Undertaker Lemon!

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The tears on my face kept running as I slumped down near the threshold.

"Ha, you think I could love a petty woman like you?"

I stopped crying to glare at the woman my husband was cheating on me with. I should've known, it was obvious from the beginning... Then, why am I acting like this? Pathetic.

I gathered up all my courage to stand and grab the door knob. My tears have stopped flowing and my sobbing reduced to nothingness. This was a new feeling.

"I hope this life serves you well, we'll see how this woman will be able to deal with your egotistical attitude." I laugh bitterly, as I turn my attention to her, her body draped in thin cloth in the dimly lit room.

"You'll get tired of him after a while, we'll see where this takes you." I scoffed and slam the door behind me, accidentally breaking off the door knob.

I grip it tightly in my hands as I walked to the nearest window in the corridor. I opened a side as I tossed it down in the pouring rain.

Where was I suppose to go now? I don't want to live in this household, full of pain and deceit. What even is the purpose anymore. After the divorce papers, I won't have a social status or a job. Ill just be back to my regular self.

Maybe its better this way.

Grabbing my (f/c) coat near the door, I put it on and decided to walk around the streets for a while to find a nice tavern.

"A glass of whiskey." I sigh. The bartender nods as he fills up a glass." Rough night?" He chuckles. I gulp the entire thing down, feeling the burn in my throat." Something like that." I cough out. I gesture to another glass. This repeated until the bartender had to stop me before I fainted. Therefore, I payed (hopefully the right amount) and he led me out.

My steps were messy as I traveled in the slums of London. The humid air after the rain made no help, my breath was mildly erratic as my mind was swirling in many directions. I had a bad habit whenever I'm drunk.

I'm always sexually frustrated.

Maybe I should've thought of this earlier.

I drop next to a building panting. This was a very bad idea. I could have stayed with my older sister but she always seems to be busy.

Across my way I see the sign.

The Undertaker.

I don't mind dead bodies as long as I find coffins to sleep in.

I get up and try to steady my steps, walking towards the front door.

I knock and wait.

"Who could be out here at this hour- hm?" A man with abnormally long gray hair and long fingernails appeared.

"Ah- excuse me for intruding sir.. I need a place to stay for the night." I explain sheepishly. He hums." The Undertaker shop isn't a good place to stay for the night, but I suppose I could tolerate this once." He opens the door wider and I step in.

"Would you like to change into fresh clothes?" I look at my dress, tattered and I seemed to have spilled a fair amount of whiskey, looking like I pissed myself.

"Yes please, that would be lovely." I laugh awkwardly. Oh damn. My core is getting hot.

I rub my legs together in anticipation.

"U-um! May I use your backroom?" He opens his mouth slightly to protest but then sees the desperation on my face. He gives a small giggle and nods.

I seemed to have jumped over the counter to get to the other room.

Unable to control myself I start undressing.

I need to satisfy myself. I'm a dirty woman. Slut is what they would say.

Left with my undergarments, I start to touch my core underneath my underwear. I pinched my clitoris and let out a soft moan.

"You dresses are here, they're from my previous clients and I-" the Undertaker freezes, seeing me atop his observation table with my legs spread wide open.

I jump and throw my skirt that was on my floor at him.

"Ah! Uh! It's a habit of mine... I've been drinking you see... I'm so sorry, I'll leave right away-"

"I can't leave my client unsatisfied." He smiled at me with a seemingly innocent grin. He inhales and brushes his hair back hotly, almost seducing me. His bright green eyes bore into mine. His smile turned into a smirk.

I couldn't hold it back. He's... intoxicating.

By surprise, I caught him on the lips. He brushed my hair with his long fingernails as I hugged him closer. We pull apart with a small blush on my face.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n).. and I demand you to offer your services to me." I smile. He smiles back and bows.

"As you wish, milady."

He carefully takes off my bra and underwear. My core was already wet from earlier.

He grabs my breasts and starts fondling with them. I moan from the feeling. His knee was in between my legs.

The undertaker (since he would not tell me his real name) was a handsome man from below that black robe he wears. Yes, his muscles were wonderfully toned. Enough to make a girl faint. But I've always wondered how an undertaker to be so fit.

He distracts my thoughts from now moving closer to my core.

He gives a small lick, leaving me to shiver with his cold saliva afterwards.

He grabs my legs and pulls me closer, and starts biting my clitoris. Then afterwards putting his tongue in my core. He pushes deeper, moving his tongue around. I moan loud and squirm. He leaves a few kisses before licking me up from my core and in between my breasts.

He gives my breasts a few kisses before finally kissing me on the mouth, silencing my moans.

Something twitches below me as I felt my core heat up again.

He stops and brings out his manhood.

"This would be an extra special from my service to you Miss (Y/n)." He chuckles deeply and I immediately wonder how I got in this situation with such a beautiful man.

His long silver locks fall beside him as he leans over me.

"Whenever you're ready."

I hold my breath. I want to let go of that man's pain. Besides, what's the harm to having sex with another man when your "husband" already had sex with a woman.

I may not be the most faithful in the world, but I may be acting on impulse.

I look him in the eyes. We are about to make love. Me, with his beautiful and handsome man. What's my answer?

"Please, I'm all yours." I say before leaning into him and kissing him.

He stops and seems surprised.

"I'll gladly take you." He says and inserts himself. Oh dammit. He's big.

"Ah!" He gives a single thrust, but that was enough to make me explode in pleasure.

He repeats the gesture over and over, my moans getting more louder and desperate. He fondled with my breasts again as he thrusts deeply into me.

The room that was filled with a disturbing aura is now filled with the sound of love in the making.

I hug him closer, bringing his hair between my fingers.

He doesn't seem to be tired. He thrusts several more times before going even faster.

"Agh! U-undertaker!" I moan out.

"I'm almost there Miss (Y/n), hold out for a little longer."

"I- Ah! I can't-" He releases into me, I feel an unimaginable amount of semen flow in my core. He brings his manhood out and presses it against my clit. My breath hitches as he starts rubbing it on my clit.

The traces the outline of my core and whispers." You're so beautiful." All of a sudden, he thrusts into me again.

Is he tired? From the looks of it, he stares into my tears eyes. No, not from pain.

From pleasure.

Once again, we have another session.

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