After class Dullahan

You're walking alone at night. You just finished a long, needless chemistry discussion and looking forward to spending the rest of your night browsing /a/ and probably dream about you're waifu. To anyone else the dark road seems less than inviting, but you've done it multiple times before to calm your nerves, and anyways there usually isn't anyone else roaming these streets except maybe another student. However, the figure that starts to appear before is definitely not just a student.

About a hundred feet away, you see a silhouette of a... broad shouldered woman? However, it's not her stature that gets your attention, but rather the sound of metal clinking together, like armor. This doesn't really stop your pace, as you just think she's just another cosplayer going to the Thursday night anime club. You've seen them around before, and you've always thought about join-*Thud*

As you come back to your senses, you've realized that you were so lost in thought that you've carelessly bumped into the woman that was in your path and hear a tiny whimper. You notice that she's dropped her purse and you quickly pick it up to hand it back to her. "Oh I'm really sorry about that, I got really lost in thought for a second."

As you turn to face her, you feel confused because the silhouette is a lot shorter than you judged it to be.

"I-It's alright..." Your ears must not be working, as you thought you just heard the purse just talk- "S-so um, could you give me back to my body?" You slowly look down to see the girl's head in your hands.

As you stare down into the... separated head's eyes, your brain can only try to comprehend what the hell is going on. Okay, so we've got an armored girl... with a separated head. You've browsed enough monster girl threads to identify this woman as a dullahan. You just never thought you'd see one in the flesh. Luckily your polite muscle memory takes over and you gently hand the girl back her head.

As you see her place her head back, your mouth can only hang in disbelief. Now, a normal person would be extremely petrified... but you browse /a/ and fantasize about these things with random people on the internet. Far from random. Wait, you're lost in thought again and notice the girl timidly looking at you with extremely shy- and very cute- eyes.

"Oh, uh, yea sorry about that."

"It's fine, n-no one got hurt. But... you're not scared? Most people run away when they see a harbinger of d-death." Something about this girl gives you the idea that she isn't very good at fulfilling a dullahan's role, making her all the more cuter.

"Uh, well I guess I'm kind of dulled to shock. So, uh, why is a dullahan even roaming these streets at this hour?"

She looks away while pressing your index fingers together "I was looking for a Mr. Anon... but I got lost along the way. Would you happen to know where he lives?"
"Oh yea, I'm Anon." It takes a moment for you to realize that you've just identified yourself as dullahan's, a messenger of one's end, target. You stand there frozen for the second time that night.

"O-oh, well this is awkward.... I was coming to mark you for your demise, but I can't do that now after you've given me my head back so politely." She says this all the while looking down into your breastplate, blushing behind what seems to be a neckguard. You feel a soothing sense of relief as she says that, but can't help but feel bad for ruining her objective.

"Sorry about... ruining your night's plans. Please, uh, let me buy you dinner or something to make up for it." While you were genuinely intent in apologizing to her, you also had the desire to talk to a supernatural being.

"A DATE!?" She yells, covering her face behind both her hands, blushing so hard she might as well appear to be radio tower beacon. It takes a moment for her to recover her composure, but not her complexion and say, "I-I mean, if it's not too much tr-trouble, I'd... l-l-love to."

You stand there, stunned, unbelieving of how cute a single aberration can be. You then lead her to a fairly small but great Chinese takeout place. Hey, on a college payroll, you can't really be picky. Plus it was less busy at night and the owner was blind, so less chances of people freaking out when they see-
"Hey, so could I get your name?"
"Dalia." She said shyly.

As you two chat while eating some cheap takeout, you learn a great deal about Dalia. She is, obviously, of Irish descent. Her mother was a dullahan as well and you find out that she stopped being a messenger of doom as soon as she found someone to marry. From there, it sounds like Dalia had a pretty normal childhood except for her... night activities. But aside from that, she's just a regular girl. She's apparently the same year of college as you (obviously keeping her supernatural side secret).

You two finish your meals and before you say your goodbyes, you ask Dalia where she lives at. Apparently she lives on the other side of town, utilizing buses to get around. Unfortunately, the meal took longer than expected and the transit routes aren't running anymore.

In an extremely sheepish way, you ask her if she'd like to stay at your place. It's only five minutes away by walking and you're the only one in the apartment. Her response was, of course, extremely and cutely flustered, but she quietly agrees.

On the way home, Dalia latches onto you multiple times, getting startled at every occurrence, such as cars driving by and dogs barking. You couldn't help but internally Hnnnng.

You finally arrive at your modest but homey apartment. As you put your school things away you allow Dalia to take the first shower. With everything set into night mode, you hear Dalia humming a gentle tune in the bathroom. You couldn't help but smile at the juxtaposition that that girl embodied. Soon, there were sounds of her shower ending and then you realized-

"Hey the floor gets really slippery in there so be carefu-" *CRASH* Before you could finish, an armored dullahan crashes through your bathroom door, landing on top of you. Having had the wind fully knocked out of you, you assess the situation. No broken bones, a broken door, and Dalia's head comically rolling to your left. 2 out of 3. Good enough. As you get out from under her body, you can't help but laugh again, gently picking up Dalia's bright red face.

"Are you okay?" No response, but it seems that her head is trying to nod in your hands. "Whew, that's good." As your go to hand her head back to her body, the armor suddenly falls off, probably jostled from the fall. You instantly look the other way, this time your turn to blush. You attempt to hand her head back to her, but instead you feel her arms cup your face and motion you to look towards her.

"I-It's okay if you look... if you want to. I know I'm a really scary person. But you're the first person to find out what I am and not be afraid or abandon me..." She says this while her body is moving closer to you, still cupping your face.

With a smile, you lift up her head to yours and say, "No offense, Dalia, but you're anything but scary." With that your lips meet hers for a heart felt kiss.

You take the lead, still holding her head in your arms while laying her body down your bed. As you spread her legs, you truly take note of her lithe, pale body that lay before you. Wasting no time, you place yourself at her entrance and gently pressed forward. Holding her head so that she was faced directly at where the action was happening caused her body to react in turn. She was following every thrust, every pull, and every motion in between with lewd curiosity. Her expressions were even better this time because she couldn't even cover her face now.

Enough teasing now, though. You bring her head up for another kiss while increasing your rhythm. As your tongues embrace, you feel her moan into your mouth with each thrust, her walls pulsing euphorically around you. The constant string of pleasure that was enveloping you both was mounting towards the climax. As you break the kiss, you can't help but grunt loudly as you're about to cum, so you go to pull out, but you feel her legs lock behind you.

"N-No, please, inside!" You weren't in a mood to argue with the lady and continued for a few more thrusts until you filled her up with your seed. As you rest for a second, you pull out with a dull *Pop* As you lay down, she turns you on your back with a pleading look in her eye that could only signify that she wanted more. Again, you weren't going to argue with her, but this time she got on top.

You could still feel the remains of the last shot still inside her, adding to the sensation. You placed her head near your manhood and soon felt a licking sensation added on your shaft. Taking her head back, she took turns between using her mouth and her womanhood. The interchanging of the different pleasures did too well of a job in bringing you into pleasure.
"Dalia..." She heard all she need, going exclusively back into using her pussy and at a much faster tempo. You start thrusting as well, meeting her halfway each swing until you hilt into her for the last time, coating her insides a second time.

This time, she had reached her limit, falling on top of you. Picking up your head and holding it close to yours, you can she that she has a most content and cute smile on her face. You can't help but kiss her another time and place her head next to yours on the bed and hug it.

You fall asleep gently holding her head in your arms and with your forehead on hers.