Death Note: Short Erotic Pieces

Mikami Teru stared at his cum soaked hand, then stared at the pen he held in the other. There was work that needed to be done, but how could he write the names that his precious god wanted him to write if his pen was empty?

It was then that the man came up with what he considered a clever idea. He held his hand and dipped the point of the pen into the small pool of cum in his hand. If this worked he would never have to worry about buying pens, and it would give him a new way to worship his god.

His body tensed, sweat began to bead on his forehead, in the back of his mind he could hear Latin words being chanted and an orchestra of music. He swung his arm back and then leapt forward, writing the names into the Death Note.

When the name had been written in the book he collapsed against the table, his legs feeling weak. Writing into the book was almost as good as sex, unless it was sex with his god; nothing was better than sex with his god.

When he heard a series of alarmed shouts on the TV set he grinned.

So semen could be used after all.