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I hovered in my bed with nothing to do like usual, Uncle Dane and the others went to a nearby hotel for the time being, hard to believe my funeral is only a couple days away. Though I find it strange that only Uncle Dane visited so far, I thought I'd see more of my relatives, maybe they live a lot further.

I got tired of staring at the ceiling and sat up, I let out a sigh wondering what to do. I can't interact with or touch anything, I can't speak to anyone, nor can I eat delicious food anymore. I guess I could roam around, but at the same time anything could happen to my parents while I'm away, I don't want to give up the opportunity to speak to them. I decided to float out to our garden instead, taking in the sights of nature to lighten up my mood a little.

I cleared my throat as I remembered waking up with stuffy nostrils and a congested throat whenever spring hit, but even before then I'd have some form of allergies affecting me, another benefit of being a reaper which is a plus I guess...

"Wait..."

'That's right... I have a mouth and a tongue, and I can produce saliva, maybe figuring out this reaper body would be a good idea.' I decided to pool up my saliva in my mouth rather than swallow it like I did automatically. I spat it out, and just like I expected it phased through the ground and likely though the planet, but I could tell where my mind was going.

"No..."

I put my hand over my mouth, pressing my cold skull as I stared blankly to the side. 'Have I opened pandora's box?' I shook my head and convinced myself nothing was going to occur from this, I pooled my saliva in ny mouth again and spat on my left hand, it stuck to it.

"Oh shit..."

I curled my fingers feeling my saliva moisten the soft scales on my palm, why can I still do this as an immortal reaper? Why would I need saliva when I don't have to eat? Does a reapers body stay moist in their own way?

But I could only avoid thinking of the obvious for so long, after all, I'm still a young man even if I'm now dead, or rather immortal. So I stared down at it, my member that has been forever exposed the moment I give away my mortality. Even though I was always in a state of perpetual freezing, my testicles were hanging instead of being shriveled up. 'I can't believe I'm going to do this...'

I grabbed my soft shaft and held it in my right hand, getting a good look since no one could see me anyways. Just like my scales it had also grayed out. It looks no different in shape and size from when I was still alive.

"Damn it!" I phased back into the house with my member in hand as I settled in the center of my room, still just as veiny and thick, but could I get erect? I let out a sigh as I let go my shaft and moved my right hand to my mouth, I let my saliva drip onto my palm.

I grasped my member again and started lubing up my shaft, it glistened as I went from the base to the head, I retracted my foreskin a bit and moistened my head some more. My left hand was still moist, guess reaper saliva takes a lot longer to dry? I let go of my shaft again as I poured more saliva onto my palm, my whole cock was now completely slick.

I held it at the base as it bent to the back of my hand since it was still flaccid, I started stroking without going to the head, unsurprisingly it started getting hard. But was it blood that pooled to it or some other internal bodily substance? Either way, I managed to reach a full erection, it was even throbbing like I still had a heartbeat. In fact I think it's harder than it's ever been, if I was still mortal, it'd probably be hard to a painful degree.

I sorta just stared at it for awhile as it glistened from the moonlight. Usually it'd soften with a lack of stimulus, but it was still just as hard, maybe reapers have more control over their erections? Then again, it could also be the fact that I haven't masturbated since I died, wasn't ever exactly in the mood as I was going through a crisis and all. But was I really ready to get addicted to it again?

"...Fuck it." I continued stroking it, even though I wasn't stroking up to the head I still shuddered from the sheer sensitivity, I let out a moan which I wasn't expecting from myself. But I decided to continue to do so, no one would hear me and come up to my room anyways, I kept my pace slow and steady, squeezing at the base and pumping only the lower quarter of my cock.

I didn't even realize I was panting, even though I didn't experience exertion, my body still had its mortal imprint ingrained in my neural pathways. It only added to the experience though as the stimulus increased, it felt better than I could remember, and I was only stroking the bottom area. I wasn't even visualizing anything in my head, I was just watching my moist cock throb to my strokes.

But maybe it was better not to visualize anything, especially since I can't interact with anyone, at least until I remembered Rose.

Her body language and the way she expressed herself, her way of talking, her reassuring and soft voice as I was dying. It was such an odd experience looking at some nude reaper wolf with no face approach me, seeing her exposed skull with her white wavy hair evoke this unearthly feeling, and yet her presence was so calming.

"S-Shit..." 'Did I really just feel such intense stimulus from my memories of her?'

I didn't even think of her body yet, her fairly thick and muscular thighs covered in short fur and her wide hips adding to her athletic and narrow waist, her folds just all out in the open for me to see. And better yet were her breasts, I feel like my hands could just sink into them, even my big hands would struggle to grasp them, the way her nipples just stared back at me while she likely had no clue I was eyeing her.

As I snapped out of my thoughts I realized I was already close, very close to finding what happens when a reaper ejaculates. I sped up my pace as my body tensed up, as my throbbing cock was ready to blow, and then it happened. I groaned and shuddered as I shot out long and thick ropes of semen or whatever it was, I watched it phase through everything and felt it on my hand as I continued stroking, it was the hardest I ever came and the volume matched it.

As I continued what I thought would be my last strokes I realized I was still just as hard, just as sensitive, and felt like I was ready for another round. Do reapers not have refractory periods? I guess that makes sense since stamina isn't an issue, and pain wasn't an issue either.

With that in mind I continued stroking again, this time stroking the whole length rather than the bottom quarter of it. I arched my back as I started including the head of my penis in my strokes, my foreskin was out of the way since my member is so hard, I grew restless as I kept a fast pace, I'm already close to cumming again.

I never had a back to back orgasm like this, I was moaning loudly as I went over the edge again. I shot another round of ropes across the room and through the floor, cumming just as if not even harder as the first time, the overwhelming stimulation from including my head caused my hips to move involuntarily. My right hand was coated, was it semen or some other substance similar to it? It sure felt like it was semen with how viscous it was, it didn't have an odor though, and I didn't really want to do a taste test.

I looked at my left hand which I spat on awhile ago, the saliva on it barely lost any moisture, if I wanted to I could probably keep going forever... but I decided to stop there and set a limit of sorts. And how was I feeling? Well, quite satisfied rather than feeling drained or getting some sort of post-nut clarity, other than the fact that I thought of Rose which struck at my mind.

'Why her?' But it's obvious in hindsight, her personality and body were just my type, even if she's eons old it'd be strange for me not to be attracted to a body like that. 'What am I even thinking?'

I left Rose because I didn't want to be a reaper anymore, I shouldn't be thinking of her, so why? Was it because she was so willing to help me out? Maybe, but I still haven't gotten over my first soul reaping, I still remember it in graphic detail. His green pleading eyes as he pressed his bleeding stab wound, his dark black fur which seemed to lead my vision into a void, his grip on life loosening in front of me as he fell face first to the earth.

The details covered every corner of my mind like a sudden storm, caught in the memory like a bug adhered to a web, replaying in my head like a broken record over and over. My nonexistent tears and mimicked cries, the unbearable chill that never yields, a spectator. Mortality was a such a fragile thing, did I hate the fact that I'm immortal, or the fact that I'll inevitably witness or know that countless individuals will die as I still remain?

I'm not sure myself, my body was shivering as the cold negativity of my emotions affected me, could I not escape from this single memory? Will I be cursed with it forever? I didn't want to process these thoughts and feelings right now so I looked for an escape, anything to take my mind off that traumatizing moment, then I glanced back down again.

"Yeah... I don't have to watch them die, I don't have to do any of that, Rose said I can do anything I want to."

I wasn't bound by duty or by contract, but was indulging in these unending desires the answer? Probably not, but so what if I'm aware of it? I'll escape it all for as long as I want to, I have all the time in the world after all, to forget about that dreadful memory... to forget about Rose. I grabbed my member again with my right hand, my palm still slick from saliva and semen, and my shaft hardening for more...