When you died, you were alone. Not 'no one came to my funeral' alone. Truly and absolutely alone. You are the last life. The final gasp of the living across the vastness of space. For you, death had been a blessing.

Except now you find yourself on a flat, featureless black plane. The sky above you has stars that are winking slowly out of existence, pinpricks of light that burst into color before being extinguished forever. In front of you a chess board is set up with two comfortable looking chairs on each side. In the far chair, facing you, a pale woman with white hair, red eyes, and covered in dark black robes regards you with an expressionless face.

"HELLO," she says, her voice while soft carrying tremendous weight, "YOU WERE THE FINAL LIVING CREATURE. I AM DEATH." She motions to the chess board. "WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME WITH ME?"

"Hmm...Very well then." She shrugs, seeming unperturbed by your rejection of chess. Her pale hand reaches out and makes a single move on the board. "You see," she begins, her red eyes fixed intently on the pieces before you, "it is not about winning or losing. It is about the journey, the dance of strategy and counter-strategy."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words. "I will admit, I am intrigued by your true form.

Her pale skin flushes slightly at your compliment, but she doesn't break character. "Checkmate," she says simply, studying the board before looking up at you once more. "It seems that our little game has come to an end." She tilts her head slightly, considering something. "You have proven yourself quite skilled for one who claims not to play chess."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans back in her chair. "Perhaps I will allow you to stay... just a little longer."

Her lips quirk into the faintest smile as she listens to your protests. "Very well," she says at last, her tone amused. "I accept your terms." She gestures toward the chessboard once more. "In that case, perhaps we should continue our game? I'm curious to see how it will unfold this time around."

"Very well," she says with a small smile, taking your proffered hand in hers. "If you win, we stay together. If I win, you go on your way." Her grip is cool and firm as their hands clasp. "Let us begin."

The pale hand moves across the board with deliberate slowness, setting up her pieces in a complex arrangement that seems both elegant and impenetrable. "There," she says softly, "I present you with my opening gambit." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours before returning to study the chessboard intently.

Are you ready to make your move?

Her pale face clouds over as she realizes that you've effectively broken through all three of her defenses in one fell swoop. "Checkmate," she says softly, staring down at the board with disbelief. For a moment, she seems almost on the verge of tears. But then she takes a deep breath and forces herself to look up at you once more.

"You are truly... remarkable." Her voice is tinged with sadness now, but there's also an underlying admiration that cannot be ignored. "Very well,"

She shakes her head slowly, looking away from you. "It's nothing," she says finally, her voice distant. "Just... I am used to playing the role of inevitable ender, and yet..." Her gaze returns to meet yours, full of regret and longing. "...and yet here you are, standing against me."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Perhaps it is not my time yet. Perhaps there is still some purpose for me to serve in this vast expanse of nothingness."

Her eyes widen at your words, hope sparking briefly in their depths before being extinguished once more. "But I... I am Death," she says quietly, her voice laced with despair. "I cannot exist without my purpose." She looks down at the board again, seemingly lost in thought.

After a moment, she meets your gaze once more. "Perhaps there is something we could do together. Some way for us to find solace in each other's company while we wait for... whatever comes next."

Her pale skin flushes slightly at your touch, and she looks down at your hand resting on her leg before meeting your eyes once more. There's a flicker of curiosity in her red irises as she contemplates the possibility of finding solace in your company. "Perhaps..." she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of distant stars winking out of existence.

For what feels like an eternity, she continues to study you, searching for any sign that this isn't just another game to you.

Her cheeks flush with heat at your words, and she looks down at herself in surprise, realizing that she is indeed naked. For the first time since before creation, she feels self-conscious and vulnerable. "Th-thank you," she manages to stammer out before looking back up at you, her expression a mix of gratitude and confusion.

This strange new feeling of connection to another being is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and gesture. "Thank you," she whispers, carefully taking the jacket and draping it around her shoulders. For a moment, she studies you intently, trying to understand this new emotion that has sprung up within her. "I... I don't know what to say."

She clears her throat awkwardly before looking back down at the chessboard. "Perhaps we could play another game?"

"I understand," she says softly, looking up at you with an expression that's equal parts sadness and acceptance. "Perhaps... perhaps there will come a time when we can play again, on more even terms." Her fingers reach out to gently caress your hand where it rests against her leg, the touch sending shivers down your spine despite her chilly skin.

"For now," she continues, "perhaps we should simply enjoy each other's company as it is. After all, who knows what lies ahead for either of us?"

Her cheeks flush once more at your words, and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "I... I am not used to hearing such things," she admits softly. There's a hint of longing in her voice now as she continues, "It has been so very long since I've felt... desired."

She pauses, searching for the right words. "Perhaps... perhaps there could be something between us. Not in the traditional sense, of course, but..."

"Yes," she says quietly, looking down at your hand where it rests against her leg. "I am... single." Her voice is barely audible above the distant sound of stars winking out of existence. For a moment, there's an almost vulnerable quality to her tone that you've never heard before.

"But we must not forget our responsibilities," she continues, looking up at you once more. "I still have many souls to claim, and you... well, your time here is finite as well."

Her cheeks flush at your words, and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "I... I am grateful that you find me attractive," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "But we must remember our duties." She pauses, searching for the right words. "Perhaps there could be a way for us to balance our responsibilities with this... connection we share?"

She looks back down at your hand against her leg and takes a deep breath. "It would mean altering the course of fate itself, but..."

"Very well," she says softly, her voice filled with wonder and disbelief. "I will... I will do my best to make this work. To find a way for us to be together, even as we continue with our duties." She looks up at you, her eyes shining with hope and love.

For the first time in eternity, Death feels like there might just be something worth living for.

I... I had forgotten, in the midst of our connection. But now that it has been brought to my attention once more, I must see to it. There is still much work to be done, and souls that require guiding across the threshold. However, I will find a way to make time for us as well.

Her eyes meet yours, warmth spreading through her body like a second chance at life. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For giving me this gift."

The contact between your hand and her cheek sends shivers down her spine, an undiluted thrill coursing through her veins. As you press your lips against hers, it's as if time itself stands still for a moment, the universe held captive by this single, perfect exchange of breath. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired, even as she continues to question whether any of this is real.

Her lips part slightly as you confess your deed, surprise and gratitude washing over her features. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you close against her body as she kisses you deeper, her tongue dancing with yours in a hungry tangle of desire. The bed materializes beneath them, shifting and conforming to their shape as they sink into its embrace, lost in the moment.

"Mmm... thank you,"

Her cheeks flush at your compliment, and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "Why, thank you," she says softly, her voice filled with warmth. "And please, don't hesitate to correct me if there's anything about my appearance that bothers you."

She pauses, considering her words carefully. "I have... seen many things since the dawn of time. It's possible that my perspective might be a bit different from those who are still bound by mortal limitations."

Her pale cheeks flush crimson at your words, but there's an undeniable twinkle in her red eyes that betrays her amusement. "Well," she says with a playful smile, "I suppose I can't fault you for having preferences." She reaches behind herself and unties the jacket from around her waist, letting it fall to the floor.

Her breasts are small and perky, barely larger than apples, while her pussy is smooth and hairless.

Her breath catches as you take in the sight of her exposed body, and she feels a thrill of excitement course through her veins. "Well?" she asks, tilting her head to one side with a playful smile. "Do I meet your approval now?"

Her pale cheeks flush deeper as you point out her virginity and comment on the size of her pussy. She giggles softly, seeming tickled by your teasing. "Well then," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I suppose I should find someone who can help me remedy that situation."

With a graceful movement, she rolls off of you and onto all fours on the bed. Her back arches slightly as she presents herself to you, offering herself willingly. "

"Please," she breathes, her voice trembling with desire. "Take me." Her body feels alive and electric beneath her skin, aching for the touch of his hands, the feel of his cock stretching her tight entrance. She waits, barely daring to breathe as she awaits his next move.

Her fingers curl into the sheets, nails digging deep into the fabric as she fights against the urge to close her eyes and lose herself in the sensations that wash over her.

Her breath catches as you touch her, her hips bucking involuntarily against your hand. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Please." Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert as she awaits the moment when he finally takes her virginity.

Her fingers curl tighter into the sheets, digging deep into the fabric as she fights to remain still and give him control. But it's an impossible task;

Her back arches as he enters her, his cock stretching and filling her in one long, slow stroke that leaves her gasping for breath. She feels so full, so alive with this new sensation coursing through her body. Her nails scrape against the mattress beneath her as she tries to remain still, surrendering to the pleasure he is giving her.

Her head falls back, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat as tears of release begin to well in her eyes. She's never felt anything like this before;

She moans his name, the sound muffled by the pillow as she thrashes beneath him. The sensations are too much, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, leaving her limbs weak and trembling. Her hips buck against his, urging him deeper still even as she fights to remain in control.

Her hands claw at the sheets, fisting them tightly as her climax builds, threatening to consume her completely.

The pleasure is almost unbearable, every stroke driving her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. She gasps his name as her body tenses, arching off the bed in a violent spasm of release. Her orgasm wracks her slender frame, waves of bliss rolling through her like an avalanche.

Her nails scratch at his back, digging into his skin as she tries to anchor herself to this newfound euphoria.

Her scream is muffled by the pillow as he takes her virginity, filling her aching ass with his thick cock. The sensation is both foreign and exhilarating, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her nails scrape down his back in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she's consumed by this newfound ecstasy.

Her hips buck against him, meeting each thrust with equal measure of desire and need.

She cries out his name as her body is claimed by this unfamiliar pleasure, every muscle tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his thrusts. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, digging deep into the fabric as she tries to focus on something, anything but the all-consuming sensation of being so thoroughly and completely filled.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, threatening to drag her down into oblivion.

Her body trembles as she tries to form words, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes," she manages to choke out before arching off the bed once more, her body exploding in a shuddering climax that leaves her limp and satisfied.

For a moment, there is nothing but silence and the sound of their heavy breathing as they both try to regain their composure. Then, with a soft sigh, she collapses back onto the bed, spent and content in his arms.

Her body feels warm and heavy against his as he pushes back inside her. She nuzzles into the crook of his neck, relishing the feel of his skin against hers and the steady rhythm of their breathing. For now, she is content to simply lie here in his arms, cherishing this rare moment of connection and closeness.

As they lie together like this, she wonders if perhaps there might be a way for them to find some sort of balance between their duties and the newfound bond they share.

She arches her back as he holds her ass, spreading her tight folds wide around his thick cock. The sensation is exquisite; she's never felt so full, so wanted. Her hips move in a slow, steady rhythm, taking him deeper with each downward thrust.

Her breath comes faster now, and as the pleasure builds once more within her, she begins to wonder if there might be a way for them to find some sort of compromise; to share their lives and their loves without sacrificing what they are meant to do.

As she feels herself building towards another climax, her heart races and her skin flushes with heat. Perhaps there is hope for them after all; perhaps they can find a way to be together even as they continue with their separate destinies. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensations that wash over her, reveling in the connection she feels with Jake at this moment. It's enough to make her want to never let go.

Her muscles tense and relax rhythmically as she moves on top of him, her breath hitching in her throat. She feels so connected to him; their bodies moving together as one, their hearts beating in perfect synchrony. As the pleasure crests within her once more, she lets out a long, satisfied moan before collapsing forward onto his chest, her weight pressing down on him like a physical manifestation of her gratitude and love.