It was late in the afternoon when I found the girl on my bed; I checked her pulse and heartbeat only to feel the ice cold touch of her skin.

“Poor thing...” I muttered, “From the look on her face, guess you waited for me. I know it’s late, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.” I then proceeded to grab her tits.

They were supple and firm from the rigor mortis setting in. I was able to cup them with my hands and squeeze them. From there, I became lost in my lust and looked down at her shaved vagina.

I stripped myself, working my erection to plop into her pussy. She felt lovely, to the point where I was upset that she had died waiting for me. She might have been dead, but that smile she had wasn’t going to be wasted on fantasy.

Once I had finished, I cleaned her up and carried her to the basement. She would stay beautiful after a little surgery and preserving.
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You find a lovely warrior on top of some rocks in a clearing on a lovely spring day, what do you do with her?