Dark fantasies provoke unholy thoughts in my sadistic mind. My cunt is wet. My hand is between my bloody legs, rubbing my clit. His blood drips down my body, aiding my attempts to cum as lube. His decapitated head hangs above me, raining fresh hot blood down over me. His body was beneath me, violently twitching in the last throes of passion as the body finished cumming deep inside of me. I kept riding the necro cock, making sure to milk every single drop of cum out of that postmortem prick.
I’ve got this new sick fetish, one that’s sure to impress. I want to be bred by a dead man; you heard me right! I started killing them the second they start to cum! The body will continue to pump that sticky sperm into my hot killer cunt even after the head or heart has been removed. Ask me how I know those things sometime. Anyway, he was writing beneath me. And then, the blood cooled, the body stilled, and that sweet iron rain started to congeal. I raised up, cupping a hand to my dripping cunt, trying to keep the cum in there as best I can.
I crave to raise my own little murderer, making the perfect killer kitten. No one would suspect an innocent angel to be their very end. I would feed the brat on blood and milk from day one. I’m not interested in breeding with a breathing man, sorry darling. I need that necro cum to give me my perfect little demon.
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