Dying For Him

(poison, necro)

Isaac rubbed the inside of his girlfriend’s thigh, under the hem of her little black dress, as she cried.

Kim laid back against the couch, her long yellow legs stretched out across his lap, sipping wine from a tall glass. They had just gotten home from a friend’s party and a nice dinner and now sat sharing furtive glances. Her long hair, black as night and soft as silk, fell across her shoulders as she sipped, her slanted eyes wet with tears.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Kim?” He caressed her thigh with his fingertips. “Are you really sure?”

“Yes,” came the choked reply. “I’m done with this, all of it.”

He had known Kim was depressed for a long time now. In all that time, he had subtly encouraged her misery while keeping up the appearance of the concerned boyfriend. He sensed now that her sadness had finally reached a head and the anticipation of her coming request delighted him far more than it should have.

“Will you...help me, babe?” Fresh tears fell down her cheeks. “I know it’s not the easiest thing.”

Isaac hid the smile that threatened to creep up to his face. He squeezed her thigh supportively. “Whatever you need. You know I’m here for you.”

She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Thank you.” She set her glass down on the coffee table across from the couch. “I guess we’ll have to make a plan.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head about that.” His hands roamed down her legs, the smooth skin sliding under his fingers like velvet. He kissed along her ankle and her sole as he removed the black designer heels she’d worn to the party. Her foot dangled before him, a petite temptation, and he pressed it to his lips, tasting and smelling the distinctly feminine musk. His cock strained against the confines of his pants. He would miss those long legs and feet most of all. “I’ll be right back.”

“Come back quick.”

He withdrew to the kitchen with her wine glass, peaked over the bend before he reached into the cabinet. He came away with a glass vial of a clear liquid, of which he popped off the stopper and poured the solution into the wine. He had kept it hidden away for a night just like this. After a few sips, his girl wouldn’t have to cry anymore.

Isaac returned, glass in hand, to the couch. “Here,” he said, pressing the glass into her hands. “Drink up.”

“Oh thanks.” Kim sipped once from her wine then took a few long drags before she set it down on the table. “I’m sorry, babe. We were having such a nice night. I didn’t meant to ruin it for you.”

He rubbed her legs again, trailing his fingers up he thigh. “Shhh. It’s ok. Everything’s ok.”

The poison was relatively slow-acting. Kim had closed her eyes, reaching over to take more sips. He had to wait fifteen minutes before the first signs began to show.

Kim’s chest heaved, as if she were preparing to vomit. Her face scrunched up in discomfort and she grabbed her throat with a frantic gasp.

“What’s wrong,” he asked, feigning ignorance. His cock strained against his pants once more as he watched her struggle to breathe and speak.

“H-h-h-hurts to b-br-breat-he.”

He removed his hands from her legs and slipped an arm under her neck. He saw her reach a shaky hand for her phone on the coffee table which he gently grabbed and drew back. “Shh...it’s ok.” He laid down on the couch beside her, threw his leg over her and nestled up against her quivering body. He turned her head toward him. “It’ll hurts for a little bit but then it’ll be all over. No more pain, no more sadness.”

Kim’s eyes gaped, as did her mouth, and bubbles of saliva formed between her teeth and the corners of her mouth. Her free hand reached for his chest and grabbed the front of his shirt. She could only communicate through gurgles and the occasional cough, globs of spit dribbling down her chest and cleavage.

Isaac slipped a hand under her dress and rubbed against the lacy fabric of her black panties, teasing her clit with his fingertips. He kissed along her jaw and the curve of her ear. “I know how much you wanted to die,” he whispered. “My parting gift to you, love. I’ll enjoy using your body once you’re gone.”

She coughed up spit and blood and froth formed at the corners of her mouth. Her face was red from the pain and exertion of dying, the vein in her forehead bulging with effort. Her body bucked and spasmed against his but her pussy was soaked against his fingers. He rubbed her vigorously, in the attempt to give her one last orgasm.

A bubbling death rattle signaled Kim’s end. The light went out of her eyes and her head lolled to the side. Aftershocks, the quivers and the spasms of her last orgasm racked her body but afterwards only weak twitches remained of her fading life. He kissed her, tasting the saliva, the blood and the bitter remnants of the poison on her tongue. “Goodbye, my love. No more pain.” He wipes away the wetness in her eyes. “No more tears.”

Kim’s corpse lay stretched out on the couch before him. Her sweat-slick yellow skin, her long silky hair and her lifeless eyes filled him with a lustful hunger that he had never felt for her while she was alive. He withdrew his fingers from between her legs, tasted her sweet cum and smiled. She was his dead little Asian doll, to play with and enjoy.

Isaac pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them on the table. He unbuckled his pants, hiked up her legs and guided his stiff cock into her wet, waiting cunt. He filled her to the hilt with slow thrusts, sliding in and out of her slick hole. He found a rhythm and quickened his pace, pounding her with animal lust. The straps of her dress slid down, revealing those modest c-cup breasts that bounced happily with each thrust. He cupped them in his hands, rolled the hard brown nipples under his thumbs, kneaded the tender flesh with his fingers. Her eyes stared blankly to the side, her mouth slack, tongue dangling to the side, beyond all pleasure or pain.

He pulled out at the last moment and emptied thick ropes of cum on her chest. The sticky white seed splattered on and between her tits, against her cleavage and the notch in her neck. He shook the last drops of her belly and flipped her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her pert ass with his large hands, groping the bubbly flesh. She rarely let him play with her ass while alive. Dead, she had no such reservations.

“Like that, love?” He slapped her ass with an open palm. “Of course you do. You’re liking everything I’m doing to you. Even this.”

Death had done little to loosen the tightness. Even with the muscle relaxed, he had to push his cock deep in, stretch her cavity as far as he was able. The lubrication her cunt had provided him made the ordeal much easier.

His balls slapped wetly against her ass as he pounded her. He savored each thrust and he fucked her savagely. It took little time for him to cum again and he painted her back with a white splatter that dropped down into her hair.

Isaac leaned back with a sigh, basking in his afterglow. He glanced over at Kim’s cum-splattered corpse, laying spread out on her stomach and patted her thigh. “You were the best a man could ask for.”

He leaned over and kissed the side of her forehead. “Sleep tight, love.”