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Victor can not believe the bad day that he is having from morning to current. First, he constantly messes up his vows during practice sessions with the priest and his bride to be. Then, he almost caught his soon to be mother-in-law on fire with his nervousness and being just overwhelmed with the whole arranged marriage. An arranged marriage that he did not have any say in the matter. Finally to top it all off, for some bizarre reason, let alone the lowest of odds to have happened, he managed to find his confidence and successfully performed his vows perfectly. Just so he can accidentally and unawarely propose and marry another woman. But just any woman. He proposed and accidentally married a corpse.
A woman corpse of all women. To make matters worse, Victor ended up going to a world where all the dead go when they die which is the Land of the Dead. Just the sight of seeing actually living dead people alone would give anyone permanent nightmares, along with being forever scarred for life. During that moment of being frightened and trying to maintain composure, he managed to get answers that he wanted to have which were strongly involved with the dead woman in a nice catchy musical performance. Victor was a fool to think he can escape his fate with his new undead bride while trying to escape her world of the unloving.
Feeling like a darn maze, Victor can not seem to find no exit no matter how far he went. Even his new wife is chasing and calling his name to come back. Currently, Victor had somehow got self trapped when climbing up on the wall and went through the worn-out gate rails with the bars a bit wide enough to go through. He looked to see there wasn't anywhere to run to as there was a thick blue-violet brick wall in front of him. And both on the right and hand sides. He is trapped like a mouse.
“Victor!. Victor, darling!.” Emily called when walking up on the steps that Victor didn't see. She giggled. “You could have taken the stairs, silly.”
Victor gasped. “I didn't even see those steps.”
Emily smiled sweetly once she stood six feet from him. “Well, if you haven't been running around like a headless chicken and not looking around your surroundings, then you might not have to climb like a mountain climber.”
Unlike thinking like this is having an awful bad day like Victor, Emily on the other hand saws it as the greatest day of her afterlife. Being dead for ten long years, Emily can truly say that she is at last happy and at peace. She made that vow under that old oak tree that was being murdered by the man that she thought and believed he loved her, that she will wait for her true love to come and set her free from her bondage. That bondage being her being heartbroken, lonely, and unhappy. Emily made it her overall afterlife goal to wait for the man that truly loves her and she finally got with Victor. She learned everything that she needed to know about him.
Emily knows he is wealthy, an heir to his family's fish business, and being hesitant and unconfident. She didn't care about his money or the business, no, she only cared about Victor himself. When she was a child she had always dreamed of being a wife and being a mother. She was raised in a good wealthy family that was very down to earth and learned what it truly means to be a lady and be the perfect wife. Emily knows what it means to be a perfect wife. She just loves the idea of belonging to a man. She knows the foundation of what and how a true wife is supposed to be, which is being both a godly woman and godly wife. Emily lives the three sacred rules that define the perfect wife and as it is her personality and character itself. Those three sacred rules were Love, Honor, and Obey.
Emily smiled happily at her Victor as she can not wait to start the eternal marriage together. “Oh, Victor, I never once doubted that my day would finally come. Now, we can be together forever.”
Victor rubbed the back of his head while looking down at his feet. "L...Look, Emily, I sympathize with your tragedy. I really am. It's just that... It's just that..."
Emily tilted her head in patience. "Please darling take your time. Around here, time doesn't matter nor you couldn't tell. Luckily, we have clocks to help us."
Victor sighed and looked up at the beautiful decayed woman corpse. "Thanks for giving me the fun facts about this place."
Emily giggled. "You're welcome, darling. I know this place can be a bit overwhelming at first, but it's not so bad once you get used to it. Besides, you're with me now. I'll take care of you, just like how it should be in marriage."
Victor had to respect her determination and willing dedication. "That's very wifey of you. You're awfully nice."
Emily's smile grew wider, showing her beautiful white teeth. "It's what I've been waiting for. To serve and love a man like you."
"B...But we can't be together." Victor finally breaks his hesitation.
Emily's smile faded slightly, confusion written on her face. "But you did say the vows."
"Yes, I...I did. But it was a mistake." said Victor.
"Oh, it wasn't a mistake, silly." Emily spoke in denial. "You just couldn't believe that you have finally found a woman that loves you for you. All of your faults and goods."
Victor felt his heart squeeze, she had a point. But the truth is, he was engaged to Victoria and she was waiting for him in the Land of the Living. "Emily, I'm already engaged."
"I know." Emily happily showed her hand that had the ring on her finger. "It's me and we're married!."
Victor's eyes went wide. "Emily, no, I'm...look. Do you know the difference between you and myself?."
Emily looked at him, her smile never leaving her face. "We're just two different people from two different worlds, darling. But love knows no boundaries, right?."
"Well, yes, but... I'm alive and you're dead. This can't work." said Victor, hoping that this has gone through her head.
Emily gave it a good thought of what Victor meant. The part of 'This Can't Work' stood out the most. She thought real hard about what he meant by that until figuring it out. It made her dead heart sensitive on what Victor is applying as she understands. She comprehended that he is thinking he isn't going to get any libido from her due to her being dead. But how wrong he is on that one.
"Oh, Victor, darling don't worry. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean that you're never going to enjoy or experience the best part about marriage. Coitus." Emily smiled sweetly while having a hint of intimate desire in her eyes.
Victor gasped at her response. "W...What?."
Emily giggled at his reaction. "Oh, don't be so shocked, darling. The dead can still feel love. And love's sweet embrace can be felt by everyone, regardless of whether their heart is beating or not." She took a step closer to him, her eyes shimmering with an eerie yet alluring light.
"I never thought of believing it's possible that corpses can still...do it." said Victor when finding himself having his back against the wall as soon as Emily got too close to him.
"Some corpses who still have their bottom parts functional and dead can still enjoy pleasure. Even death doesn't discriminate against sexual pleasure." Emily spoke before she did what Victor never expected. "Just because I'm dead doesn't mean we can't have fun or show our love for each other physically."
Emily put each hand on each side of her bodice and pulled them all the way down showing her impressive ghostly-blue large bust that would make any man believe she had a baby. Victor just can not believe what his eyes are showing him. There in front of him were boobs. Real boobs. He sometimes fantasizes about seeing a woman's melons without any shame nor being labeled as a peeping tom. He always wanted to touch, hold and even suck on a woman's nipple. But there he was looking at actual breasts for the very first time in his life and can feel his penis getting hard. Emily just couldn't help but to be happy that she is making Victor be mesmerized by her own boobs.
"Like what you see, Victor?." Emily took this moment to shake her boobs a bit by moving her upper body.
Victor nodded his head in disbelief, his eyes glued to her chest. "They're... they're so... real."
Emily laughed lightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why, thank you, darling. I take good care of them, even in death." She leaned closer to him, her cold breath brushing against his cheek. "You can touch them if you like."
Victor's hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips grazing the soft, cool flesh of her breasts. He had never felt anything quite like it; it was both eerie and exhilarating. He gently squeezed, feeling the firmness and the slight give that suggested they were indeed functional, despite their unnatural origin. Emily's smile grew as she watched his expression, a mix of shock and arousal.
"They're cold." that's all Victor can say.
"Well, I am dead." Emily giggled. "And it is our wedding night, let's make it official."
Emily started to unzip Victor's pants and let his hard penis out through his underwear as it stood out straight like a pen. "Oh, my."
Victor looked down and saw his member out in the open and could not stop feeling his hard on. "I'm so embarrassed."
Emily chuckled. "Don't be, darling. It's a natural reaction when a man is around a woman who is willing to give herself to him. Plus, it's a sign that you are attracted to me, even in death. Now, just relax and let your wife make you feel good."
Emily got on her knees and grabbed Victor's penis before giving it a good rub on the shaft. Next, she opened her mouth and took him in her mouth. She bobbed her head while her tongue lay flat when shoving his penis in and out. Victor could easily see his penis on the right side of her cheek as it did have a slight medium sized open cut, as he can see that it was due to her former deterioration.
Victor was shocked by what was happening. He had never been with a woman before, not even a kiss excluding the one he shared with Emily on the bridge. And here he was, with his corpse bride performing fellatio on him. The feeling was so intense that he didn't know what to do. He looked down at her and watched her head moving up and down, her eyes closed with dedication, and her cheeks hollowed out. It was a mix of the most disturbing and most erotic thing he had ever seen. Her mouth is obviously cold but not too cold, just cold enough to tolerate. Emily enjoys the taste of Victor as she just enjoys having him in her mouth.
"Ah, Emily... Emily... Emily... Emily." Victor moaned in pleasure.
Emily pulls his cock out to start licking and kissing the top of his penis. She licks it like it was her favorite round juicy hard candy lollipop at the town's local candy store. Victor felt his knees wobble a bit as he tried to keep his balance. The sensations were so new to him and overwhelming that he couldn't help but let out little whimpers of pleasure. He looked down at her, her eyes now open and locked with his, and he saw the love and desire in them. It was something he hadn't seen in his whole life, and it was both terrifying and comforting. She sucked and sucked until she stopped. She gets back on her feet and then she smirks at him before reaching underneath her skirt and pulls down her worn and torn panties off.
"Want to see my fabulous bubble butt and vagina?." Emily asked sweetly.
Victor nodded his head eagerly. "Y...Yes, I do."
"Great." Emily turns around and bent over and pulls the skirt over to reveal her ghostly-blue ass and vagina.
"It's perfectly intact." Victor eyed her womanhood in shock.
Emily giggled, "Yes, darling, it's all yours." She wiggled her hips slightly, making her ass cheeks jiggle. "Well don't just stand there. Come and give your wife her turn in the vagina."
Victor swallowed hard, his nerves both excited and petrified. He had never seen a woman's vagina before, let alone had the chance to touch one. He took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching out to caress the cool, ethereal skin of her bottom. Emily's skin felt like velvet under his fingertips, and as he touched her, he felt a strange impossible warmth emanating from her. It was as if her love for him was bringing her back to life, at least in a metaphorical sense. He guided his penis into her pussy and then placed his hands on each side of her waist to begin thrusting her in top speed.
Victor gasped. "Oh, even your cunny is cold!."
Emily giggled at his remark. "It's to be expected, darling. But it's yours to warm up." She winked at him just before started to moan.
Victor, feeling both thrilled and overwhelmed, began to move his hips, sliding his erection in and out of her cold, yet inviting, depths. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. Having a strange mix of fear and arousal that sent chills down his spine. Emily's body was responsive despite being lifeless, moving with him in a macabre dance of passion. The walls of her vagina clenched around him, as if trying to pull him deeper, to claim him fully.
"Victor, darling," Emily cooed, pushing back against him, urging him on. "You feel so alive inside me. I finally get to share the love with someone."
Victor's hips found a rhythm, his body moving on instinct as he lost himself in the sensation. Despite the morbidity of the situation, he couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through him. The coldness of her skin was a stark contrast to the heat of his own body, and the feeling of her around him was both eerie and exhilarating. He watched as her skeletal hand reached back to grip his, the coldness of her touch sending a jolt through his veins.
As they continued, Emily began to moan louder, her voice echoing through the abandoned alleyway. Her body quivered and her eyes rolled back in her head as she reached her climax, the intensity of her orgasm surprising Victor. Despite her lifeless state, it seemed her love and passion were very much alive, and she was taking full advantage of the moment they were sharing. He went as far as switching holes and penetrating her tight anus to her utter excitement.
Victor felt the tightness of her anus and he thrust into her with more force and speed. Emily's moans grew even louder, filling the alley with the sounds of their unconventional lovemaking. She was loving every second of it as her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure bliss. Her mother once told her that sex is the greatest experience that any woman would love to feel and value as it represents the love a man has for his wife.
Emily dropped to the floor with her hands supporting her and her heels keeping her balance as Victor was pounding undead body like it was nothing. "Oh, darling, you're not holding anything back. Yes, this is what I want from you. No guilt. No shame. Just embracing it."
Victor was sweating and breathing heavily as he continued to thrust into her. The feeling was so intense and new to him that he felt like he was going to burst at any moment. "Emily, despite being cold you feel great."
Emily looked back at him with a seductive smile. "I'm so glad you think so, darling. It's because I'm yours, and only yours." She pushed herself up, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved, and turned to face him. She took his face in her cold hands and pulled him down for a kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him. The kiss was passionate and full of the love she had been storing for the past ten years, waiting for this moment. Victor kissed back as he loved those nice fat lips of hers. He sat down on the nearby bench and leaned back to let her go back to sucking him off.
Her mouth felt so good, so alive, despite the coldness. He could feel her love for him in every motion of her tongue and every suck of her lips. It was a strange feeling, being with a corpse, but at the same time, it was the most intimate and real thing he had ever experienced. The sounds of their kissing echoed through the alley, a strange symphony of love and death. Emily picked up speed with her mouth deepthroat his cock like a sausage.
Victor's breath hitched as Emily's teeth grazed his shaft, sending a shiver down his spine. But it wasn't a shiver of fear; it was one of pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax, his body tensing up with every stroke of her mouth. "Emily," he whispered, his voice strained with passion, "I'm so close."
Emily looked up at him, her eyes glowing with excitement. She could feel his warmth building, his life force pulsating through his cock. She knew he was about to cum and she wanted to taste it all. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper into her throat. Victor's hips bucked as he came, spilling his seed into her mouth as the load had forced her eyeball to pop completely out as the cum exploded in her mouth like a cannon. She swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, the essence of his love.
Victor looks to see what he has done and immediately apologizes. "Oh, my, I... I'm terribly sorry."
Emily covered her eye socket and assured him. "Nooo, darling, don't feel sorry for me. It happens all the time." She gets back to her feet. "My eye never stays put. It's a burden sometimes."
Victor felt a mix of emotions, his orgasm washed away by the gruesome sight before him. "Emily, I didn't mean to... I didn't know."
Emily chuckled, her voice filled with mirth. "It's alright, Victor. It's all part of the fun of being dead. I can always pop it back in. Now, come help me find it, please."
Victor looked around the floor, his cheeks red with embarrassment, and finally spotted the rogue eyeball with a trail of his own cum. He picked it up gently, his hand trembling. "Here it is," he said, holding it out to her. "It's a bit sticky from my...you know."
Emily took her eyeball from Victor with a giggle and placed it back in the socket with ease. "Thank you, darling. It's all good." She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing around his, sharing the taste of him. Victor felt his arousal return, despite the oddness of the situation. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, to the love she offered so freely, even in death.
Emily broke the kiss with a deep smile. "Now, let's not dwell on that mishap. We're married now, and I intend to make the most of our time together. After all we do have literally all eternity."
Victor rubbed the back of his head with the thought in his head. "I would ask but you're going to think I'm stupid to even ask you this."
Emily chuckled. "You can ask me anything, darling. I'm your wife now."
"Can you get pregnant?." Victor asked before seeing her bust out laughing and holding her bony rib cage.
"I don't know about it being stupid but it sure is funny!." Emily wiped a tear from her face. "But seriously I can't get pregnant. My buttocks and vagina may be still in working order but my reproductive organ is long dead and useless."
Victor sighs in relief. "I guess that's one less thing to worry about then. Do you have a place to live?. Other than your grave?."
"I actually do. I rented a room at the bar that I took you to when you passed out. I worked at the bar." Emily spoke when taking his hand in her bony hand.
"What's your job?." Victor asked when walking down the steps.
"I play piano." Emily spoke proudly. "I'm excellent at it."
Victor looked at her with a mix of wonder and curiosity. "You play piano?. I do too."
Emily's smile grew even wider. "I know and that's wonderful. We'll have to play a duet together sometime. Maybe even write some love songs for each other."
"That sounds... nice." Victor said, still trying to process the surreal turn his life had taken.
Emily looks down before gasping. "Oh, my." She covered her mouth from laughing. "Darling, put your penis back inside and zip your pants back up."
Victor looked down and realized his penis was still out and slightly dripping. "Oh, right." He quickly zipped up his pants and cleared his throat. "Sorry."
Emily giggled, "It's alright, darling. It's all part of being married." She took his hand in hers, her cold touch a stark contrast to the warmth that was still coursing through his body. "Come, let's go to my place. I'll show you around the Land of the Dead, and you can meet my friends that I consider family."
Victor nodded, his mind racing with questions and concerns, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her. He followed her through the twisting streets of the Land of the Dead which gave that calm slightly depressed mood.