Although his cabin was quite remote from the village, he rushed to the front door and secured its lock. The last light of day was dying and so he lit every candle he owned, positioning them throughout the room as secured the drapes on the cottage’s two small windows.

In a single fluid motion, he removed his robe from over his head and hungrily approached the bed. He started with her feet, rubbing at the implausibly uncalloused soles. Owing to her half-elf nature, her toes were long and thin. She had recently painted the nails black.

His hands worked their way up her long hairless leg. He squeezed her thighs much harder than he normally would, feeling the relaxed muscle beneath the skin.

He made his way to her crotch, bare beneath the fabric of the negligee. Rubbing a finger at her lips, he felt a definite wetness down there. He smiled to himself as he raised her right hand to his nose. It bore the unmistakable scent of womanhood. She had been playing with herself before--and probably during--her death. What a kinky slut!

The negligee had been titillating at first but now it was in the way. Edgar roughly pulled it off over her head, exposing her body in total. He continued to rub at the opening to her vagina until he realized that it was not going to get any wetter. But that was okay, he had a way to deal with that--later.

He continued upward, past her hairless pubis and then over the pale smoothness of her belly. Her muscular body normally had a tight set of abs but, in her current state of relaxation, she was softer than she had ever been.

Edgar had always been a little disappointed in the size of her breasts but it was inevitable, given the trimness of the rest of her body. He gently squeezed one, which didn’t come close to filling his hand. He pushed down and grabbed harder, his fingernails digging into her flesh. This let him get a little bit more flesh in his grasp, although it still left something to be desired.

Moving on, he finally made his way to her thin, delicate neck and head. Standing at the side of the bed, he grabbed her dark tresses and brought her lifeless lips to his penis, already dripping with pre-cum. He worked her lips up and down his shaft but there was precious little moisture there. He set her down and dug into her mouth, pulling out her tongue, which was still fairly wet. Without any muscles actively holding it in, it seemed quite long and drooped to the side, out of her mouth. Holding her head, he ran her tongue along the length of his penis. At the top, he popped the head inside of her mouth and let go, letting her head rest against him, his penis poking at the side of her cheek. He tried to penetrate more deeply but his penis had a slight curve to it and he couldn’t get very deep without encountering teeth.

He would have loved to remove her teeth or even her entire head but any kind of dismemberment would not be repaired by the spell he was set to cast. Instead, he withdrew himself and repositioned her on the bed, on her back with her head hanging off of the foot of the bed. Standing above her head, he was now able to insert himself fully into her throat. He positioned her tongue to protect the top of his shaft from her teeth and was able to pump without reservation.

Her throat bugled whenever his thrusts reached their deepest. Holding her head in position with one hand, he used the other to squeeze her throat. He felt this from the inside--it was like masturbating as he was able to control the tightness of her throat’s grip by choking her harder or softer.