Page 7 of Shelly
Widening my legs, I squat slightly and untwist the lid before lifting my leg up on the wooden tabletop and slanting myself back for the perfect angle. My whole body is tingling from head to toe and now that the burning pain has subsided, it’s made way for the most beautiful sensation running through me.
I squeeze the bottle of lubricant inside my vagina and clench, holding it there for a few seconds before I toss the bottle across the other end of the room. On shaky legs, I practically run towards the door, pushing it open and bounding into the bedroom, only to be met with the most beautiful sight.
Christmas lights and decorations adorn the walls and wooden beams, with a beautifully decorated Christmas tree planted right in the corner. My hands fly to my mouth, the twinkling lightsbouncing off of the walls so beautifully, it looks just like the midnight sky.
“Shelly,” he breathes, standing from the bed.
If I could cry, my eyes would be blurred with tears right now because it’s only when I see him that I realise how much I’ve missed him. I might not have a working heart, but whatever I am made of… Atlas and I are one and the same.
When I sprint in his direction, he catches me and I wrap my legs around his waist, smashing my lips to his in a ferocious kiss. His mouth opens on instinct, and I slide my tongue against his. Fighting for control of the kiss as we devour each other, making up for all the time lost.
“My love,” I murmur against his mouth, kissing him deeply. “How long has it been?”
“Too long, darling… far too long.”
“The room… the lights… everything is so beautiful,” I tell him, pulling back and grinning.
“Do you like your hair?” he asks me, turning us around and laying me down on our marital bed, caging me between the mattress and his broad, muscular frame. A body I will never get sick of.
“I love my hair, thank you. She must’ve really taken care of herself, it’s so soft.”
“Only the best for my Little Corpse,” he whispers, before descending his lips to mine again. Electricity flares over my bluish-grey skin, igniting a need for him that I haven’t felt for such a long time. His hands roam my body, seeking every inch sewn-up skin that he created for me. Taking from those who didn’t respect or value what they had until they were about to lose it and giving it to someone like me who can appreciate everything as though it were made of gold.
“Touch me… please, Atlas. I’ve missed you so.”
My hands grip the white cotton fabric of his t-shirt and tear it to shreds, throwing it to the wooden floor of the bedroom. Both his hands slide up my abdomen, ruching the silk as they travel higher up my body, and when I lift my hands, he pulls it over my head.
I notice I have a new smell now too. The formaldehyde has a lemon tint to it, my favourite smell, and yet again, this man proves there is nothing he won’t do to make me happy. Turning onto my back I readjust myself so my head dangles haphazardly off the edge of the bed before I yank his grey sweats down.
His thick cock springs free from the confinements of the elasticated cotton and I grip it at the base with my pretty new hand.
“Fffuuck, Shelly,” Atlas groans as I begin to stroke him with a medium pump, twisting my wrist up as I reach the tip. Just how I know he loves it. I open my mouth nice and wide, waiting on bated breath for him to fill my mouth and throat. And without hesitation, he slowly feeds me all nine inches of his fat cock, creating a moan in my chest that vibrates up the shaft.
I put my hands by my side, gripping the material of the thick winter comforter and widen my legs to as far as they will go, feeling the thick, tingly lubricant seep out of my cunt and down the crack of my ass. Atlas runs his hand through it, collecting clear fluid onto his fingers.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, pulling his cock back nice and slowly, so I can glide my new tongue over every vein. His balls drag over my forehead at the same time. “Such a good girl, swallowing every inch of me down your throat.”
I don’t choke, because I can’t breathe. I can’t suffocate… because I’m already dead. Atlas places his hand under my neck, arching it for support, and when two of his thick fingers force their way into my pussy, I release a muffled cry. My back curves off the bed and he viciously begins to fuck my throat withouta single care, simultaneously fucking my pussy with two fingers before sliding in a third. Preparing me to take his dick in the tight pussy he made me.
“Yes, yes, yessss!” Atlas grunts over and over again as I lay there praying it never ends. “You’re so fucking wet, Little Corpse.”
The deep pulsing within my clit is becoming too much to bear, so I lift my hand and press it towards my clit, pinching it tightly.
“Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles above, pulling all the way out of my throat and spinning me around. “I’m the only one who touches this pussy. Do you understand me, Shelly?”
“Yes, Atlas, please… It’s been so long, make me come.” I’m aware I can’t cum like normal women, but it’s the sensation of it that I crave, that I’ve become addicted to. It’s the first thing I crave when I wake up and the last thing I get on my hands and knees for as I leave the land of the living.
“Is that what you want, baby?”
“So much.”
“Anything for you.” He smiles, dropping to his knees and burying his face between my lips and devouring my pussy so deliciously that it brings a cry from my throat.
“Right there… Holy shit! Put your fingers inside me… please Atlas!”
Three fingers fill me, his tongue swirling in quick circles around my needly clit, and I’m gone. My body begins to shake as the pressure in my stomach begins to build so high I feel like I’m flying. I begin chanting the words‘oh my God’while he greedily brings me close to orgasm.
One hand finds my breast and he pinches the little nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Please don’t fucking stop,” I squeal. “I’m right… fuck I’m right there!!!”
