful night, and life is finally beginning to look up.

For starters, Undertaker had given you use of his room once more, telling you that you were welcome to stay under the same conditions as before, no strings attached. You'd agreed of course, but on one condition; that he at least considered courting you.

Needless to say, he didn't consider it for very long.

After a month of dates both public and private, it's safe to say that you fell for the eccentric reaper. Sure, he can be strange at times, but compared to Sebastian; you'll take strange and stable over charming and unpredictable.

After all, you need stability right now.

See, it turns out that having unprotected sex leads to a lot more than rituals being disrupted; it also has a habit of leading to pregnancy. Suffice it to say you'd been terrified of telling Undertaker about the baby, a terror that was ultimately unfounded.

All he'd done in response had given you a firm hug, and promise you that he'd give you all the support that you need.

A promise that he's so far kept remarkably well.

Not once has he ever demanded any kind of paternal rights, nor has he insisted that you share a bed. Instead, he's made it abundantly clear that you're the one who gets to make the decisions regarding his unborn child, and has been working day and night to provide you with as many comforts as possible.

One such comfort is the extra pillows he purchased to place on his desk chair, the place you're currently sat. You like sitting in Undertaker's shop with him. It gives you time to get to know each other better, something that most expectant parents do long before the baby is actually made. Still, at least he's actually taken an interest. He could have just thrown you out when you him…

You're so lost in your thoughts that you jump a little when you hear his voice a few inches away from you. 'Hello? Dearie? I've been asking you if you'd like a cup of tea for the last minute or so. Are you not feeling well? Would you like me to shut up shop and draw you a bath?' As much as you're actually feeling fine, you do love the idea of a bath, and Undertaker is an absolute wizard at drawing them. Still, lying to get your own way isn't exactly a nice thing to do…

You give him a soft smile. 'I'm fine, honestly I am. I'm just reminiscing about our time together is all.' And what sweet reminiscing it is…

Undertaker grins. 'You have? Are they good things?' You roll your eyes at him; that's a silly question.

Instead of answering his question however, you ask one of your own, one that has only just occurred to you. 'What am I to you?' It's a loaded question, one you're dreading hearing the answer to, but a question that you needed to ask nonetheless; you need to know where your life is going from here.

Undertaker seems to take a moment of consideration before answering. 'Well, first and foremost I'd consider you a friend. After that, and in no particular order I should add, you're also the mother of my unborn child, the woman I saved from a demon… the woman I've fallen in love with, and the one person who I'd hate to lose. Well, one of two I suppose. Or is it one and a half?' You internally breathe a sigh of relief; that was the answer you were hoping for.

Hesitantly, you push your lips up to meet Undertaker's, relishing the feeling of their softness against you. It's not the first kiss you've shared since that night six months ago (you have been courting, after all; it would be unnatural not to sneak in the occasional kiss) but this one feels different. It feels like a promise between lovers, one that you intend to keep for a very long time.

Pulling back, you look Undertaker straight in the eyes. 'I'd like you to start sharing the bed with me, if you want. I mean, I can't do anything overly physical for the next few months, but after tha-' Undertaker cuts you off with a kiss, both of his hands coming up to caress your face.

When he pulls away, he's wearing a grin that seems to cover his entire face. 'It would be an honour.' He brings you in for another kiss, and it you end up losing yourself in it, but not before thinking one last thought;

If anyone can pick up the broken pieces of your life, it's him.