Death's Alluring Scent

The man slowly ran his fingers on her fair, beautiful skin. It was silky against his touch. He was ecstatic to touch her, while she was motionless and cold. And he liked that. No, rather, he loved that. His heart was beating fast in excitement. His pupils dilated at the thought of having her, taking her. Over and over again. Whenever he wanted her. It wouldn’t be impossible given the circumstances.

The light in the room was dim, enough for him to see and admire her exquisite, naked body. Her hair was light blond and wavy, full of life, which was in contrast of the unmoving body before him. Her nose was pert and perfect. His fingertips ran over it in deep admiration, going down to her full lips.

He straightened up as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He stroke it, feeling it grow thick and hard.

“Ah!” He took a deep breath, smelling the mixture of wax and death. The four white and black candles at the altar were lined up alternately, and their fire danced slightly when he moved away from the high bed.

The altar was on the left wall where it was filled with the pictures of his loves. Yes. He loved more than one woman. He adored each one of them, and he wanted to keep them all forever by his side. No one can ever take them away from him. Unless he would get rid of them. It would be his choice. Always. No one would ever dare leave him.

He took off his shirt slowly, smiling down at the woman with closed eyes. “I will always love you, Irénée. You should know that.” When he was done shedding off his undergarment, his smile was even broader. He stroked his erect manhood and rolled the rubber over it. As he joined her in bed, he caressed her thighs gently. “Open up for me, Irénée,” he said gently, separating her pale limbs slowly. He then knelt in the middle.

He rained kisses on her flat stomach. His eyes reached to her sexy collarbone, where there was a small incision below it and was sutured. “I hope that man was gentle to you when he stitched you up. Or else, I’m going to fuck him up!” He looked up at her face. She was stationary.

He continued to kiss her when she didn’t make a sound. He then smiled.

Her hands were folded just below her pallid breasts. For him, it was a beautiful sight to behold. It was a clear sign she wouldn’t protest or deny him anything. She was his.

He pinched the two peaks as his nose sniffed her still hands, smelling the lotion he massaged on her skin earlier.

“Ah, your hands are delicate, Irénée, my love.” He rubbed his face on them, closing his eyes. Her cold hands were like ice but he loved it against his skin.

A few moments later, he slowly guided his hard arousal in the inner part of her thighs, rubbing there. Loving the feel of her.

“Fuck! I want to get inside of you now but not yet, Irénée,” he said. His stiff rod shook excitedly, and he stroked it slowly from tip to root. He teased her entrance, moving the head of his cock up and down. And all the while, his fingers pinched her breasts and rolled them against his palm.

“Your breasts are perfect!” He groaned in satisfaction.

Now it seemed that the urge was stronger. He flattened his palms on the bed, hovering over her inanimate body. His eyes were hazy with so much desire. It almost shook his entire system. He bent his head to claim her lips that were painted in red, while he moved his cock over her dry pussy. Then his lips moved over her lips tenderly like she was a fragile Chinaware. He groaned louder with want, running his tongue over her face, tasting her bland skin that was covered with makeup. But it didn’t matter. To him, she was sweet. And she would even taste sweeter in a few more days when he’d bathe her with honey. With that thought, he felt even more excited. His heart danced wildly inside his rib cage, like it was celebrating. No, he couldn’t wait to have more time with her. And he would love to spend more time with her. As much as he could.

He thrust inside her and mewled with so much pleasure. She was so tight and it felt so great! He pulled out his cock to ram it inside her again.

“Ohh… fuck! Yes…”

The necrophile plunged in again and again, bleating in so much delight that he felt with her unmoving body. Beads of sweat began to form in his forehead, chest and back with his exertion. He gazed down at her as he continued to move his hips in his own rhythm. He wanted to reach far down inside of her as he drove deeper into her. His soul was elated by their being one.

He smiled as he saw her body shake with his every thrust. Her breasts slightly shook as well, which filled his eyes with great splendor. He caressed one breast as he continued to move his pelvis. He pinched the peak and felt he was about to climax. He threw his head back and grunted as he shoved deeper and released his seeds.

“Uhh…” he groaned ecstatically.

The warm liquid bathed his huge cock. He breathed in and out, still feeling exhilarated. He looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him. With his thumb caressing her lower lip, he smiled at her tenderly.

“You made me perfectly happy, my beloved Irénée.”

He bent down to give her another kiss on the lips. Slowly, he withdrew his body away from her and took off the condom. He spilled his semen on the V of her lower abdomen and watched it flow down the slit of her sex.

His eyes were shiny with glee. And his lips stretched into a smile.

“How’s our first night together, Irénée?” His eyes moved on to her face as his fingers touched his own semen and spread it over her smooth folds. “You do want more, don’t you?”