The milf who killed me?

“Honey, are you ok?” The familiar voice asked. I couldn’t forget that voice if I wanted to! It was Claudia, the milf who made me accidentally fall off the roof! She wasn’t my or Melissa’s mother, but I suppose if I can be Melissa and have a dick, anything is possible. I gues she’s as good a place to start as any to practice my new job as a reaper. Now it’s just a question of- “I’m coming in.” She declcared, prompting me to instinctually dive into my sheets.

Why’d I do that? I suppose eighteen years of acting like a human will leave these kind of reactions, but man was it pointless. “Claudia!” I called out from under the bed sheets.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me mom.” She spoke sternly.

Alright, let’s try that again, poking my head out from under the sheets. “Claudia!” Her eyes widen as they fixed onto me. “Open!” I called causing her soul fill up the space where her body once was. **** sent me to this world to look for some sort of body hoping entity that intends on destroying this world. As far as I’m aware, their isn’t an automatic way of checking everyone, so it’s my job to look into their souls, and give them a blessing that’ll protect them from it. I don’t really get the blessings yet, but as far as I can tell, it’s like a software patch. While I’m giving them this blessing, I can do anything I want to their soul, like, for example, removing all of Claudia’s inhibitions towards having sex with me so I can ravage her like the slut I know she is. Actually, no, that’s too easy! How about I give her a lust for me, along with increasing her sexual satisfaction when breaking the rules. While I’m at it, I’ll give her an addiction to young black cock and make a huge turn on for her be the smell of jizz so she’ll have **** but to want me.