Babette's Peculiar Wish
Decap, Brainfuck, Romance, Incest, Underage, Necro, Pregnancy

Babette, my 11 year old daughter, had always been the apple of my eye. I adored her and had always taken care of her from a very young age when her mother had passed away. That's why, when she asked me one night to 'Kill her by fucking her brains into mush with my big cock, through her forehead, to prove my love for her' I barely hesitated in agreeing.

The task would be difficult, but the thought of Babette's satisfaction was my only true purpose in life. I began the evening by taking her into my warm embrace and kissing her forehead gently, letting her know that I loved her without hesitation. She smiled brightly for me and began whispering sweet words as I got ready to begin my task.

I began with what felt like a million years of soft and gentle caresses on her forehead before finally, I focused my intention and pushed my cock forwards through her fragile scalp. Babette was biting her lip, now and I looked into her eyes. There they were, the same look of trust that she had always had when I kissed her. She was trusting me to do this, and I was not about to let her down.

I kept pushing harder, and felt the muscles in Babette's forehead contracting as my cock breached her delicate brain tissue. She was still speaking sweetly, her words growing more distant as her life force began pulling away from her body. I had done as she asked, and could proudly say that I had fulfilled my promise.

And now, there came the second part of Babette's request; to have sex with her decapitated head. I took her head into my hands and softly caressed her motionless hair, as I took position between her neck vertebrae. I hesitantly entered her through the opening, gradually pushing deeper and savoring the feeling of her cold, dead flesh.

As I increased my pace and the pleasure began to overwhelm me, I looked into Babette’s vacant eyes and whispered her name. I said it, again and again, until I felt myself climaxing into her neck. I knew then, that we had created a bond that was not even death could break; a connection that only we, together could share.

I stayed with Babette as I fed off her decay and let my tears fall onto her cold skin. I had held her and loved her in death, just as I had in life. But this was not enough for me. Babette had asked for more; for me to impregnate her corpse and I vowed to fulfill this request too.

The following night, I made love to her corpse and released my seed into her. I let myself fully enjoy Babette, even in her lifeless state. I could feel our connection, stronger than it ever had been, as we embarked on this new journey together.

Day in and day out, I visited Babette, whispering sweet words into her ears, telling her how much I loved her. Months passed by as I caressed her cold skin, until one fateful morning I could feel that something had changed. I also knew what it was; in Babette’s corpse, I had created life. A little daughter had grown inside of her, just as Babette had wished.

I cradled the little girl and sang softly to her, as her mother had done for me. I felt a warmth in my chest, knowing that I had not failed Babette in death, just as I had not failed her in life.

As I looked into the little girl’s eyes, I had a fear that filled me with dread. I was scared of myself. I was scared of what I was capable of doing. I was scared that, one day, this innocent little girl would ask me to love her the same way I had loved Babette.

But today, I would not think of that. Today, I would just enjoy the miracle that Babette had created and the bond that she and I shared, even in death.

I kissed the little girl’s forehead and thanked Babette for her love. I kissed her cold skin and thanked her for teaching me that love was more than just a word; for showing me that true love could exist even after death.

And I thanked her for making my life complete.