As unique of a feeling as this was, Edgar was eager to move on. He pulled out and released her neck, revealing deep purple bruises where he had choked her. For what he wanted next, he had to reposition his lover’s lifeless body. He unceremoniously picked her up (she was always very lightweight) and turned her 180 degrees. Her legs lay spread open at the edge of the bed.

Her body was in place but he needed a few things before he resumed his play. From a wooden chest against the wall, he retrieved a Potion of Endue Elements. He wasn’t going to be braving a blizzard any time soon but it was widely known that these potions doubled as an excellent sexual lubricant. He also retrieved a thin, long dagger from this chest. He carefully unsheathed this and set it on the bed, within arm's reach. He uncorked the potion and poured it liberally over his penis and her crotch. Keeping one hand free of the slippery lubricant, he used the other to smear the stuff along his shaft. He also rubbed it over the outside of her vagina and probed a finger (and then two) inside of her to wet that as well. While he was down there, he also worked his fingers in between the crack of her ass, lubricating the outside and then the inside of her anus.

He wiped what he could of the remaining lubricant potion on the bedsheet (which was soon to be ruined anyway) and assumed his position between her legs. He used one hand to guide himself into her. She was surprisingly tight, given the circumstances, and he slowly began to work up speed, pumping in and out. One of the advantages of her slim frame was that he was able to reach down and grab her waist with both hands and have the tips of his fingers touch one another. She was lightweight enough such that he could work her entire body back and forth over his penis.

But all of this was something he could do (and had done) while she was alive. Now was his chance to really get a handful of her petite breasts. He paused and grabbed the dagger with his clean hand. Reminding himself that dismemberment of any kind could not be repaired, he carefully cut a slit underneath her left breast. Blood welled up but without a heartbeat to move it, it came slowly. Supporting his weight with one arm, he climbed onto the bed, on top of her. With his free hand, he worked his way underneath her skin, feeling for the soft fatty tissue within. At first, he softly caressed this breast from the inside. But then he tightened his grip. Blood and fat slipped through his fingers and his fist clenched tight. At some point during this, he had started humping at her again. One breast was thoroughly destroyed but he decided to leave the other intact. He once again paused and withdrew from her.

Not bothering to wash the gore from his hand, he roughly flipped her over onto her stomach, leaving streaks of red on her pale skin where his hand had touched her. Her legs hung off the foot of the bed and Edgar stood squarely between them. He now guided his penis into her anus, which offered little resistance but felt tighter than her vagina nonetheless. After a minute or so of enjoying her from this angle, he once again proceeded to something that he could never do with a living partner. He planted one hand squarely at her lower back and rested all of his bodyweight on her. With his other hand, he grabbed her hair at the roots and pulled her head toward his face. He heard faint popping sounds as her spine was curved sharply backwards. He resumed his pumping but he now had her face close to his own. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply of the exotic spices that she always used to perfume her hair. Turning her head to the side slightly he exposed her pointed half-elven ears. She always tried to keep him away from these ears, claiming that they were too sensitive and that she was ticklish there. With no such complaints at the moment, he ran his tongue around the outside of one ear, starting at the lobe and working up to the tip. It felt cartilaginous and much harder than the rest of the ear. He bit down on it savagely and confirmed its durability.

Pulling his head back from hers, he was able to get a perfect view of her profile. Her eyes were still open and glassed over. Her tongue hung out of her mouth to one side and wiggled slightly with each thrust he made into her.

He then realized that he was coming close to climax and slowed down as he released his grip on her hair and let her drop back to the bed, facedown. There was one more thing he wanted to do before finishing.