Eternity of Horror

12. Lilith

Chapter 12

Lilith

M y anxiety every time I have to talk to Osiris is finally starting to dwindle, which is good because I need to complain right now. I just got off a group call with my so-called friends and as per usual, it was incredibly frustrating. However, that's not my only reason for calling him. I think what I have to tell him will make up for me bitching about my stupid friends. I'm sure he doesn't care about my drama, but I’m going to pretend for a minute that he does.

I dial his number from memory and listen as it rings. Every ring that gets closer to his voicemail ticks my anxiety up a notch. I hate leaving messages; I just don't think I'm good at them. Right as I’m about to hang up in a panic, he answers.

"Hello, my Little Corpse Queen," he murmurs into the phone. A slow and seductive tone drips into my ear and slides its way straight to my core.

"Hello, Sir..." I try to give him the same sultry tone back. Whether it works or not, I'm not sure. "Are you busy? I can let you go if you're busy. Do you want to just call me back?" Oh, hello, panic. I thought we weren't going to see you in this conversation.

"You don't need to do that," he says, a bit more flat but still in his sexy voice.

"Do what?" I ask, knowing full well what he's talking about but wanting to play dumb because that feels better than acknowledging that I have absolutely no self-esteem when it comes to him.

"If I was busy, my queen, I wouldn't have answered the phone. But I did. For you. So take a deep breath and tell me what you called for," he says. His calming voice always seems to settle my nerves so quickly. I don't know what it is about him, but he silences all the voices in my head that are telling me to freak out.

"Ok," I say as I follow his instructions and take a deep breath. "So, two things. One, I just got off the phone with my friends and…" I hear O scoff on the other end of the phone. It makes me feel so validated that I don’t even have to tell the story of what happened to know he is already on my side. I smile. "And they were just assholes. It was a group call about some guy that scared the shit out of them the other night while inviting them to some haunted house. I've never been a big fan of haunted houses, but honestly, I'm considering going just so I can potentially watch them cry. I mean, when you do what I do, very few things in the land of make-believe will scare you so..." I pause my ramble, hoping to get a response from him.

"He scared the shit out of them huh? How so?" I can hear Osiris smiling when he asks. I bite my lip, thinking about how their fear also makes him happy. I really feel like we just... get each other. In this moment, my anger and frustration melt away, and I'm just kind of floating in happiness. How long this lasts, I have no idea but... I'm going to enjoy it while it does.

"Oh, he just got in their faces and threatened them with a scalpel. Lovely choice I might add. I guess after he, and I quote, ‘disappeared into the night’, one of them pissed their pants, another cried, and the others said they were all absolutely going. When I tried to say that it wasn't really my thing, they just bitched at me for not coming out anymore. They said I was boring, being kind of a loser, and was destined to only ever fuck my vibrator for the rest of my life." I end that last line with a smirk, as he and I know full well that his cock fucks me more than my vibrator does. I feel my panties dampen at the thought of him inside me right now and whimper before he jumps in with his reply.

"Sounds like it's going to be a real scary place. You might want to go and watch what happens to them. I think that would be a good idea." His tone is dark and knowing, like he knows just the place I’m talking about. "And as far as what goes in your pussy. That toy might keep you warm at night when I'm not around, but that wet little hole between your legs that you're sitting on right now, belongs to me. Maybe we should invite them over and force them to watch how I devastate your holes. Show them how you take my cock like the best fucking girl, lookin' so pretty while you do it. They can guess how many times I am going to make you cum, and if they get it wrong then maybe they have an accident and end up on your embalming table." Jesus. He went from possessive, to sexy, to dark in one swing, and my pussy couldn't be wetter. I look down and find my hand inside my underwear, I don't even remember putting it there. I just whimper into the phone as I smear my wetness around my clit and wait to see if he has anything else to add or if it is my turn. When the silence spans a few more seconds, I speak.

"Oh... I...." I moan again at the pleasure I’m giving myself. "That would be a fun night for sure. But… speaking of ah... sex… and… death… and… bodies..." I mumble, still fighting back full-on moans as my fingers won't stop touching my pussy. "I…… I have someone here I think you should come meet." A rush of liquid floods my hole, and I can feel it leaking down my ass.

"Is that so? And who do you have there waiting for Daddy?" he growls into the phone. I swear just his voice could make me cum.

"A…. mm…… very pretty young girl. My age. Died from TSS. She's an autopsy though... is that…" Before I can finish, Osiris cuts me off.

"What's TSS? And no, an autopsy is just fine." I’m not used to non-clinical people speaking so candidly about this stuff. He almost seems excited about the autopsy .

"Toxic Shock Syndrome. Super rare. It can happen if you leave a tampon in too long which is a scary ass thought, but it happens to a small percentage of people and, clearly, can be fatal. Who knows what happened though, like, why she didn't change her tampon. My guess is she had a small tampon in, forgot it was there, used a toy of some kind to masturbate, and unknowingly pushed it further inside. The force of the toy pushing the tampon in could have caused small abrasions, making her susceptible to the toxins of the tampon. TSS requires emergency medical treatment, but who knows, maybe she thought it was a cold or stomach bug and now, well, she's here.... she’s here waiting for you, O." I tend to word vomit when it comes to stuff like this. I wouldn't be surprised if I heard him snoring.

"I'm on my way," he says after a short moment of silence. "And Lilith?" he continues.

"Yes?" I say, then quickly pull my lip back between my teeth.

"Take your hand out of your panties before you cum. You don't have permission to get off... yet," he growls before hanging up the phone. I immediately have to stop swirling my middle finger around inside myself because his display of ownership sends my orgasm rocketing toward my center and... Well I know I could just cum and say I didn't, but... I really want to be a good girl for him.

What seems like only moments later, Osiris pulls up and knocks on the flower door to the funeral home. It’s where we come in when we're doing removals. The door leads to the back hallways only accessible to my dad and I. I open the door and my pussy quakes as soon as my eyes drink him in. His eyes are piercing, looking black in the dark but a beautiful honey brown in the sunlight. His strong jawline is sprinkled with stubble outlining the smirk on his face as he watches me drool over him. Before he steps foot through the door, he reaches his hand out and places it around my throat. I feel as delicate as a dandelion in his powerful grip. He guides me backward as he steps in until the door closes behind him and my back is against the wall. My knees smash together like I’m going to stop the wetness from seeping its way through the fabric of my panties.

"Stay." He leans in and says, his mouth up against my lips. Suddenly my back is like super glue, adhered to the wall behind me. He slowly squats down on the balls of his feet, his arm still with enough reach to maintain the grasp on my neck. With his free hand, he pries my knees apart before leaning his face in between my legs, his nose pressing firmly against the warm fabric of my slacks that hide my needy pussy, and inhales a slow, deep breath. I swear my face is on actual fire from the embarrassment and near-shame at what it must smell like after being so unbelievably turned on, and then edging right before he got here. He looks up at me with a smile.

"Good girl. You didn't cum. I can smell how wet you are and if you did disobey me, you wouldn't be nearly this sweet," he growls, not even an inch away from my body. Opening his mouth, he cups my entire clit through my pants and slowly exhales the warmest breath from his mouth, the heated air making me fully aware of how drenched I actually am. Fuck.

"Um….. mm... So the prep room is right over here, I mean, you know. You've been here before, but, it's over here and.. fuck... and she's waiting for you, too. Just like I am…" I whimper out. He smiles again before standing and letting me go, my neck immediately missing the pressure of his hand.

I lead the way and guide him down the hall to the prep room door, my hand shaky as I enter the passcode. I’m not sure what's going to happen once we’re in the room, but I just know it's going to be disturbing, disgusting, and I can't wait to cum to it. I open the door like I’m revealing the grand prize on a game show.

I hold the door open as Osiris walks past me and up to the table, his eyes locked on the beautiful girl before him. Her pale, dead skin lays bare on the cold, steep table, unclothed and uncovered. All of her, the good, bad, and the autopsy, fully presented for his eyes to consume. I close the door as I watch him take slow steps along the length of the table, the middle finger of his right hand gliding up her shin, over her knee, and up her thigh. This is my first time seeing him touch another woman, and I don't think I wanted anything, living, dead, or otherwise, in my pussy so badly. His fingers change course and move over to the edge of her autopsy incision just above her pubic bone. "Is this how she came?" he asks, peering back at me as I watch him.

"Oh… ah yeah. So when they come back from the M.E. they generally don't sew the person up in the ne atest way. They basically just want to get them closed up and out the door as quickly as possible. A little disrespectful if you ask me but..." My eyes shoot back up to his as he peers back at me with a chuckle. His fingers continue to rise and fall along the bumpy path that the tight string woven through her flesh has made. "Heh. Yeah..." Anxiety has joined the chat . "I mean... So... but anyway. We undo what they did and sew them up neatly, if possible, just to make them look as presentable as we can." Finishing my statement, I abruptly stop talking before I make myself look even more dumb in front of him.

He turns the corner and stands at the head of the table, looking down at the girl's body. Using both hands, he glides them down her clammy skin until they cup both of her breasts. I bite my lip and watch as he takes her nipples in between his thumb and index fingers, giving them a gentle twist one way and then the opposite way, rolling them back and forth. Retracting his hands, he walks to the other side of the table, his fingers gliding down her arm as he makes his way toward the other end. It’s only now that I can visibly see how hard this man is. His massive cock presses painfully against the confines of his jeans, aching to be released. I make my way to the table to join the two of them.

Looking down, I admire her beauty. Aside from the large Y incision from the autopsy, her skin is flawless. My eyes cascade along her body until they meet her mound. Silky smooth like the rest of her. I dart my gaze to O and see that his eyes are fixed on the tender folds between her thighs. "You can... have a closer look if you want..." I say to him as my face ignites yet again.

"You read my mind," he groans as he grabs both of her knees and pushes her legs apart. Rigor mortis has set in so her limbs are pretty difficult to manipulate, but his strong arms seem to have little issue. I snake my hands up his right bicep and whimper at how solid it is. A smirk is shot my way before he bends down and puts his face between her open thighs. I watch as his tongue slithers out from between his lips and slowly glides up her dead slit. My hips buck a little as he takes the slowest taste of her pussy, dreaming of him kissing me after he's done eating her. I hear a rhythmic rubbing sound and realize he is palming his cock through his pants.

"Oh... Sir... You should just pull it out... and use it... please?" I gently beg. I’m not above getting on my knees at this point because I think if I don’t see him fuck this dead girl, I’m going to explode.

"Yeah, princess? You want to see my thick cock force its way into this dead cunt? Hmm?" he growls as he stands up, now hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his pants.

"Fuck.... I would do anything to see that... and... help? If you'd let me…" I say, somehow still as bashful as ever.

"Oh, my Little Corpse Queen. I have just the job for you. Since she isn't going to get wet for me, I am going to need you to spit on my dick as I slide it in and out of her. Keep me lubricated so I can fuck my living seed into her dead womb." His words are laced with a poisonous pleasure I don't think I’ll ever get enough of. He slips off his shoes and with a soft thud, his bottoms hit the ground. He steps out of them before mounting the table, hissing at the cold metal on his warm skin.

As he gets into position, kneeling in front of the beauty before him, I help push her legs over his muscular thighs to provide him the most access to her entrance. With his cock tightly in his hand, he begins circling the head around her smooth clit, beads of precum smearing her flesh. He gives me a look and nods toward his cock. A devious grin lights up my face before I gather as much spit in my mouth as I can. Leaning over, I make sure my mouth is hovered just above his dick before releasing the load of saliva I collected for him. With a wet splat, it lands on him and drips down her cunt underneath. I groan, "Fuck... please... put it in her pussy. Please. I need to see you inside her dead body."

He lets out a growl as he takes his freshly lubricated cock and dips into her entrance, pushing his hips forward, finally entering her. "Fuuuuuckkk, she's tight," he roars. I can tell he's pushing with a decent amount of force just to get inside her. As he retracts, her tight canal helps smear the spit along his cock, making it a little easier to enter her with the second thrust. He looks at me and then looks down again as he pulls almost all the way out. That's my cue.

I lean down and spit again, this time using my own hand to smear it all over his hard shaft. The thing is so hot that it’s practically on fire. As I take my hand away, I drag it up to her pussy lips that are stretched around his tip and wipe the leftover spit from my fingers onto her. Looking up at him, I slide my fingers up and start rubbing her clit. I know she can’t feel it, but he can feel her skin pulling and moving as I make tight circles. He continues his thrusts, getting deeper each time.

"Mmm fuck... this is good, but… I need you to help me some more," he moans. If only this man knew, I would do fucking anything for him.

"Oh... um, what do you want me to do?" I say, glancing up at him and locking eyes by the end of my question.

"I want you to reach inside her, and squeeze my cock. Can you do that for me princess?" He bottoms out inside her and holds it there. The look in his eyes is pure evil laced with lust. They’re absolutely hypnotizing.

Without responding, I step away to grab a scalpel. Coming back, he watches me as I cut the string at the base of the autopsy incision. I pull out the binding until her abdomen falls open, giving me plenty of access to her insides. I glance inside her, and he takes that opportunity to continue fucking her pussy again, allowing me to see his cock pushing in and where I need to grab.

With my bare hand, I reach inside her corpse and find the outside of her vaginal wall and wrap my fingers around it. It's cold, wet, and smooth in my hand. As he thrusts into her, I feel my fingers filling with his living cock, the warmth radiating through her cold innards. I force my hand in a little deeper and then look him in the eyes as I begin squeezing every time my hand is filled with him. His eyes immediately roll back with the added sensation of me gripping his dick inside of her body. I add a twisting and tugging motion as he pumps faster, the veins in his arms and neck become visible, standing out beneath his skin, a telltale sign that his orgasm is rapidly approaching.

"Fill her, Osiris. Breed her rotting pussy. Please. Empty every drop and let it all die with her. Please," I beg, my words helping to expedite his orgasm. With a few hard thrusts that slightly slide her up the table, I feel a hot splash through the walls of her reproductive organ. The warmth of his cum remains where my hand is even as he retracts and slams back in.

My cunt is burning with need and I feel like I'm just a few rubs away from my own orgasm. He pulls my hand out of her gut as he plucks himself from her hole, his cum slowly becoming visible in his absence. Without saying a word, he pulls the dead girl by her legs until they are dangling off the end of the table right at her knees. He moves with purpose and determination. Quickly, he puts me in front of her and bends me over. My pussy drips at the sheer force of how he moves my body. Before I can blink, my pants and panties are down to my knees and my soaking cunt is on display for him.

"Eat my cum from her cunt while I eat your cum from yours," he growls before getting on his knees. His big hands spread me wide, and the tongue that I can still vividly picture licking this girl's dead slit is now lapping up my living one. I moan loudly as he devours me from behind with a primal need I’ve never seen from him before. "EAT," he demands, alerting me to the fact that I was just frozen in pleasure .

I press my face into her cold pussy and start licking. His warm cum contrasting with the dead tissue makes me throb against his tongue, my thighs already shaking. He darts his tongue in and out of my pussy with his nose pressed against my asshole as I drink his seed from her. It drips so slowly I wish I could reach inside her and scoop it out into my mouth. His cum tastes like pure heaven mixed with her insides.

Only a few licks and I’m pushing with all my might against Osiris’s face. My cunt sprays my juices down his chin and onto the floor, squirting harder than I think I ever have. My asshole opens around the tip of his nose as my orgasm explodes out of me. I feel him breathe in my scent before he gulps, swallowing my squirt. The desperation this man has to consume every gas, smell, liquid, and solid that my body can produce causes my orgasm to last just a few moments longer.

With a growl, he licks up the last of my cum from my pussy and stands. The evidence of my orgasm soaking the front of his clothes. He spins me around and takes my face in his hands before leaning down and kissing me, slow and passionate. Our tongues twirl as we create the most intoxicating elixir in our mouths. His cum, my squirt, and death.

He pulls back from my mouth, a thumb caressing my cheek as he breathes, "That's my good Little Corpse Queen."