The rats flourished
under the bridge scurrying to and fro around Caleb’s feet. His shorts were tattered as was his tank
top. He gazed down at his feet and
muttered a curse as one of the rats bit his big toe. He kicked the rat away and it turned its head
to him and sneered, as much as a rat could anyway. Caleb’s long blonde hair clung to him and
dripped with water. He loved the rain,
loved the storms, just as long as he was in a warm dry place and able to just
listen to it and watch it. How many women
had he seduced just to be able to sleep in a warm bed at night? He couldn’t count. He rarely had to fuck them; the silver tongue
he was gifted with almost always saw him in the home of a woman and a meal or
two. Caleb rested his head against the
stone wall of the overpass bridge. A
heavy sigh wafted past his lips and he could vaguely see his breath as he
exhaled. Autumn was turning into winter
faster than he liked and letting out a grunt he got up to his feet as he kicked
a few more rats away from him. Caleb
slowly walked from beneath the overpass bridge into the pouring rain and the
rats stayed behind give for a large one about the size of a cat. It hissed at Caleb as he walked away and kept
hissing at him. Frustrated, Caleb picked
up the rat by its neck, looked at it dead in the eyes and snapped its neck
tossing it to the side as he picked up his pace.
The woman’s body was
cool to the touch as Caleb ran his fingers up her legs pausing at her
thighs. His fingers lingered there as he
gazed around but knowing that nobody in the world knew of his hideaway. He dragged her there as she kicked and
screamed. Dead for a full day. He looked at his watch and at the night sky,
the moon red as blood was as close to the Earth as it could get in a year’s time. Still, he could wait a full year just to be
able to catch a glimpse and spend a few hours with his beloved. Smiling at long held secret memories his face
turned back to the corpse that lay on a make shift bed erected from moss. Caleb’s fingers continued to make their way
up the woman’s milky thighs tinged blue from death. She was so cool to the touch as his fingers
met her secret lips. He imagined his
Hannah, even when she lived she was cold.
Cold to the touch and yet it rarely phased her. Skin as white as porcelain and soft as silk,
her long hair as black as midnight and eyes crystal clear and twinkling like
two stars, she had been magnificent. His
Hannah was a beautiful portrait of walking death if the dead were to walk,
speak, or able to make love. Caleb
looked into the woman’s eyes which had long since iced over from death, a steel
blue turned glass. He grimaced, not his
favorite color but the eyes he needed none the less.
He inserted a finger
deep between the woman’s labia’s and reveled in the coolness, the moisture that
had collected there over the last 24 hours.
He removed his finger and ran it along his lips, he taste and smell of
death was pungent, but as strong as it was it only turned him on more. It was a strangeness that enveloped him but
it was his own love that invoked his own desires toward the necrotic liaisons
that he had grown accustomed too. After
all, Hannah had always been so cold and after her physical death he had been
unable to lay with another for centuries and even after that he could barely
stomach sleeping near any woman whose body was warm and rosy. It was once, just once he had been interested
in any female since his Hannah had past and that was because she was nude in
the snow and half dead. He had saved her
and taken her to a lodge. Thankful to
him she had kissed him and barely had his fingers brushed against her shivering
skin that his senses tuned into the organ that typically rested flaccid against
his owns thighs, and it stirred. Caleb
hadn’t even really so much as looked at her and he took her with the savagery
of an animal gone rabid. So savagely
that by the time his lust subsided he was covered in her blood and realized
that her throat was tore out and there were deep gouges tore into her abdomen,
hips, ass, and shoulders. He snuck out
of the lodge that night, racked with guilt.
Not for having killed the girl, but a thought that he had betrayed a
bond. It took years to get over
that.
His lips met her
breasts as he lifted up her shirt. His
hair still dripped lightly from the recent rain shower and it fell in droplets
onto her flesh. His hands ran over her
shoulders and his eyes closed and he could feel Hannah there. It was her shoulders her was touching, her
skin he was kissing, and her body he was reveling in. His mouth, lips, tongue made their way lower
down her smooth flat belly, over her mound, her clit, and he kissed her slit
before sticking his tongue deep inside as he inhaled deeply of the aroma of
death and decay. The taste was
intoxicating. He let the scent wash over
him, and Hannah’s own scent lingered in the air. His memory was encompassing him as his left
hand gripped one of the corpse’s legs putting it over his shoulder letting his
cheek rest against the cold skin as his tongue probed the depths of the pussy
in front of him. His right hand reached
down to grip his own hardness and began stroking himself slowly. He could feel drops of pre-cum forming at the
tip of his cock which acted like lubricant to aid the glide of his hand over himself. Excited by the anticipation on what was ahead
he could barely contain himself and with a year of built up cum he almost
ejaculated too soon.
He pulled his tongue
away from the mound in front of him and made his way up the stiff body of the
woman. His cock rock hard and dripping
barely grazed the thigh of the cool body beneath him and he could feel every
nerve in his body begin to react and his blood begin to boil in his veins. Caleb bend his head down and breathed in the
scent of the woman hair, black as a raven, black as Hannah’s had been. Caleb nuzzled the neck beside him, no pulse,
no life, and thankfully no warmth. He
growled deep in his throat the tip of his cock slowly penetrated the folds of
the woman’s pussy. Wet from his pre-cum
he began to slowly fuck the body beneath him.
He whispered some unknown words into her ear as he lifted himself up
positioning between her legs and thrusting deeply into her. Caleb stared longingly into the frozen eyes
and the angry red gash and dried blood at her neck. He leaned over and licked at her stained neck
as he continued to thrust into her harder and steadily faster. Lifting back up he stared into the icy steel
blue eyes that was hers and he growled loudly as his hands dug into her hips
and shot cum deep into her. All the
while his moans and growls grew louder and before he completely lost himself
the body before him shot up to meet him and pull him back toward it.
The corpse let out an
earth shattering moan and Caleb could feel the muscles surrounding his cock
squeeze tightly and he was enveloped with a torrent of cool liquid. He gazed into the eyes of the body and smiled
as twinkling stars stared back. Caleb
rained kisses along her face and neck as she sat perched on his lap. He cradled her head in his and told her
feverishly how much he adored her. It
had been a year since he last saw his Hannah and every day since that night had
been hell on earth, an exquisite torment until now.
“Have you found a way
to keep me here?” Hanna’s voice whispered
to him from the mouth of the living corpse Caleb held.
Caleb shook his
head. “No.” He held her hands in his. “I cannot stay here Hannah. I cannot be here. This is torture to make me stay here.” He pleaded as his eyes fixed on hers.
She sighed and kissed
him on the lips. “Is my body safe?” She inquired.
“It’s safe.” He replied
“How close are you to
finding the book?” He kissed his fingers
one by one.
He let out a grunt of
frustration. “Closer, but it’s taking
too long. I can’t wait till the next
event to bring you back. It’s just too
long. Let me join you. Please?”
He pleaded with her.
She looked sour. “I want to live again. I want to be there. I want us to be there, together, there.”
She looked lovingly at
him and embraced him to her breast and kissed him on his forehead. “Get the book my beloved.” Her voice trailed off and he could feel the
body grow limp and he lay it back down.
Tears trailing down his
face he wiped them away as he left the solitude of the cavern he was in letting
out a torrent of howling along the way.
He looked up at the sky and cursed the rising sun as it took away the
brief moment of happiness he received once a year. He staggered toward the trail that would take
him to the street that would lead him to his next meal and warm bed.
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