Death had you trapped between his thick thighs, his deep and raspy voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Puss was sitting on your lap, buffing out his chest and chest in a display of dominance. He puffed out his cheeks and exclaimed to Death, "You're not even teasing them properly! Typical, I suppose." Death smirked and tightened his grip on your waist, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued to murmur. Death, still with you snug between his thighs, chuckled and spoke up in response to Puss's comments. "Oh, my dear Puss, you're just jealous that I have our darling all to myself for now. But don't worry, I'll let you have your turn soon enough..."