Chapter 2: Loving Lamentations
It was a cold, rainy night in late November. The sound of the wind blowing amongst the trees and water hitting against every surface gave somewhat haunting atmosphere to surrounding. The animals near the area had begun their Winter hibernation save for a few creatures scurry about to avoid the rainfall. The moon hung majestically in the sky mostly obscured by the dark black clouds acting as a beacon to this otherwise unsettling abyss of darkness.
On this night, in Augusta, Maine, there was a funeral home located on the outskirts of the city known as Gandy's Mortuary. It was a white building with tan roof shingles and small porch with three black chairs and a wheelchair access ramp. The lawn was kept freshly cut and the limestone driveway was swept clean of any fallen leaves and trash blown by the wind. The building was mostly dark save for the lights shining from two large windows near the entrance.
Inside was the owner of this funeral home, Jim Gandy Jr., or as he's known in town, J.J. He was 31-years-old with a slim build and brown hair well-groomed hair. He had a light tan complexion, soft green eyes, a brown goatee and mustache combo was his only facial hair, and he wore black slim-frame prescription glasses that made him look more sophisticated than he actually was. He was dressed in his usual black dress pants and light blur dress shirt with black dress shoes. Beside him were tables with funeral reefs, multiple photos of an African-American man, and near the other room a bunch of caskets of varying design, sizes, and colors. He was currently busy putting the finishing touches on his latest work. Or perhaps patient.
"Here we go Mr. Ross, just about finished. There's just one thing left.", He spoke as he finished buttoning up the suit jacket on the cadaver. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small brass locket. It was given to him by his wife who just didn't have the strength to do it herself. It held special meaning to her as it was the same locket he used to propose to her before getting her an actual ring. Jim looks at the picture of the young couple before gently fastening it around Mr. Ross' neck taking care that was fully exposed on the collar, "You sure had good taste. I can tell this thing meant a lot to you two. That's why she wanted you to be buried with it."
Jim looks over his work one last time and nods in satisfaction before closing the casket. His thoughts turned back to Mrs. Ross' wife, Mandy, and their son, Gabe, when they were here earlier. The hurt expressions on their faces as they see their loved one lying in a casket. No matter how many times he's done it, he never forgets and understands the sorrow these people go through when arranging a funeral. After his father died and left the family mortuary to him, it became harder to tell his own grieving from anyone else's. He never knew his mother growing up so losing his father left something of a void in his life. Which he tried filling by taking over the funeral home. It's what his old man would've wanted anyway.
Though several of the citizens in town considered him an OK person, Jim was never a very socially active person. His time working with his father and even working on a several residents that had passed has earned him a somewhat mixed reputation within the community. Even among the liminal population.
Oh right, forgot to mention that. About 10 years ago, the United Nations announced to the world that mythological creatures like mermaids, centaurs, dragons and such were flesh and blood real. Since then, they've been slowly but gradually integrating into human society thanks to the work of the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program, ICEP for short and humans willing to keep an open mind. It wasn't long before seeing people if various species became common place. Jeremiah knows a few liminal people and families living in town and even had the honor of working on a couple deceased liminal persons. Albeit the ones he worked on their physiology WAS humanoid to begin with so they were relatively easy to work with. But THEN there was the time he had to work on a Lamia. It was quite an experience.
Nevertheless, human or liminal, the townsfolk knew their loved ones were at least in good hands.
"Hahhh, I've gotta stop doing that.", Jim sighs to himself. He really needed to break this habit of talking to the cadavers. Of course, he knew this one in particular, in fact, he's done plenty of others who were acquaintances and family members of other people from town, but still it was pretty creepy. Then again, a normal person would have mentally shut down having to see to lifeless bodies of people he knew or at least interacted with. And you're right. In fact, the more he worked on bodies the more...detached he became from the living. While many townsfolk knew him and held him in high regards, many others weren't as friendly and weird rumors started to spread. It didn't help tgar but Jim always kept people at arms length and always appeared unwilling to engage with others outside of work. He developed another habit of closing off his emotions, especially when he'd overhear those rumors. When he did this, his expression became melancholic and stern with a lifeless, cold stair. As a result, people gave him the nickname Grim Jim.
Jim let's out a deep yawn before taking out his phone. He was surprised to see it was already 10:24 pm. His stomach grumbles angrily reminding it's body that it skipped lunch AND dinner today to work on this new project.
"Damn I'm hungry and it's getting late too? Gotta do better than this. ", he says to himself before taking off his latex gloves and tossing them in the trash. He looks at the closed casket and lays a hand on it for a moment before letting out a sigh. He then heads over to lock the doors and turn off the lights. When...
"Waaaaahhhhhhh!"
A sudden noise stopped Jim in his tracks. He looks around a few times then listens for the sound
"Waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", it came again as Jim was taken aback by how much louder it sounded.
"Hm, probably just wind', He thought but curiosity got the better of him so he peaked through the shades of the nearby window. The water droplets covered the window and it was still dark but he could make out in the driveway where his blue Honda accord was parked. The wind was blowing more intensly and thunder could be heard rumbling.
"Waahhaaahha ahaahaahhoo", the cry echoed out again. Jim was taken aback when he noticed how whatever was making that noise sounded oddly humanlike...and...feminine. He turns on his porch light hoping to see...something. He look around before his eye caught a black sillouhette in tge distance underneath a large tree. The cries came again and this time he knew it was from what or whoever was out there. They were hunched over against the tree and continued to their pained wails. Were they injured?
Jim immediately grabs a raincoat from out of his supplies on puts it on. He flings the door open and was immediately greeted to the face by hard blow winds that nearly the door open for him. The rain showers pelted the outside. He shielded his face with the hood of the coat and headed towards their location. The person cries continued only slight muffled by the howling winds.
"Hey! HEY! IT'S ALRIGHT, I'M COMING!", Jim called out to them but they only continued wailing. He guessed they couldn't hear him for the rain. It was difficult keeping his footing from the slippery mud...and he was in dress shoes. Not a good combination. He made it to the tree and could just barely make out their form. They were curled up rocking back and forth only further confirming they were definitely injured. However, the most noticeable thing was since he was closer their cries were much louder. It was an ear piercing shriek as if someone stepped on a Lego and a thumptack at the same time right after finding out their grandma died. Needless to say, Jim covered his ears before calling out again, "HEYYY!"
The screaming stopped and Jim looked up and see the figure slowing standing up. Their face obscured by the darkness and pelting, cold November rain. They appeared to be eyeing him curiously.
"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you.", he speaks assuredly while slowly approaching them. They appeared to be about to speak when a booming thunderclap made them jump visibly. They ran to Jim clutching him tightly as their entire body trembled. They storms whipped around them as lightning flashed through the sky.
"Come on let's get inside.", Jim stated guiding them back to the mortuary.
A minute later they were both inside and they were both soaking wet. Jim was panting trying to compose himself. He turned to his new guest who was just as winded as him.
"Haaa are you al...right?", Jim uttered as he finally got a good at them. It was a woman but he new right away she wasn't human. Her skin was a deathly, pale white and her ears were elongated like an elf. Her jet black hair extended down her back and her teal colored eyes had strange dark purple tear stain-like makings underneath and around both her eyes. Her plump, full lips with the same color as the markings but it didn't appear to be lipstick. She was tall, at least a couple inches taller than him in fact, and slender. Her had a very feminine to say the least; an hourglass figure with wide hips, thick voluptuous porcelain thighs, and plump shapely rear end. Her breasts were definitely an attention grabber as they had to be at least a G-cup. She was dressed in an all black funeral gown, or at least a...more risque version of it. Her slender arms had black arm sleeve with the shoulder and armpits exposed, the dress itself had slits that fully exposed her luscious thighs and fit snugly on her flat stomach and mountainous breasts all greatly accentuated her curves. She has black, spider patterned linen stocking that covered halfway up to her thighs. She wore black heeled shoes with same color straps. She wore a black funeral veil with a gold support like a tiara at top of her head. Since she was soaking wet, they clung to her skin and appeared to have appeared to have been dirtied by mud other debris and a few small holes in the fabrics. Even her hair appeared to have bits of leaves and twigs in them. Despite that, Jim had to avert his gaze to keep from staring so much.
Jim could've sworn he's seen her species somewhere before. On the internet maybe? Or maybe travelers passing through in town?
Jim snaps out of his thoughts when he sees her holding her shoulders and shivering, "Oh, hold on I'll get us some towels."
He leaves and returns a couple minutes later with a several large towels and hands some of them to her. He quickly dries his face and hair as she does the same. She wraps herself in one of the larger towels trying to soak up some of the water. She then takes in her surroundings and immediately notices the large casket in the corner of the room. Tears started welling in her eyes. Then she turns to the human before her.
"T-Thank you.", She spoke softly in voice that like ghostly moaning combined with an accent he can't quite place. Jim looks up and sees her staring at him with slightly somber but grateful eyes. Actually it appeared she was...fixated on him.
"Uhh, no problem.", Jim looks away, "Listen we should really change, unless we WANT to catch pneumonia. Come on, follow me.", Jim gestured her to follow him. She hesitates at first but then follows him deeper into the mortuary. They pass through a dimly lit hallway with several family photos, a mirror, and a couple of bible verse wall plaques. They take a right and see a large grey door. He opens it revealing a mid-sized bathroom with linoleum tiles, marble top sink, and a large bathtub with showerhead covered by a burgundy curtain. He reaches inside and turns on the switch to ceiling heating vent.
"You can finish drying off in here. I'll...bring you something clean for you to change in.", Jim says referring to the state of her current attire. She blushes looking away in embarassment, "You just get cleaned up here and I'll be back soon."
"O-Ok.", she responds softly. He nods before leaving and then turns on the hallway. She watches him as he does with a curious gaze. She enters the bathroom room and proceeds stripping out of her wet dress until her eggshell white skin was fully bare. She hangs them up on one of the towel racks then looks at herself in the mirror and frowns at the mud on her face and leaves in her hair. She opens a cabinet and finds cleaning supplies, more bath towels, and soaps. She turns on the hot water for the tub then switches the shower head on. She sighs contently feeling the warm liquid cover her arm. She grabs a bar of soap and gets in the shower.
After a few minutes of bathing, she suddenly hears was a knock at the door. She turned to it and heard Jim's voice. It took a little time but after going through some old clothes in storage he managed to find clothes serviceable for someone of her...generous-ness.
"I found you clothes. I'm just leaving them on the floor for ya. You can join me in the kitchen when you're done.", he said as she listened to his footsteps grow more distant. She pauses in thought before resuming her much needed bath. 10 minutes pass and she steps of the tub-her entire body once again soaking wet but at least she was warm now-and proceeds to dry herself off. When she was done, she pokes head out looking around before noticing the pile of neatly folded cloth sitting on the floor. She picks up the small pile and curiously inspects it.
In the kitchen, Jim was finishing up dinner for tonight. Mostly consisting of a pan leftover chicken tetrazinni from yesterday he just threw in the over along with some green beans boiling on the stovetop. There was also a teapot heating up as well. He had changed clothes into plain grey sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt with "Blue Oyster Cult" written in black with band symbol. He grabbed two sets of plates, mugs, and utensils and set them up on the table. He goes to the cabinet to search for the sugar and was greeted with the cluttered mess of spices, canned foods and other commodities.
"Dammit, now where did I put it in this mess?", he says moving everything around before finally finding the sugar, "Geez...some if this needs to come out of-oh!", He utters surprise closing the cabinet only to see the woman standing beside him and dropping the can of sugar.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you! Here let me get that!.", she apologizes genuinely squatting down
"It's alright! I probably a good scare any...", Jim says squatting down grabbing the can only for her hands intercept his. He pauses at the sensation of her soft, warm hands against his. They make eye contact with each other, his light green eyes staring into her teel ones, as time seemed to stand still. He notices her lips begin to part as her cheeks begin to flush pink.
"Ahem, thank you but I got it...yeah.", He says standing up brushing off the experience. She slowly stands up and he finally see her in the new attire. It was a large black short sleeve t-shirt with a white peace sign on it. Though fit loosely on her it formed nicely on her curves and even made breasts more pronounced. It was also long enough to cover half her thighs. She had on black and red striped socks complemented her skin tone.
"Heh, you know I wasn't sure about them, but they look pretty good on you.", Jim stated
"Oh, t-thank you.", she blushes before her eyes started watering, "And thank you for bringing me into your home and giving me warm cloths and a bath *sniff* your so kind.", she sob lightly as tears trickled down her cheeks.
"H-Hey! It's cool, it's not really that big a deal! Ms...uhh...I'm sorry I never even asked you your name. Weird.", Jim spoke incredulously.
She wipes her eyes on the shirt collar and composes herself, "M-my name is Nia. Nia Vermilion."
"Hello Ms. Vermilion, I'm Jim Gandy Jr. I'm the owner of this mortuary. ", Jim explains, "Hand me your plate real quick."
Nia eyes widen in intrigue before doing as asked, "A mortian.", she utters softly before a thought occured to her, "Oh, I almost forgot, forgive me but I do not require these.", She says handing him the folded up black shorts he left for her.
"U-uhhh...ok?", Jim utters taking the shorts from her while simultaneously trying not to think about what she has under her shirt.
Suddenly a buzzing sound goes off.
"Oh, looks like the food's done. I set you plate at the table in case you might be hungry and I got some tea going.", Jim says before going to the oven turning it off and opening it.
"You cooked...for me?", Nia asks surprised at his consideration.
"I wouldn't say 'cooked' more like reheating leftovers.", Jim says taking out the pan of tetrazinni with ovenmits, "I had a bunch of this left over from when I made it. It's good I have someone to help me take care of it."
"I-indeed and I'm happy to be your guest.", Nia grin sweetly as she takes a seat at the table. She looks around at the decor of the small dining room; noting the obvious antique table, "You have a very lovely home.".
"Thanks, I do my best keep it that way.", He says preparing the plate servings for himself and her, "So...and forgive me if I'm rude but...what are you? I mean clearly you're a Liminal but what species are you?"
Nia pauses for a moment, "I...I am a Banshee. An undead-type. You may know of my people from certain Irish folklore."
"I've read a few. I hear you guys are known for your screaming and moaning for the dead. And judging by the ringing still in my ears, I'd say the stories were pretty accurate.", He says pouring the tea in the cups.
"Yes...sorry about that. You just startled me and...I...I didn't know you were only trying to help and...", Nia's voice cracks as she begins trembling.
"Ok ok, listen it's no big deal. It's a perfectly reasonable reaction in this day and age and you already apologized. It's fine.", Jim stated not wanting her to start crying again. He then places her food in front of her then placing his on the other side of the table. She curiously examined the cuisine before her. It looked strange but it smelled delicious enough to make her mouth water and her empty stomach rumble in impatience. She picked up a small morsel of chicken and pasta with a strand of cheese dangling off the utensils and took a bite. Her eyes widened at the explosion of flavor in her mouth. The chicken, tender and juicy, the cheese creamy and rich, the pasta soft and chewable, each individual spice making her tongue pop in delight. She proceeded dig into the hot meal. Her cheeks flush and her expression melt into pure bliss as the homecooking warmed her very essence. In less than two minutes, she had taken care of most of her food.
"Heh, you must be hungry if you like MY cooking.", Jim says snapping her out of her trance before sitting a mug of hot tea beside her. She looked at the black cup with what looked like a yellow sentient candelholder with words 'be our guest' written in old English font. She takes a sip as the warm liquid calmed her senses.
"It's green tea. I have the can over there if it's not sweet enough.", Jim say before sitting down in front of her and eating his meal.
"Thank you.", Nia said with barely a whisper of her voice. Jim looks up and was surprised to see her staring at him. Her shimmering eyes full of admiration as tears flowed down her face; some of them landing in her tea.
"Whoa hey! What's wrong now?", Jim asked trying to be as patient as possible.
"You welcomed me into your home, gave me clothes, a bath, and now a hot meal. You're so kiinnnd.", Nia sobbed uncontrollably.
Jim sighs to himself. He was used to dealing with crying, emotional women but this one appeared to be on a different level of emotional instability.
"It's alright. You don't need to thank me. I just did what anyone would when they see someone in your position.", Jim says before he pauses in realization, "Speaking of which, how exactly DID you get here? Why were you out there so late at night in the pouring rain?"
Nia drop her fork to the plate before her admiring eyes dissolves to a somber downcast while a frown grew on her face and more tears flowed, "I was abandoned."
Jim was taken aback by her answer but inquired further, "abandoned? Why?"
"Yes. I was placed in the care of a host family. Things were not easy from the beginning since the husband and wife naturally feared me for my appearance. I guess they were expecting something less hideous.", She says as her voice cracks, "They had a daughter and an elderly man, the wife's father, and troubles arose whenever I was near him."
"Why's that?", Jim asked while finishing half his dinner.
"As a Banshee, it is in my nature to grieve for those tied to the thread of death. Whenever I was near her father, I couldn't help but wail my heart out for I knew he was close to death. It terrified the wife, even when I tried to warn them, it only made them more afraid and even despised me. One day, they found the old man dead and me wailing uncontrollably. Autopsy found that he died from a brain aneurysm. Despite that, the wife blamed me, but the exchange program had no proof to arrest me so couldn't do anything. Afterwards, the husband and wife put me in their car and we drove for hours until they put me out on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I've been wandering around the last couple of days up until this point.", Nia finished in a sad tone.
"Jesus! Are they insane?! They couldn't have just called ICEP or whatever and sent you to a different family!?", Jim inquired in utter shock.
"It wouldn't have mattered. It's not like I wouldn't have gone through something similar. They were the 10th family I had been with. I wasn't even shocked when they abandoned me. I never belonged there or anywhere else.", Nia spoke her voice cracking as tears once again started flowing, " Do you know what it's like being looked at with great disdain? To be austrocized and avoided because of what you are and what you do? My people are seen as symbols of death and disaster because we appear to anyone close to death and weep uncontrollably.", She utters holding back a sob as Jim gives a surprised look.
I-I-It's not our fault *sniff*. W-we cry because...the dead need to be mourned. It's the only way for them to go to the afterlife. Our cries tell them it's time to move on. We weep so no one else has to. W-we only want them to find pe-e-eace! Waaaahhaaaahhh", Nia fully breaks down as her shrill cries ring out through the room. Jim cringes as her cries pierce his soul. He was more surprised to feel tears flowing down his cheeks. HIM, who normally has a firm handle on his feeling and rarely ever cried!
He quickly gets up from his seat and goes around the table. He gently takes her hand while baring the sound of her cries; no easy task. Her cries die down to disjointed whimpering as she looks to him with curious eyes, "Listen, I understand what you're going through. It's not easy LIVING when DEATH is a part of how the world sees you. You tried to warn that family but they just wouldn't take heed. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. People are assholes when they fear what they don't understand or don't WANT to understand."
"W-What do you mean?", Nia asks
"I mean...most people are naturally afraid of death. It's inevitable, a vast unknown. If they see anything that reminds them of that, they'll do anything in their power to ignore or get rid of it. Not everyone is like that though. There are some who aren't afraid of death at all and accept it and there are some with a curious fascination towards it and-", Jim stops realizing he's starting to ramble, "Well the point is, how anyone looks at you and other Liminal species associated with death is kinda mixed. Same goes for mortians like me. People sometimes have trouble approaching me because of my profession."
Nia looks away with the sadness not fading from her demeanor.
"But...despite their fears, I believe secretly they rely on people like you and I.", Jim says as she turns toward him curiously, "For mortians, we help people going through grief and carry them through the pain of saying goodbye to a loved one. I've been in this business for almost 10 years now and I still never get over the cries of grief and pain the eyes of clients. It hurts. So much I eventually learned to close off my feelings whenever they came up. Despite that, I chose this because...my dad always believed that death didn't have to be just a tragedy. There's a certain beauty in it. I think funerals are for both the living and the dead. Loved ones can have closure and realize all the good times they shared and the dead can move on to the afterlife. In a way, I agree with you.".
"Y-you do?", Nia asked curiously.
"Well...yeah. No matter how good or bad they were in life, somebody has to mourn them. Their spirits SHOULD move on. The fact you're willing feel such grief in someone else's place...I think that's a beautiful thing.", Jim finishes flashing her a warm smile. Nia's eyes light up as her expression loosens to a hopeful gave.
"W-What?! Y-y-you're not joking are you? You...really think I'm beautiful?", Nia stands up clasping her hands to his putting them mere inches apart as she anxiously awaited his answer. Jim gulps seeing her so close to him. His hands less than an inch away from her breasts.
"Uh y-yeah. Yeah...that's an admirable trait about you. There aren't many people like you in the world so...I consider myself very lucky.", Jim says with a nervous grin.
"B-But I told you...I don't belong here or anywhere. I'm just...", Nia trails off.
"Well...tonight you belong here.", Jim says earning a shocked look from her, "And...in case ICEP takes a while to respond, I have a guest bedroom so...you can stay as long as you need to."
Nia pauses as tears once again stream down her cheeks in pure happiness, "I knew there was a reason I was drawn here."
"Come again?", Jim asked curiously as she stared at him adoringly making him a bit nervous.
"At first, I thought it was because this was a mortuary so I was merely drawn to souls of the recently departed. But I was wrong. I believe I was drawn to YOU!", She says a heavy blush of pink illuminating her pearl-white cheeks.
"Me? W-Why m-uh", Jim utters backing away only for her to close the distance between them.
"There's a thick aura of death around you and I feel you're soul's tremendous desire to grieve! It's so crushing; your anguish is eating you the inside out. But there's something else, it's warm...and inviting.", She utters in a comforting tone.
Jim backs away only to feel his back against the wall. Her face then fills his vision as he feels her soft hands caress his cheeks. She stared at him with sympathy but also longing. Jim stares back her becoming paralyzed as her breasts mush into his chest. Her dark purple lips part as she inches closer.
"M-Ms. Vermilion! This-", Jim is cut off as she touches her finger to his lip.
"Shhhhh no need to fear...I take that pain away...and make it my own.", She utters before pressing her lips to Jim's. His eyes widen in shock as the soft feeling overloaded his sense and he suddenly found himself kissing back. He instinctively wraps his hands around her waist as she did the same wrapping around his neck. Suddenly, a wave of comfort sweeps over his being. At this moment, all his worries, pain, loneliness, and any negative feelings he had felt as if they were melting away and replaced with pure serenity. He then feels something warm and wet his face. He gently breaks the kiss and sees her staring back at him with a flood of tears flowing down her cheeks. So much that the top of her shirt collar was completely drenched.
"You poor thing...you've been lonely just like me haven't you? I'm so sorry you felt so dead inside for so long.", Nia wept before feel a strong but gentle hand wipe her tears away. She gazes at him in surprise as he smiled sweetly at her.
"Don't be. Besides, right now, I feel more alive than I've ever been.", He says using her free hand to pull her closer eliciting a squeak from her. They lock lips again as both of them began immersing themselves in the embrace. Nia tongue jabbed at his teeth and he granted her access to exploring the inside of his mouth. He did the same and two savored the taste of each other. The lewd, smacking of their lips breathy moan filling the room. His hands glided up and down her back eliciting lustful moans from her. Hearing her reaction, he makes a bold move a bold move drifting his hands to her plump rear giving an experimental squeeze. She gasps breaking the kiss with a pop. She catches her breath staring longingly at him and trembling under his fingers digging into her flesh through her shirt.
"Jim. Haaaa...play with my body...yes.", Nia uttered in a breathy moan as he fondled her butt.
"Gladly, Ms. Vermilion.", Jim says.
"C-Call me 'Nia', please.", She says with a sad pout.
"Hehe, alright...Nia.", Jim chuckles lightly with a small grin. Nia giggles happily before capturing his lips once again.
Jim breaks the kiss and attacks her neck eliciting louder moan from leaving a trail of love marks and nibbles at her flesh. Nia traces up and down his chest and arms; marveling at his surprisingly muscular physique. She reaches under his shirt sighing contently as she ran her fingers from his stomach to his hard chest. Jim follows her lead raising his arms allowing her to remove his shirt and tossing it away. She stares at his bare chest before peppering his pecs in a barrage of kisses and sparking even greater lust out if Jim. He lifts up her shirt, eliciting a startled yelp, and caressing and squeezing high thighs. She shudders as his bare hand glide up to special region. Jim her hips feeling what appeared to be a pair of lace panties. Turns out was wearing underneath. He hooks his fingers around them pulling them down as she shimmie making it easier to slide down to her ankles before kicking them away.
Changing positions, Jim pins her to the wall. She yelps in surprise as he lifts her shirt up exposing her bare, glistening pussy and allowing her G-cup sized miracles to bounce freely. Jim jaw hung open at the beautiful pearl-white peaks with dark purple hardened nipples tempting him to come closer. He gobbles up her left nipple and roughly squeezes her right making her scream loudly in pleasure. So loud it actually shook the room yet it didn't seem to bother Jim for some reason.
"HAAAHH! YES! MORE HAAAAHHH! I WANT TO FEEL MORE OF YOUR LIVELY SPIRIT!", Nia shrieks to top of her lungs again rattling the entire room. Yet, somehow instead of feeling pain, Jim felt an extra surge of lust course through his body.
He releases her breast allow her shirt to flop down as fondled her hips and played with her butt roughly digging his nails in her flesh. She panted staring with fervent desire biting her bottom lip. She grabs the hem of his sweatpants and gasps feeling his hardened manhood underneath. She reaches down his pants and Jim freezes as she grabs him and begins jerking him. Jim smashes his lips against hers in another makeout session. Nia pulls down his pants allowing his hardened member to stand freely before Jim feels her spread her legs slightly. Jim grabs under her thighs lifting her up as she gasps and he pins her to the wall with her legs dangling to his sides. He aligns himself to her womanhood then looks her in the eyes questioningly.
"Nia, are you sure you want this?", Jim asks.
She nods emphatically as she wraps her arms around his neck, "Yes Jim! Please, put it inside me! Please!"
Jim complies prodding her lower lips before spreading them apart as Nia shuddered in pleasure holding his head tight. He pushes forward before sliding right in feeling her hot, moist insides.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", Nia screams feeling her inner walls being spread apart as the mugs on the table crack, "OH GODS, JIM! Please...keeping going!"
"Haaagh yeah...can do!", Jim begins thrusting back and forth prodding her core as hot, velvety flesh pulsated and gripped him in place. Her previous arousal making it easier to slide in and out, He increased his pave eliciting louder disjointed moans and ragged breath. Her braless breasts bounced bounced and jiggled the more harder he fucked her.
"HAAAH, JIM! JIM, I CAN'T *smack* HOLD ON! I GOING TO CUM!", Nia cried out
Suddenly Jim stops causing her to stare at him in confusion while panting.
"Not yet you don't", Jim stated.
"Huh AAHH!", Nia yelp as he pulls her from the wall, carries her, then lays her on the tabled. He spreads her legs before pushing right back into her eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He hold her by her ankles and immediately quicken his pace ramming her like a jackhammer.
"Oh my God your so hot and tight Nia! *smack* It's incredible! Ahhh...", Jim moans loudly.
"I'm so happy you like! So happy! Ah ah...aahhh Jim ahhaa! More...sho good!", Nia is bursting at the seems with her tear filled eyes rolled to the back of her head and tongue hanging out in a lewd smile. Jim releases her ankles reaching down to her shirt pushing it up expose her beautiful flopping breasts. He leans down grabbing two handful of those miracle mounds, eliciting louder screams of pleasure from her, and shoving himself deeper into her love canal. Their juices build up between their regions making wet, lewd flesh slapping sounds that accompanied their moans of desire. The table beneath them creaked and shook as they fucked in heated passion. Their eyes met as everything around them fades into obscurity and all that matters in this moment is the two of them. They didn't care when their plates, with still some food on them, fell to the floor shattering. Whatever, they'll deal with it later.
"Haaa...Nia...this is it! I can't hold!", Jim stated
Nia wraps her legs around his waist, "I know! Me too! DO IT! FILL ME WITH YOUR SPIRIT ESSENCE! LET OUR SOULS BECOME ONE TOGETHER!
"A-AH FUCKKKK!" "JIMMMMMM!", There scream of pleasure reverberate through the building they climax together. Nia arches her back as his hot seed flows into her deepest core and mixes with her love juices. Jim pants heavily covered in beads of sweat as he supports himself with his arms to the table as to not add more weight to the center.
" *pant* haaa...that...was...amazing.", Jim exhaled catching his breath as Nia visibly pants.
"It was.", Nia sigh dreamily smiling up at him then reaching to him. He leans down as she wraps her hands around the back of his head and they embraced in a loving kiss. They seperate staring into each other's eyes with a smile.
Jim looks down where they were connected at the sticky mess between them.
"Looks like uhhh...we really made a mess of granddad's table.", Jim chuckles then see the shattered plates and splattered tetrazinni on either side of the floor, "Also dad's plates."
"Y-yes...i'm sorry.", Nia apologized with a worried expression as he pulls himself out of her and pulls up his sweatpants.
"For what? I was the one who wanted to do it on the table. Besides old pop-pop carved this thing sturdy, nothing a little bleach can't clean off.", Jim says noticing he hasn't stopped smiling at all, "You know, you're an amazing woman. I haven't felt this...lively in years.", h
Nia smiles sweetly, "I think you're wonderful too. I'm so happy I met someone like you.", She utters a sob as tears stream down her eyes.
Jim cups her cheek wiping her tears away with his thumb, "Your tearducts must be huge to still be able to cry this much. You're really something else, Nia."
Nia croons into his palm, "You know...I could go for another round, if you want.", "she utters huskily staring at him lustfully.
Jim smiles slyly, "You just read my mind. But...lets move to somewhere more comfortable. Say, my room?"
"Lovely...but it appears my body refuses to obey me. Please carry me to be bed my death prince.", Nia requests in an over-the-top elegant tone.
"You're wish is my command, crybaby princess.", Jim teases her scooping her in his arms.
"T-That's mean!", Nia pouts angrily at him before a thought occured, "Oh, what about the mess on the floor?"
"I'll get it in the morning. But right now, let's focus on having...second dessert.", Jim nibbles her ear.
"Ahaha, stop that it tickles!", Nia giggles before the two disappeared into the hallway for rest of the night.
7 months later
" *sob* *sob* you never even gotten to say goodbye! Waaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!", Nia wails over the casket of an elderly human woman. Jim and another elderly human man, the woman's wife, stood near her as she wept over the casket wearing her usual black dress.
"Is she going to be ok?", the confused old man asks Jim.
"Yeah...she does this all the time. Sorry if it's bothering you sir.", Jim says
"Well actually... before I came her, I didn't have the strength to see my beautiful Lenore like this. But ever since she's your wife started crying...I don't know...it's like I don't need to grieve anymore.", The old man says with a small smile.
"Yeah, it's a unique power her species has. Also, we're not married. We just live together.", Jim say rubbing the back of his head in embarassment.
"You sure?", The old man raises an eyebrow with a knowing look.
"Yes I'm sure.", Jim rolls his eyes as the man chuckles, "So...were you thinking of something like this or were you looking for something more...budget friendly?", Jim points to the white casket with white inner cushioning his wife was currently in.
"Umm...do you have anything that's red inside?", The old man asks.
"WAAAHHHHHAAHH SHE LOVED RED! AHHHAAAAA", Nia sobbed even harder catching the old man and Jim's attention.
"We do actually, just follow me to our assortment in the back.", Jim directed the old man to follow leaving Nia to grieve for his wife.
This was pretty much the norm for Jim now, ever since Nia came into his life. He got ICEP to allow him to be her official caretaker/employer. Eventually, Nia's old family were tried for gross negligence and deliberate endangerment and are currently awaiting trial.
It took time but Jim eventually got used to Nia's presence. At first, He was worried about bringing her in town or if she would truly be happy working at his family's mortuary. Luckily, it turned out he didn't have to worry about either. Since Liminals living in town had become so commonplace not many people were very shocked by her appearance. She also proved to be a good help for the mortuary. In fact, overtime she had built up a popular reputation for being able to help people through their grief by, believe it or not, literally crying and grieving FOR them. Her weeping absorbed their sadness, anger, and grief allowing them to more easily past the pain and fully go through with arranging a proper funeral. The latter of which garnished quite a bit of favorable attention in and outside of town.
Living together proved to an adventure for both of them. Jim helped Nia understand and settle more into human culture and Jim learned more about her and her species. They would spend most of their free time hanging out in town in the park, enjoying movies from the collection of bluray DVDs Jim collected over the years, or generally enjoying each other's company. Disney and David lynch movies appeared to be her favorite. After some time, Jim learned that her penchant for shedding tears wasn't just for grieving clients. She would shed tears for...pretty much any reason...particularly when it came to Jim. Whether it was because he was feeling upset, compliments her, cooks for her, hurts himself by accident, or even forgets something at the store. Jim found it uncomfortable at first but eventually got used to it knowing it was her way of showing how much she loved and cared for him. Jim soon found himself to be a much happier person. Even the folks in town noticed how his once sullen, melancholic demeanor has changed to one that exudes life and contentness. He was no longer Grim Jim.
"Ok Mr...ummm...", Jim trails off forgetting the man's name.
"Lee. Stanford Lee.", The old man said with a smirk.
"Ah yes, sorry about that Mr. Lee. Now how do you want the format for the headstone?", Jim asks.
"Do you have old English font? My Lenore was a woman of class.", he emphasizes making a gesture with his hands.
"I can arrange for something."
"Fantastic. Ok, I'm off. I have some business to get in order. I entrust Lenore to you and your lovely wife.", Lee smirk before closing the door before Jim could say anything.
"Ah, sir she's annnnnd he's gone.", Jim slumps.
" *sniff* Did it go well honey?", Nia asks drying her eyes with the tissues on the table, "What were you and that man talking about?"
"Oh, nothing much just deciding on headstone fonts. He apparently thought you were my wife.", Jim says realizing he just fucked up and immediately covers his ears.
"W-WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", She shrieks as the glass vase with the flowers cracks into a hundred pieces, "W-W-WIFE?! Y-You want to get married?!"
Jim removes his fingers from his ears, "What?! No! I-I mean no, baby."
"W-why? You don't want to? Do you not like me that much?", Nia pouts as tears start to form.
"Shhh, no no sweetie you know I love you. I do want us to get married just not yet.", Jim dries her tears then gives her a peck on the lips, "I want us to stay like this, growing, connecting, just a little longer before we settle down. Heh, and frankly I would love nothing more than to call you Mrs. Gandy."
Nia's eyes widen and twinkle with hope, "Do you really mean it honey?"
Jim holds her close, "That...and more."
Nia smiles before kissing her boyfriend deeply. Their tongues wrestling for dominance as their hands explored each other tracing and groping each other. Jim separated with a loud pop.
"You know, we have the rest of the day off. What say we relax? I'll pop in a movie...and then we can have a little more fun.", Jim says tracing circles on her stomach.
"Hehehe that sounds lovely darling.", Nia giggles.
Jim goes over and closes Mrs. Lee's casket, patting it a couple times before going back to Nia who immediately clings to his arm lovingly nestling her head to his shoulder.
"So...what did you want to watch?", Jim inquires.
"Hmmm oh! Can we watch 'Up' again?", Nia beams at him.
"Uhh, sure babe", Jim smiles at her as she nuzzles him. He stealthily grabs a small box of tissue as they walk to the living room to enjoy a lovely evening together.
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