Blood everywhere, a dead body in the corner, eyes wide open and glazed over. The pool of blood was already beginning to congeal. She was so pretty. Her once long golden blonde hair was almost completely matted in her own blood. The blood dripped from her broken mouth as her dead eyes stared into nothingness. Her body was broken and several knife wounds decorated her graying flesh. Her party dress was torn and covered in dirt and blood, the area between her thighs bruised and bleeding from the violence she'd encountered.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, his leg shaking as he stared at her body. What did he do? How could he do this to her? He'd loved her so much. He still loved her, even as she lay dead and broken. He kissed her once more, this time she put up no struggle, then again…she was already dead. He savored the taste of her lips and the taste of her blood, mingling with her fallen salty tears. He deepened the kiss, reveling in her softness, her beauty. He knew it was wrong to kiss the corpse of the girl he just murdered but, he still loved her. He'd always wanted her and now he had her.
He stroked her blood stained face and smiled lovingly as his other hand made its way up her soft smooth leg. "So beautiful. God Julie, you are still so beautiful. I need to have you right now. Won't you let me make love to you, please?" he asked, knowing he'd receive no answer. "I love you so much Julie," he whispered as he stroked the battered place between her legs. he spread her bruised legs wide and rubbed himself against her, groaning at the feel of her slightly cooling soft flesh. He stroked the bare gentle folds of her private place, slowly inserting a finger in her. She was still warm and wet on the inside.
It drove him insane with the desire to be in her, to be one with her again, to make the moment last. He kissed her lips again, this time inserting his tongue in her wet lukewarm mouth. He loved the taste of her tongue. It still tasted of the sweet alcohol she had been drinking earlier that night. He pushed up her tattered skirt once more and entered her slowly. He loved the feel of her still tight wetness around his rapidly engorging member. His thrusts were slow at first, before he began to quicken his pace. His groans of pleasure growing loud with his panting breaths as he continued to make love to Julie's corpse.
He rubbed her nipple through the soft torn fabric of her dress, moaning as he thrust harder and deeper inside her. She felt incredible around him, her wetness so tight and slowly warming from the penetration. "Oh God Julie..I love you," he groaned, squeezing her breasts hard and pulling slighty as he thrusted faster. Harder. Deeper. He never wanted it to end, he wanted to always be with her. She was still Julie after all. "Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! I'm coming Julie! I'm COMING!" he cried out as his hot sticky cum filled her once again. He relaxed against her, panting heavily as he kissed her blood smeared lips again.
He rolled over beside her and entwined his fingers through her's. Pulling her corpse close again, he sighs heavily. He felt relaxed but, he knew that it would only be for these few moments with Julie. Well..Julie's corpse. He closed his eyes as he pulled her tightly against his body. He never wanted them to be apart but, he knew that they would have to soon. He doubted that anyone saw Julie leave with him that night, and if they did, he could never be implicated in her murder. They didn't run in the same circles and he was just the nice boy next door. His best friend didn't even see him escort Julie from the party.
He remembered it clearly, at least the beginnings of the party. After that, everything was kind of blurred and scattered he didn't even remember killing her. He could only vaguely recall certain piece of the night that led to his making love to Julie. He closed his eyes, thinking back to the events that led to this sickeningly wonderful experience.
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