Greetings. My name is Jordyn, and I have given my dear friend Khalani permission to post a few of my stories for you all. any questions/comments my e-mail is:
jordyn_apprenticedemon@yahoo.com
Loving the Dead
He carressed her cold, pale neck, no pulse. no resistance; just flesh, that pale, beautiful flesh, so white, so receptive. He liked them best this way, quite, peaceful. He looked at his fifth one, a pretty brunette, he liked the brunettes best, their dark hair and the white skin was so beautiful, so aesthetic. God how she writhed and moaned, he chuckled "got my money's worth with her" he mumbled, her blank eyes staring at the ceiling, unblinking. He rolled ontop of her and kissed that mouth. He grinned as he felt her cold body, his warm body reacting to her in a way this society said was not natural. His blood rushing down, engorging him with a painful tightness, he slipped his finger inside her fur covered lips, still a bit warm down there "still wet!" he smiled, what was not natural about loving the dead?
He remembered his first experience with a dead body, his dad the local mortician had aspirations that he should follow in his footsteps. So day after day his father would drag him as a young child to the family funeral home and have him help prepare the bodies. At first the child frowned at having to stick the large needle in the flesh and then felt his stomache lurch a bit as he saw the life fluid flow down the hose into the sink, and the green fluid replacing it. It soon became nothing for him to slide the needle into that dead ashen flesh, he found a comfrotable familiarity at the grumble of the old machine. He grew and started noticing feelings he had, and would watch movies with his father, at sixteen he had his first stripper and and started to notice girls. The would frown and snicker at him, having to spend most of his time with his father at the funeral home made school difficult for him. He found a quite solitude there with his father, the silence, and complacency of the hallow shells.
One day his father was ill and he had to go do the job on his own. He wasn't sure what to feel, at eighteen it was odd being there without his father. The first body was an old man, Mr. Davis. He laughed remebering how as kids they would throw pinecones at the mans house to laugh at him, as he came out waving an empty gun hollaring his obscenities. He took no care in shoving the needle deep into the main vein, and with a switch the gurgling sound of the red fluid being sucked out. The rumbling of the machine and then reversing the switch watching the green fluid reverse and fill the veins. He than cracked the jaw and sewed it shut quickly, cracking the joints, how he came to rather enjoy the cracking sound, putting on the dead man's suit and then crossing the arms over his chest. He smiled at his work, the sleeping man, his stiches so small you could hardly notice them, he pushed the dressed body in the chiller for the lady to do the make-up.
The next body he pulled out was of a younger girl, maybe his age, he thought he may have seen her around school, looking at the toe tag he read suicide and frowned, why did the pretty ones always kill themselves? He looked at her face, so peaceful, her eyes closed, her white skin and pale lips standing out from her black hair. Her breasts were full, even for laying back and the nipples were hard. He wondered why that happened and curiously touched one. It was cold, but he felt it stir something deep inside, he rubbed it more. He then found himself kissing those perfect lips and unlike the other girls she didn't laugh at him, didn't poke fun at him, she layed there. He kissed them deeply, passionatly, he slipped his tongue into the cold dry mouth and felt himself growing hard. Her lack of response encouraging him.
He let his hand then fondle the stiff breast, and feel the icy skin, taut and smooth. He looked at the red gashes across her wrists and found the brightness of them beautiful, he kissed her there, and then kissed his way down, and his tongue played a bit at the stomach ring. He felt himself harder than he could remember, and started to remove his pants, he left them at his ankles and standing there, the cold sending a chill through his body, he took the small pale hand and rubbed himself with it, cracking her tendons to wrap around his engorged member and moved it back and forth for her, he moaned, he then gently layed the hand to her side and climbed onto the stretcher. He sat and straddled her, he continued playing with her breasts, his tongue moistening her mouth, he then let his hand slide down the cold stomache to slip between the cold thighs.
It was as dry and cold as her mouth and he found himself wanting to kiss her there, and he did, he slid down her stomache and forcing apart her thighs, he heard them crack and smiled. He then buried his face, her hair down there not as cold as the rest of her, and he slipped his tongue in her lips there, as he did her mouth. He moistened her flesh there, and his tongue slid smoothly about her folds and he smiled, no smell, just a cool wet flesh rubbing his tongue. He liked the feeling of his tongue slipping inside, the taste was salty and bland. He let himself feel the girl, exploring her cold depths, his tongue and saliva warming it, his first girl and then removed his face from her now moist inner thighand rose up to suckle her nipples, he wanted to warm them also. He then fumbled his waist a bit and finding the hole they learned about in sexual education he let himself slip in, it was dry and hurt a bit, but he made it.
He rocked slowly at first, wincing at the pain, but then she began to warm, and get moist, he felt his own fluid starting to dribble in and he increased his rythm. He looked at the beautiful face, eyes closed, a sense of peace on her lips, slightly opened and he found him self thrusting harder, he entered her deeper, only his grunts and groans echoed through the room. He continued his ramming and he felt the pressure building deep in his stomache, this was different than his hand and Ms. January and as he felt the swelling, he tensed and felt himself explode and with a few grunts and thrusts he emptied himself into her completely. He than lay there, ontop of her, smiling he softly kissed her dead lips. "Well sweetheart, let's get you ready for your family" He jumped off pulling on his pants, got that long needle and inserted it into her arm, flipped the switch and watched the process start all over again.
