"Wake up."
Luis groaned, curling in on himself, everything was sore, like he'd been run over by a train, or fell...off a building…
His eyes shot open, sitting up quickly, he came face to face with..himself?
Someone wearing his face, a look of disdain he'd never worn, crouching into a half frog squat. The person who was not-him scoffed, unimpressed.
"What a subpar body, but you didn't die so quickly, so I suppose that counts for something."
He winced at the voice, like nails on a chalkboard, coming out of not-him's mouth. "Who are you?" part of him wondered whether it was wise to question someone who sounded like an eldrtich horror having loud sex.
Not-him's face turned annoyed now, they cleared their throat, "Excuse you, but my voice is perfectly fine, unlike you, who sounds like a dying cat."
Dying cat?! "I'll have you know people said my voice was that of an angels!" "Ugh stop talking, your little rat voice is giving me a headache."
He glared at the person now, who stood up from their squat, "Not that it matters now, your body will change soon. You'll be reincarnated shortly, thank the gods for that, I can't stand how short you are."
They gave him a side eye, "Unless, of course, you'd rather have another option. You held out admirably, I admit. Not many humans can live a full two hours after taking a swan dive, and not a wail of agony left your lips either. Most would say it's impossible."
Not-him turned to him and gave him a grin, "The others, however, would comment on how it's almost disappointing you didn't last longer. Fortunately for you, I'm feeling generous."
He looked confused, as not-him produced a dagger out of thin air, scratch that- this whole situation confused him. "Are you listening to me?" Not-him snapped their fingers. "Here's the deal, you can either cut my palm, and drink my life essence, or, you can slit your own throat, and you'll enter the reincarnation cycle. So, which is it?"
He licked his chapped lips, mostly out of habit, as he looked at the ornate dagger in thought, "What happens if I drink?" Not-him chuckled, "You'll just have to find out, won't you?"
Well, it wasn't as if he'd have anything to lose, he couldn't go back, and staying here, if it was even possible, didn't seem like it'd be a very smart choice in the long run. He stood up, and walked to not-him with faux confidence.
He took the dagger, and cut not-him's palm. The blood, supposed to be red, was an inky black, darker than he'd ever seen. He debated his options, and drank. It was sticky, not tasting like copper, but instead like the rose-water Sister Lucy would sneak him after dark.
It slid down his throat with the same consistency of pure syrup, and he struggled to breathe afterwards. He amused himself with the thought of if it was possible to die of a closed throat even after death.
"Hmm, that's an interesting thought, I'll have to ask my brethren, next time I see them." He jumped, looking back to not-him. Their hair was slowly changing, gold locks losing its color, to a bright, glowing white, and growing down their back. Pale skin turned gray, and baby blues were a deep purple.
Not-him turned gray man frowned, "Hmm, maybe, but too short still." a dull pain skittered up his legs and back like a spider, and while he was facing Gray man, their face turned more defined, sharper cheekbones, more pointed ears, smoother hair.
Gray man smirked, "Much better, don't you think?" He looked at Gray man, then himself, and startled. His palms were bigger, nails longer, skin just as gray as the man standing in front of him.
Glowing white tresses spilled over his bent neck, brushing against his naked arm. His hair-! It was long, and smooth, kissing the floor in pools of shiny white-gold. He also noticed his own nudity, and blushed hotly, a blue flush also spreading across Gray-man's neck and ears.
Gray man huffed, "Will you stop that? I don't like blushing. Get over it human, we're both naked." He put his face in his palms and sat down, covering himself with his own hair. A strangled noise of embarrassment escaped him, the sound a much deeper tone than his own.
"Wh-what? Why?" Shuffling from above, and his hair was being tugged softly, "Why I don't like blushing? Makes me seem unprofessional, as for why you're like this? You drank my essence. You're my vassel now, congratulations."
His left hand was moved, and a sharp nail traced his cheek, it smarted as if he'd been slapped, the shock of it opened his eyes. And on the Gray man's own left cheek, a symbol bloomed. An upside down spade shown like a face tattoo, right below the eye, and taking up the space of his upper cheek.
"It's nice, I suppose. To have a vassal after so long, I'll undoubtedly get more work done. If only you weren't such a shy human, we'd probably get things done quicker. Alas, it seems it wasn't to be."
He yelped as he was torn off the ground, and held bridal carry into Gray-man's arms. "Quit calling me that, you're gray too!" The man huffed, "If you must call me names, call me Master, or My Love, or Thana."
He resisted the urge to blanch, "What's with the term of endearment, what am I? Your husband?!"
Thana seemed to perk up with cheer, "Why, how very astute of you, my dear. Yes! I only share my essence with my next partner, so of course, that would mean you. Congratulations, you're married to one of the Twelve Avatars of death!"
Thana said it cheerily, as if it was something to be proud of. "B-But I'm not gay!" Thana snorted, "Your soul begs to differ. I take on the gender of the preferred preference of lover. If you liked women, I'd be a female version of you, if you liked men...well, you get the idea." He fiddled with Thana's hair, the dull light of their surroundings made way to a cobblestone hall, tall with gargoyle-esque accents.
"That seems heavily flawed, what about people who like both, or none, or a lot of different types?" Thana shrugged, "Depends, I've only ever encountered one person of both tastes however, and the gender never changed, until I confirmed my own gender, which I was told to never do again, so I suppose it's a mixed bag, or something that rather has to do with them being attracted to me personally then it does with simply trying to make the vassel more comfortable."
They came upon a room, large and draped in purple finery. The bed shimmered with silks and furs, and he was unceremoniously tossed onto it. He could confirm, it was indeed soft as it looked. Thana crawled from the side, resting just shy of on top of him. "Now, the last step is consummation, then your place will be solidified at my side, the question is, do you want it?"
He blushed again, Thana like a mirror, his blue blush worse than before, but he didn't seem to mind. He closed his eyes, and thought, what the hell, he'd already gone this far, and nodded. His opened eyes were greeted with a grin, "Very well, then I will endeavor to convince you, why you should start calling my My love, instead."
There were no clothes to be torn off, not that he thought Thana would, he didn't seem like it. His soft kisses upon his throat spoke of a gentle lover. Hands identical to his own threaded their fingers together, as Thana's own body pressed more solidly to his own.
Thana made his way down Luis' collar bones, down to his chest, blowing luke-warm air onto his right nipple. One of Thana's hands gave his left nipple a little attention, pinching and rubbing, while the right was given a soft bite, and then a lick in apology.
Luis, being a crippling virgin before his death, stood no chance to Thana's ministrations. Whining in the back of his throat, his back arched, chest pushing against Thana's mouth, legs trying to curve. Thana bit again, harder this time, while his right nipple was pinched, and then twisted. Luis shut his eyes tight and groaned, his cock nestled against Thana's belly stiffening with attention, fully hard in seconds.
Thana trailed kisses over to the right, giving the same attention to his right nipple, while the left, puffy and shining with spit, was harshly pulled. Luis bit his bottom lip, air coming in quicker, his pelvis grinding against Thana of its own violation.
A deep chuckle, "So responsive, and I can't say it doesn't please me that my new husband is untouched even in his past life." A kiss to his lips, when did Thana move? His mouth, soft and pliant, was nudged open with a tongue, hot and wet, greeting his own.
His own inexperience quickly made it spit slick and messy, but Thana never gave any indication of annoyance at the drool dribbling down his chin and neck. A hand previously playing with a puffy nub made it down to his belly, and simply rubbed below his navel, never reaching lower, as Thana busied himself with biting his bottom lip, sucking a little harsher than previous.
Hot breath shared with him, his chest was left alone in favor of Thana's other hand tapping his left cheek, "So pretty, the mark on your cheek makes you look so, so, beautiful." His words were punctuated with a kiss, chaste and sweet. Fingers edged to his mouth, dipping inside and pressing down on his tongue. He hummed around them, lips closing around the two digits. Thana rubbed his cheek against Luis' neck, and then sucked just below the jaw. The sudden pleasure had him jolting, making a squeal as his body tensed.
"Such a responsive husband, so pretty for me." The words made his brain fog, wet fingers popped from his mouth, and reached down, past his vision. "Ah! A-h." A single digit rubbed against his hole, circular motions, as a leg was put in a crooked elbow. He winced at the slight intrusion, toes slightly curling. Thana pulled his calf up and kissed his ankle in apology. The finger pushed in deeper, rubbing in back and forth motions, and he lost himself in the repetitive actions.
It no longer hurt, and he could only just get used to it before the second joined, and it was only slightly uncomfortable, and then the fingers bent in a certain way that had his spine curving all over again. "AH-ooh, oooh." The fingers rubbing in little circles. Spikes of pleasure tingled up his pelvis, and precome trickled out of his cock like a fountain.
He gave a cry in relief as those fingers withdrew, he slumped back into the bedsheets. He was turned over, limbs too lax to fight back, not that he would, could ever imagine fighting back against Thana at the moment.
A pillow from the head of the bed was grabbed, set under his hips, he whined when his cock was pulled back between his spread and bent legs, to sit on the pillow keeping his ass upright. He was given no thought of seeking any friction, before a tongue descended upon his opening, and a high moan was pulled from his throat, eyes rolling up into lids.
"Ngh, Ugh, Mngh-uhhghh. Ah!" sounds were torn from his lips effortlessly as Thana delved his tongue in deep with two fingers to help. Luis gripped at the silks mindlessly, back squirming and legs spreading wider.
"Mnh-ah, p-please! Ple-suuhhhnnnhh." Fingers bullied that spot inside him, making his hips quiver, again, and again and again, before he arched his back and threw his head up, lips formed around a wail. "THANA!" And he was cumming, sullying the sheets and pillow below. He dropped back into the bed, panting for breath.
His back was rubbed soothingly, while Thana withdrew, and he moaned weakly at the sensitivity. "So cute, you came for me so quickly, didn't even resist." His shoulder blades were kissed, and a warm feeling curled in his belly at the praise.
"Do you think you can give me another, Love?" The words were cooed at him while his back was massaged, and while he should say no, the way his body was reacting said yes, yes he could go again. He nodded, sighing.
"You'll need to use your words Love, come on now, you can do it can't you, talk to me." Thana murmured against the back of his neck, and the fog faded just a little, "Yes, Thana, please." Warm hands stroked along his sides, and another kiss on his upturned cheek in reward. "So polite, such a good boy."
Thana's warm body pulled from his, whimpering at the loss, he tried to sit up, "Ah ah, hold on, I won't leave you for long." A hand pushed him back down slowly, while another parted his cheeks. The sound of spit gathering in a mouth, and the wet sounds of rubbing. Virgin he may be- but he recognized those same sounds that he made as a young teen in the middle of the night when he was especially frustrated.
The head of Thana's cock nudged against his hole, and he groaned in half pain, half pleasure. "Shhh", Thana gently shushed him, "It'll feel good in a minute, I promise." The head nudged past his puffy, spit dripping rim, and soon the slick slide only belonging to warm saliva made the way easier. As Thana bottomed out, hands rubbed gently at his upturned hips, and a knee nudged his legs a little wider.
The torchlight of the room gave him a small glimpse of the sweaty expanse of Thana's chest, as Thana leaned back down and hugged him from behind, enveloping him in warmth. He moaned, rubbing back against Thana. "There we go, such a good boy, I told you I'd be back didn't I? Look at how sensitive your new body is." Thana grinded down against Luis' pelvis, moving them both.
The friction and the heat all had him hard again, he let out a punched out whine as Thana moved back a bit, before thrusting in shallowly. He pushed back, begging, "Please, please it's not enough, please Thana." a hand gripped his hip, keeping him still, as Thana took that as the signal to be rougher.
"Look at that, so polite, and so needy too, you say please with such ease." Thana's balls slapped against his perineum with the force of his thrusts. "I thought all humans were all so shy, but just look at you," Thana petted his hair, pulling the stray strands back over to the side and out of the way, mixing with Thana's own pile, "You take to this so quickly, begging so easily, like you were made to be mine."
Thana tipped his chin to face him, and Luis could finally see Thana's face since he'd been turned over, and saw that it had changed once again. The mark was no longer there, instead blemish free, and eyes a pretty green, flecking in shade as Thana took in his face in turn, twisted in pleasure, drool dripping from his chin and eyes trying valiantly not to roll up into lids.
"Such a beautiful look upon your face, you blush so easily." And he was kissed again, as the thrusts turned into rough fucking. His noises were now a constant echo in the room, Thana pulling back to hoist his hips up, knees no longer touching the bed, and he couldn't do a thing but take it. That spot inside him that made him see stars was being nailed over and over now, and Luis felt himself clench up, and could feel the slide of skin intimately now.
"Nhg, So tight, so warm, so wonderful. When we first talked, I thought you'd be brat to tame, but instead." Thana suddenly stopped, dropping his lower half back on the bed, and Luis couldn't fathom the stop in friction, fucking himself back on Thana's cock, a litanty of pleas and Thana's own name leaving his lips.
"Look at that, look at how you spear yourself back on my cock so dutifully, and you beg so easily, that I can't help but feel like your little attitude is nothing but an act, for how." a hard thrust, "Sweet." thrust, "You." thrust, "Are." thrust. "In bed." Luis sobbed loudly, cumming again, and above him Thana groaned, pushing deep as he could go and grinding in small movements, cum gushing deep into Luis.
Luis blinked languidly, thoughts slow in the aftershocks of orgasm. He hummed in response to Thana's neck rub. He closed his eyes, falling half asleep in exhaustion. Thana pulled out slowly, fluid dripping down his legs.
The rest was a blur, he was picked up again, tucked against a damp neck, long hair covering his body as they hit the cold air of the halls.
"....Me….warm bath." The sharp words pulled him out of his slumber minutely, but not loudly enough to rouse him fully. What seemed like hours later, he was submerged to the neck in a steaming hot bath. A soft wet cloth rubbed at his face, his nose, down his neck. At one point he felt fingers scooping out the cum in his ass, he remembered a distant wimper, and Thana's gentle shushing and soothing praises.
When he woke up enough to open his eyes again, he was nestled against the large cleavage of Thana, who no longer resembled him, rather than a man large enough to dwarf him, attested by the hand that completely swallowed his own next to his face.
Hair more silver than white tickled his chin, and he grumbled and snuggled deeper into Thana's side. Thana, presumably awake, curled onto his side and tucked clean silk sheets around his bare shoulders.
He murmured nonsensically and fell back asleep.