Deplorable Me. COA, #3

A sexy dark comic romp through the afterlife with three clans of naughty certifiably insane antiheroes. Her body and soul had always belonged to her Handler but in the last couple of months, she'd gone from one prospect to three. She'd never found herself in this position. Grey had been everything to her for so long. She adored him, but he'd been spelled to forget any intimacy between them as he slept.
This didn't make his jealousy any easier to digest because Grey didn't understand. He couldn't. She was cursed. She would always remember every heartbreakingly beautiful detail of the nights they'd spent professing their love. He was only ever reacting to half of the story. After forty years by Grey's side, she was finally ready to find something more. She yearned for a physical connection that would still be there when they awoke.
This was something she could never have with Grey. Orin was a good friend and undeniably great in the sack, but he'd been in a long-term relationship and by long-term, she meant, with the same girl on and off for a thousand years. At this moment neither of them could promise more than drama free shelter from the storm of their endless duties. Lexy had only ever been with two other people willingly, bringing her tally of lovers to a whopping three since becoming Ankh.
It had taken her a long time to get to the point of wanting to experience anything physical with anyone but her Handler. She felt ready to enjoy the perks of her afterlife. She'd known Tiberius would be here, he was the leader of Triad. Their titillating encounter during the last Summit had left her with an urgency to experience all that their dark attraction had to offer. She hadn't been able to shake the sexually charged visions of Tiberius as he sliced his blade into her skin, showing her a little something she hadn't known about pain induced healing pleasure.
Their brief sensually charged encounters since the Summit had left her yearning for more. She'd accidentally started something with Orin. Being a thousand years old gave Orin a pretty good grasp on the realities of attractions left unfulfilled, he was all for her taking a night to see Tiberius's chapter through till it's end. Orin had made it quite clear that he had no intention of getting into anything more serious than booty calls and flirtations with her until she was had closed her book of unknowns.