Eternity of Horror

7. Osiris

Chapter 7

Osiris

I ’ve been following my Little Corpse Queen for weeks. She doesn't go out on many pickups. Half the time, it's an older guy that I assume is her dad based on the multiple interactions I’ve witnessed from the shadows. I’ve also noticed how she winces when he calls her ‘Lilly Bean’, but doesn’t correct him or express her distaste for the name, leading me to believe he’s not just some random coworker. The few she's done have been busy hospitals or nursing homes. Sometimes, the families follow her out to the black minivan and watch her load their dead loved ones into the back. Other times, it's just a security guard in the back of a hospital next to the big blue dumpsters. Why is the morgue almost always located near the dumpsters? I'll have to ask her that when I finally get her alone. Yeah... who am I kidding? The only thing I’ll be asking her is which hole she wants me to rage fuck my cum into.

I sit outside her funeral home, parked in my slightly beat-up used car that I picked up when I got into this town. I like to have some means of transportation. One that blends in and is very unassuming. I sit idling, lights out, window down, fidgeting with the black rubber gasket that the window glass slides between, patiently waiting. The cool fall air glides across the flesh of my hand on its way into the car, reminding me that the season is rapidly changing.

The garage door opens, and out comes the van. It's time. I watch as she pulls out, using her blinker with every turn. I like to think that she hopes I am following her, so she makes sure to use proper turn signals so I can follow with ease. She's such a good girl for me.

We arrive on a dark side street. My heart races because, well, this is it. This is what I have been waiting for. As long as no family comes out and watches her leave. I don't love that there is a police car outside, though. The police and I aren't really the best of friends. At least we won't be if I ever get caught. I smirk at the idea of being found out and the absolute carnage I would create before they kill me. I can't fucking wait to die. But until then, I will be the one bringing death. And many glorious and painful orgasms to this pretty little girl.

She comes out of the house with her stretcher, carrying a body under the maroon cover. She stops at the back of her van and glances in my direction. My car is off and parked in between street lights, so it should look like any other car parked along the road. She exchanges words with the cop before he walks to his cruiser and pulls out. As she opens the back of her van, I open my door. She slides the stretcher inside, and when she does, I take that opportunity to close my door, the noise from the metal clanking in the back of her van disguising the sound. She is moving much slower than normal. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I get closer, watching her almost shrink in size as I approach. I didn't realize how much smaller than me she was until this moment.

She slams the back door of the van down and is immediately frozen. In the reflection of the glass, she sees me standing less than two feet behind her. Sneaking up on her may not have been the best idea, but it's how I'm used to making my presence known. I’m not really skilled in the ways of a normal introduction. She slowly turns until she's facing me, her head tilted up to see my face. My dark gaze, filled with nothing but lust, bore down into her glassy, pleading eyes.

I open my mouth to speak but the words are devoured before they leave my lips. Her arms are immediately wrapped around my neck, pulling me down as her lips crash against mine. The ferocity in which she kisses me is like nothing I have ever felt. Then again, I haven't kissed a consenting partner in...

Her tongue assaults mine. If a mouth could have an orgasm, I imagine this is what it would feel like. Her mouth cumming into mine, saliva splashing back and forth not knowing if it's hers or mine. I slip my hands under her arms and lift her off the ground as I bring my leg up between hers. Placing my foot on the bumper of her van, I sit her on my knee and let gravity pull her weight, slowly sliding her way up my defined thigh muscle until her dampening pussy is at the peak. She whimpers and digs her nails into my shoulders, still refusing to break the kiss. I think if she so much as stroked a single finger down my cock, I would be cumming into my underwear instantly.

She finally pulls away, looking into my dead hazel eyes with her sparkly ones. There is a darkness in hers too, one that I have only ever seen in my own growing up. But I don't want to think about that right now I just want her.

"What took you so long? You had me thinking you weren't even real for a minute," she says, still catching her breath from the surge of endorphins during our passionate kiss.

"Maybe I'm not real," I say with a smirk. "But let's say I am. What would you want to do with me?" I growl the words, and I feel her thighs clench around mine. I can read her like a fucking book.

"I would put you in my van and take you back with me," she says. I can hear the nerves in her voice, wondering if that was too far. "Please?" she adds.

I put her down and smile, walking to the passenger side of the van before she moves an inch. I open the door and get in. This might be the first time I’m in the presence of a body that didn't die because of me or Father. I glance back at her still standing behind the van, brushing her hair with her fingers, taking a few deep breaths before turning and coming around the side to her door. She looks at me through the glass, like she’s making sure that I’m real. The fact that this confirms just how much she's been thinking of me, maybe as much as I have her, makes my cock harder than any dead woman could.

We drive all the way back to the funeral home in silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other. I catch her biting her lip as I'm sure the most inappropriate thoughts are spiraling through her mind. I can't wait to fuck each and every one of them out of her pretty head.

Pulling up to the funeral home, she hits the garage door button on the remote hooked onto the visor above her head. She swings around and then slowly backs into the funeral home before hitting the button to close the door and turn off the van. We both sit for a moment or two in silence before she blurts out. "So I just kissed you, and I don't know if you wanted to kiss me, but you did kiss me so you must have wanted to kiss me.” She continues to ramble. “I don't know if I'm a good kisser. It's been a while since I've kissed anyone. Not that I'm a virgin or anything, heh trust me." She giggles nervously. I lean back, raise an eyebrow, and smirk at her word vomit. "OH... I don't mean I'm a whore. I mean there's nothing wrong with a woman having multiple sexual partners. If a man can do it, why can't a woman? She should be able to enjoy sex too with whoever or whatever she wants." Her eyes glance back at the dead body and then shoot back to me to see if I caught it. I smile wider to let her know that I absolutely did. "OH. I... Well... I. So if you want to go, you can. I mean, I realize I just kinda drove you away from where we just were, not that I know if you live around there if you walked there or drove there or took an Uber there, but how would you know where I was unless you were following me, which I gotta say..." She bites her lip and fans herself.

I lean forward and take her face in my hands. She stutters and breathes, but no more words come out. "Shh, shh, shh... I loved the kiss. You might not be a whore yet, but I promise I am going to make you feel like one, and I think maybe I should give that energetic mouth something a bit more productive to do," I say with confidence despite knowing that I have a fifty percent chance of ending up with a smack across my face and her getting fucked anyway.

"I... will you lay on the empty stretcher back there?" she asks, her voice shaky as her thumb directs my attention to the back of her van. There are two stretchers, one with a body and one without. I smile and make my way back, unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants and underwear down to my ankles and off of one foot. My thick cock is hard and lying against my thigh before I take it in my hand and slowly massage the length up and down. As my pre-cum leaks down the head and to the shaft, I moan and ask, "Mmm, well? Don't let this warm cock go to waste, my Little Corpse Queen." Her eyes flutter at my words, and a moan slips from between her lips.

She climbs from the front and over the dead body that's strapped to her stretcher in order to get herself where we both need her to be. I watch her small, delicate hands replace my larger one around the base of my cock as she whispers "wow" to herself. She presses her nose where my balls meet my cock and slowly inhales as she drags it up to the tip, breathing in my scent before her lips open wide, taking me inside.

I growl at the sudden warmth around my thick crown; her slick tongue massaging the underside as she bobs her head up and down slowly, only taking an inch or two. Her hands work together, gliding up the remainder of my cock, her grip tight as she milks the pre-cum out and into her mouth. I force my dick to throb, and her sudden gasp lets me know that she got a big taste of what I have to offer her.

As I’m about to grab her head and force her mouth down, she begins taking me deeper, forcing more of my dick in her throat than her body wants to allow. The narrow passage behind her tongue squeezes my tip as she tries to hammer it down further. She gags around me, causing spit and a small amount of vomit to seep out around my thickness. She glances up at me when she realizes some of the contents of her stomach are spilling out. I growl at her. "More."

She fucks her own throat harder at my command. " That's my good little whore. Don't stop until I tell you to, or I will fucking hurt you." The aggression in my voice gives her visible goosebumps. I can see in her eyes that she knows I will if she doesn't obey. She tries harder, pushing more of me down her throat until her lips almost touch my base. I feel her stomach roll and her chest heave. She pukes around my dick, the force blasting it off my body and back onto her body, soiling her nice clean suit she wears to do her pickups. I growl loudly at how fucking turned on that makes me. I slam my hand onto the back of her head and grab her by her hair, ripping her face off my dick. She gasps into the air like she just swam up from the deep end of a pool, remnants of throw up on her cheeks and chin. The embarrassment washes over her face like a tidal wave.

"Oh, god... I'm so... so sorry... I... that's never.." she tries to squeak out without crying. I interrupt her.

"Hey! Don't you fucking dare apologize for that. Trust me, princess, out of the filthy fucking things I like, that was by far the tamest. Now, it's your turn."

I shift and pull her down to the stretcher where I was, hooking my fingers into her pants and pulling them off her in one swoop. I groan when I see that even her thighs are wet with her juices just from sucking me. I take the back of her thighs in each hand and push her legs back and open. Looking up at her eyes as I gather saliva in my mouth and spit directly onto her already-drenched pussy. She gasps as her head falls back onto the stretcher.

I sniff between her legs too, like a wolf about to devour his meal. The sweetest smell of everything between her legs blends together in my nose, forcing my eyes to close as I lean in and take that first lick. My flattened tongue presses against her leaking hole and slowly glides up to her clit. She doesn’t struggle or fight me. She just accepts my tongue in the most private parts of her body with such eagerness. I smile as I swallow her taste, thinking she's already my good little whore.

I begin swirling my tongue around her clit. Playing with it as she whimpers and pleads for me to keep going. I lick a little harder, causing the pitch of her moans to tick up. The finishing touch is sliding my hand down her thigh and pressing a thick finger into her cunt, curling it up inside her. I hammer my finger into her pussy, my knuckles punching her asshole. My tongue stays consistent as I lick her swollen clit and wait for the fireworks.

Her breath catches in her throat and her lower back lifts off the stretcher, pressing her cunt down onto my hand as I keep my rhythmic pumping steady. I growl against her. "Cum for me my Little Corpse Queen. Soak my face like the whore you are."

I feel her push, and a rush of liquid splashes out over my hand. I return my tongue to her clit, and my hand forcefully splashes her squirt all over both of us as she blasts me a second time.

I sit up. The evidence of her orgasm pouring off my face like I just stepped out of the shower. Pulling her up into my chest. One arm wraps tight around her as she shakes. Her breath ragged and all over the place as she holds onto me. She probably thinks I am cuddling her, like... what do they call it… aftercare? But no. I’m moving her so I can unzip the cover she is laying on. The sound of the zipper doesn’t even get her attention. When I open it, I see two black seat belt-like buckles. Perfect.

I open one of the buckles and lay her back down. When she finally opens her eyes, she looks up at me with some confusion, and dare I say, fear. I smile at her. "You got to cum, little one. But I didn't... yet."

I press her knees to her chest and pull the buckle over the backs of her thighs. Buckling it together, I take the slack and pull it tight so her legs are fixed against her body and she can't move, her pretty cunt on full display.

"Wha... what are you going to do to me..." she asks shyly. I wonder if she knows or if she's genuinely curious. I mean, I am a stranger who followed her in the dark, got into a van with a dead body in it, and now has her strapped to a stretcher. Not the most normal first date I would imagine.

"Do you mean... am I going to hurt you? Mmm, it might hurt a little bit. But the good kind of hurt. The kind of hurt that when you sit down tomorrow there will be a sting that reminds you of what you did. What I did to you. A hurt that will get under your skin and make you crave more. Pain that will have you begging me to do it again, but next time, make it permanent," I tell her as I slide closer to her.

I take my cock in my hand and rub it up her asshole to her pussy. Full slow strokes with the tip along both pretty little fuck holes. The adrenaline is boiling in my chest at how close I am to entering her. I want to just force my cock into her asshole and see how loud she can scream. But maybe I'll save that for our second date.

My leaking tip finds her welcoming cunt, her tender lips parting as I press myself forward. "Fuck, you're so big..." She groans as more of me enters her.

"And alive..." I say, giving her a knowing smile. A look of panic that washes over her face right before I plunge every inch of me inside her. Forcing that emotion into the back of her mind and replacing it with pleasure and pain. I can feel the head of my dick hitting her cervix. "Mmm, not very deep are you, princess?" I chuckle.

I use my thumbs to pull her pussy lips open more and begin my assault. I’m not interested in lasting a long time or making her think I’m some porn star. I’m only interested in emptying my nuts into her cunt and watching my seed leak out onto the same stretcher that dead bodies lay on. I wonder if she cleaned this after the last time or if there's still remnants of the dead under us.

With deep heavy thrusts, I fuck my entire length into her. Not caring how bad it hurts either of us, bruising her cervix and the head of my cock with their repeated collision. My fingers dig into the meat of her folded thigh harder as I feel myself getting close. I quicken my pace to match my increased growls.

"Please, fill me. Please..." she cries. I mean, literally crying. Being unsure if she is begging for my load because she wants it or because she wants it to stop sends me over the edge. I fuck every single drop of cum in my balls into this helpless girl's little cunt. My tempo slows but the force of my thrusts remains ruthless .

Once finished, I withdraw my length from her and watch as it spills out. My cock is covered in our cream - hers and mine. I smile at the mess I made of her, inside and out. I unbuckle the strap, admiring the marks left behind on her legs before she straightens them with a stretch and groans. She reaches into a milk crate that's tucked in between the track on the floor that the stretchers slide in on and the back sliding door. Grabbing a white sheet, she gently cleans her pussy up with it, biting her lip as she looks at me. Her gaze locked on my face, watching me as I watch her clean herself. So fucking filthy.

“So um… Hi. My name is Lilith, nice to meet you.” She says with a nervous giggle.

Continuing to make eye contact, I glide my index finger through the sticky mess that soaks the length of my cock with a smirk, “Osiris.” I bring my finger to my mouth and suck the gathered juices off with a moan. “Nice to meet you too.”

We hop out of the van, and she pulls the dead person out with us. She is filled with pure excitement as she opens the garage door on the side of the building and leads us down a hallway to a room that I can only assume is where she prepares the dead for burial. On a table in the corner is an old man, his head propped up on a black plastic block. There is some kind of creamy white stuff all over his face under a few layers of plastic wrap. I look around, silently taking in everything for a few minutes while she tells me about what she does. I’m half listening but my curiosity can't help but interrupt .

"Do you ever get any good looking bodies here? I mean I am VERY well aware young people die... I've seen them... but have YOU seen any young, attractive dead people?" I say with a smirk.

"I ahh... I mean. I get all kinds of people on my table... um. But sure... there have been a couple of attractive people. I think..." she says as shyly as humanly possible. There is that panic and embarrassment again. Oh, this girl is fuckin filthy, isn't she? There is definitely a dark secret hiding behind that shame.

"Do me a favor... the next time you get a pretty young girl on your table, let me know... I would love to..." I pause to lick my lips and make eye contact with her. "Have a look at her." A wicked smile grows on my face as I watch her lip slide between her teeth again. This girl is going to be fun.