A/N: The following is taken from an NSFW roleplay between me and my friend Laney months ago.

Kissing La Muerte was a divine experience. After centuries of not tasting those sweet, sugary lips, Xibalba felt like he was going to burst. His wings were spread wide, his heart racing, his mind in a frenzy – she forgave him, she still loved him, she wanted to still be with him – and all he could do was wrap his arms around her waist, pull her close.

La Muerte felt a heat in her body. A brief yet hot sensation, feeling her husband's hands rest on her rump. He had touched her many times, but that had been before the split – and to feel him again, to taste him again… his bittersweet yet irresistible taste and his touch, it made her yearn.

For what felt like centuries, she had not lain in bed with him. For centuries, she hadn't been touched, kissed or ravaged by her own husband. And though she hadn't admitted until now, she had missed him… more than anything.

But it seemed the goddess' thoughts would have to wait. The yearn for carnal intimacy would be on hold, as the tar god pulled away from their kiss.

"After the festivities?" Xibalba asked, and La Muerte knew exactly what he was implying.

"Yes," she answered, without any hesitation.

"At your castle or mine?"

"My— our castle."

After all, her home was his, and his home was hers. They shared everything together, despite their own selfish desires at times. Husband and wife, always entwined—and now, bound forever…without any chance of parting.

Her castle is the same as he last remembered it. It's hardly changed, just as she has hardly changed.

La Muerte snapped her fingers, and the lights dim. Xibalba felt nervous suddenly while his wife, on the other hand, was eager.

"It's…been a while," he said slowly, gulping. She gave him those eyes— shining, suggestive and seductive— and he felt so weak. How could he measure up? He hadn't lain with her since… "I don't really know if I can—"

She grabbed his hand. "Balby…"

There it was— the nickname she always used for him. He looked at her.

"You'll be fine, just as you always were."

He swallowed a lump in his throat. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

"You won't—"

Xibalba cupped La Muerte's face. "I've been cruel…to you especially."

She shook her head. "I've already forgiven you," she whispered, touching his hand with hers.

"But I'm afraid of myself."

"You shouldn't be! You're wonderful-"

"I'm hideous." And unworthy, disgraceful, and—

La Muerte stroked her husband's beard. Xibalba shuddered at the sensations he felt from it. She knew how to make him break.

The goddess giggled. Sweet laughter.

He leaned in. She closed the distance. Xibalba noted how La Muerte tasted of sugar and cherries. How she tasted of summers and valentine evenings. How she tasted perfect. He pulled her closer to relish the sensation.

La Muerte stroked her husband's neck. Xibalba couldn't help himself, and he squeezed his wife's rump.

She gasped. "Balby!"

He picked her up.

She smiled. "What are you planning?~"

Xibalba placed La Muerte on the bed. She looked up at him. He merely grinned.

"Oh, Balby!"

He undid her gown and tossed it aside. All she had now was a black bra and panties, which made his groin feel hard. The tar god grabbed the sugar goddess' breasts and squeezed them, eliciting a moan from her.

"Aahh…"

Xibalba removed his robes and crown, until he had only his undergarments. La Muerte ogled at the mostly naked form of her king.

"Muertita…"

"Balby…"

He removed his undergarments, revealing his neon green cock, already erect. She smiled at this.

"You are eager, it seems."

"Why yes, my dear."

La Muerte beckoned him to her. Xibalba obliged and moved closer to his beloved wife. He gently removed her bra and panties. The goddess began to touch herself, rubbing her clit slowly. She bit back moans as her nethers throbbed, aching for her husband's length.

Xibalba kissed his wife's neck, his tongue lightly dragging across her sugary skin. La Muerte closed her eyes, mewling as she relished his touch.

Xibalba stopped abruptly, his own cock throbbing. He needed to be inside her, especially after it had been so long since—

The tar god positioned his length at the goddess' entrance. She looked up at him.

His old name, from when he had been a mere angel knight who arrived with the conquistadors, it slipped from her tongue. "Esteban—"

Xibalba thrust his penis inside of La Muerte's vagina. She gasped at the sudden feeling, his cock rammed inside her.

"Don't call me Esteban," he hissed. He loved her, worshipped her, but that part of his past was something he wanted to move on from.

She bit her lip. "Y-yes, Xibalba…" she whispered, legs trembling. She felt overwhelmed by her cunt's inner walls squeezing around his member. It had been too long since they'd done this, and- gods, her sensories couldn't focus right!

He smirked. "Now that's more like it~"

"Fuck me," La Muerte begged. "Fuck me until I can't stay awake tonight!"

Xibalba began to move, slowly at first, and then faster, more desperate. Deep and powerful, his wife was almost unused to it now. It felt almost like it was her honeymoon again.

It hadn't taken long for her to warm up to him again though. She began her chorus of moans, sweet sounds erupting from her throat. His hands were all over her and his insistent rhythm built something in her. Her body melted in his hold, moving easily with his motions.

"I missed you, mi amor," he grunted, as he neared his climax. He felt ready to bust any second.

"Your dick is so big," she gasped out. It hit her sweet spot repeatedly, and her vaginal walls squeezed tighter around him.

"I- I know…"

"Please, come inside me—!"

At her request, he released his load within her, filling her cunt with his semen. She fell back as she came to her own climax, squirting juices that mixed with her beloved's seed.

Xibalba admired his work with a grin. "You look perfect...with my seed~"

La Muerte breathed in and out, a faint smile on her lips. "I'd take it all night if I could~"

Xibalba pulled out, watching as some fluids leaked from his wife's pussy.

"Muertita...?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you..."

"Balby…"

"...for loving me."

"Perhaps …"

"What are you...?"

"...we could...try..." he trailed off.

La Muerte caught onto what he was implying. "A…baby?"

Xibalba nodded.

La Muerte was stunned. "I thought you didn't want a-"

"I- I want to have a family with you," Xibalba admitted. "I thought we'd have had one on our wedding night."

La Muerte kissed him suddenly. Xibalba's immediate response was to wrap his wings around her.

"Don't leave me," she asked of him.

"I won't," he assured her. She hugged him. "I wouldn't leave you for anything."

"I want you to stay here in my land," La Muerte said slowly. "My home is yours. But…you have to promise me-"

"What? Anything – I'll do anything you ask of me. Just tell me," Xibalba said quickly. He had a chance with her still, and he wasn't going to throw it away.

"To stop…your old ways. To stop interfering with the affairs of men," she said.

"Fine." He pouted. "But what will I—" She stroked his cheek. He sighed. "It's hard not to mess with them."

"You can…mess with me~" La Muerte offered, a sultry tone in her voice. "You can do whatever you want."

Xibalba grinned excitedly. "You mean it?" The thought was too good to be true.

"Yes," La Muerte answered, smiling at him. "You don't need to mess with humans to be happy." He smiled eagerly, and she blushed. "You just need a little attention, then you won't need anything else."

Xibalba began to rub his wife's clit. "Then this pussy is mine," he declared. "You're mine."

"Balby—!" she tried to speak up.

"Mine!" he growled. "Since I can't mess with humans anymore…"

He moved forward, dipping his cock back into her cunt, spreading her open once more. Filling her so fully again. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Balby, I'm - I'm coming again-"

La Muerte felt a relief as her cunt squirted out juices. Xibalba's orgasm followed soon after, and he pulled out and released some of his seed upon her belly.

She bit her lip and sat up. "Ay, Xibalba…"

"Muertita…" He wrapped an arm around her.

"What will we do if I get pregnant?"

"...we'll prepare..."

"But what if it-"

"If it what?"

"What if I can't get pregnant?"

Xibalba stopped. He hadn't thought of that scenario. "We haven't tried that much..." He pulled his wife closer.

"And what if I cant be a good mother?" La Muerte went on.

"Nonsense," he dismissed that thought quickly. "You'd be a great mother. You're already so good with kids-"

She hugged him. He wrapped his wings around her again.

"I love you."

"You're too kind to me."

"And you're a beast," La Muerte snorted. A sad look briefly flashed across her face as she glanced at his wings. "You were burnt-"

"I wanted to protect you," Xibalba reminded her.

"And that snake of yours..."

"My snake form would've caused harm if I kept it in me, and I did it so you wouldn't be reminded of…" he trailed off. Of when my brother killed your sister.

She spotted said serpent curled up in the corner and sighed. "I have to feed it now though-"

"We'll discuss it tomorrow," Xibalba said gently.

La Muerte sighed. "Alright…" She curled up to her husband as they laid in bed, his wings wrapped around both of them. She felt a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time, and it was all thanks to a bet... and forgiveness.

As he heard the sound of his wife dozing off, her gentle breaths and sighs, Xibalba felt complete. He could handle losing the wager, as long as he had his beloved wife back.