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"And in a state of deep decay
Your flesh, it rots away
But I still can't accept that you have died
I know that I should bury you
Can't bear to let you go
'Cause I haven't got the strength to say goodbye"
— Scary Bitches, "Necrofancy"
Her remains are so beautiful.
Nikolina's eyes glaze over, reaching out her hand to gently caress the gentle skin of the dead woman's cheek. Fyodorova is looking up at her, eyes devoid of the life she once had, no longer free; splayed across the cold ground, causing the Ukrainian woman to sigh as she drunk up her figure.
Her special friend, her intimate friend— forever gone.
Nikolina moves her hand to Fyodorova's chest, feeling how her once precious beating heart has been forced into silence. It's just not fair, she knows that. "Oh, you are beautiful," she also can't help but feel a little excited, grinning wide when she feels familiar wetness blooming between her thighs. A laugh escapes her as she observes her corpse once more, seeing how pale her skin is, and knowing how it's going to rot soon. "Look at you, Fyo, making me all excited."
And Fyodorova is none the wiser, her expression contorted into a permanent state of shock. It sucks, though, a frown replacing the smile on Nikolina's lips. Oh, how she craved to be the reason why Fyodorova was like this, gushing blood and a smashed body. Do whatever it takes to be the end of her; slit her throat, poison her, even wrap her fingers around her neck and push down until she's the color of blue cotton candy.
It isn't as satisfactory as she thought it was, but staring at her was enticing another level of hunger.
She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, beginning to undress Fyodorova's corpse. She was always so composed and calm, and how Nikolina wished she could take all that away from her, catch her off guard and rip her apart until she was leaking guts and blood, a former shell of herself—
The clown palmed her tits, rolling her thumb over her nipple. "Look at you, darl," she chuckled, angling herself so her face is buried in her neck, breathing hotly on her milk white flesh, sinking her teeth into it and moaning from how soft she is. "I can't wait until yer brutalized." Nikolina purred, lust swimming through her eyes and dripping from her words, as her fingers went down and grabbed her thighs. "Mhmm, so cute," she giggled, pressing a kiss to the deceased woman's clit.
It's such a shame Fyodorova can't stare at her with horrified eyes, a scowl written on her face, attempting to kick her away— calling her a disgusting mutt. Nikolina breathes hotly on her cunt before gliding her tongue through her folds, squeezing onto her delicate frame. Poor Fyodorova was so fragile, now nothing but hollow bones—
Her tongue continued to flick at her pussy, spitting on her cunt and smearing it over her folds, cackling like a hyena as she saw how fucking soaked she was. Nikolina's fingers slipped into her with ease, curling against her tightness while wrapping her lips around her rosebud. "Mhmm, so tasty," her fingers dug into her plush thighs, enjoying how soft she was.
Soon, Fyodorova Dostoyevsky would be nothing but rot, stinking of disgusting decay as she melts with the ground. "You're such a good girl for me, Fedya. The prettiest lil' corpse~" She says in a sing song voice, sucking on her clit again. Nikolina's fingers were so long and deft, thrusting them in the corpse's cunt. "Mhmmm, but you could look even prettier!" And with a snap of her free fingers, she summoned her power tools from her portal, equipping a chainsaw.
With a wide smirk, Nikolina pulled back the chain, allowing the blade to come to life as she slowly lowered it and thrusted it into Fyodorova's cunt, watching as her flesh tore immediately, gushing out guts and blood with each second the power tool remained shoved in her pussy. The sound was a sickening squelch, and Nikolina felt herself getting wetter, the chainsaw coated in Fyodorova's blood the second she pulled it out and shut it off.
Fyodorova had always been different, even in death she was different. The once determined woman was reduced into a husk, a pliant little doll who couldn't refuse her, but that made it less fun, wasn't what Nikolina imagined whenever her hand snuck between her legs, but fuck, this was everything she wanted too. Fyodorova's eyes were devoid of that sadistic glimmer that threatened Nikolina, lips opened but never able to speak again, and now her cunt was a disgusting mess of entrails and red, and the jester lowered herself down to lap up the mess she made.
"Aww, fuck, you look like cherry pie." Nikolina murmured, relishing at the taste that filled her mouth. The taste of her friend's sweet cunt, now shredded to a mess of blood and guts, all being swallowed down in the jester's mouth. "And taste like it too," she snickers, dragging her tongue over the remnants, pressing tender kisses to her mutilated cunt, occasionally slipping a few fingers in and thrusting them as wildly as possible, eager to make the most out of her perfect dolly.
Stop it, she imagines Fyodorova crying out. Of course, she was so cold that she would have the gall to attempt to maintain her composure even as her best friend raped her. Maybe even put on a smirk, tease her about the crime she was committing— she seemed like the type to act cocky when getting violated, but now she couldn't even fight back, a lifeless face Nikolina would never forget. "I love you, Fedya," she said, admiring her handiwork before going back to biting the corpse's neck— marks of love, her teeth intended into her skin, all while fingering her. Maggots would soon enough claim her skin, eat away at her flesh, and Nikolina giggled thinking about creepy crawlies, because she started biting off chunks from what remained of Fyodorova Dostoyevsky.
Nikolina switches to a power drill, shoving it into her stomach, wishing she could hear a scream in return, but it doesn't matter, because once the new hole is created, she turns off the drill and aligns her hips with the dead woman, beginning to press their cunts together. The jester flinched from the sensation, moaning. Her stomach coiled with disgust and adoration, shoving her lips onto Fyodorova's. To be honest, as much as she was loving fucking her corpse, she couldn't believe that she was gone—
Blood seeped into Nikolina's cunt, and she whined, gripping her friend. Fyodorova wouldn't smile ever again, narrow her eyes and make some comment that left her blushing ever again, and fuck, Fyodorova's dead. The thought of it is as exciting as it makes her skin crawl, whimpering when their clits grind each other. Or well, whatever Fyodorova has for a clit now. "You're beautiful," and Nikolina will remain loyal, wrap her arms around her corpse and kiss it and worship it. Fyodorova was everything to her, and Nikolina spent so much time focused on her that seeing her like this.
She was always so stiff, and seeing her exposed and mutilated like this was exhilarating, something that Nikolina drooled over everyday of her life. The clown bucked her hips, rutting into the gorey mess, moaning from how blood trickled deep into her, smearing across her cunt. Nikolina's teeth grazed her neck again, and then her shoulder, chewing and swallowing on the flesh her canines found. Fyodorova was nothing but a sexdoll now, glossy eyes and soft lips.
Won't ever bury her, won't let her go, won't ever stray away from her corpse for too long. Nikolina wraps around her nipple, tracing her tongue over her soft flesh. Fyodorova was, ugh, inherently inhuman. Nothing more than a concept that Nikolina went crazy over, and that was proven with the sight of her corpse in front of her. She couldn't talk, couldn't say no, couldn't describe her interests.
Blood was everything she was after, everything her heterochromic eyes could see. Power drill into her again, finger and stuck her tongue in the wound, until she's reeling from the taste of blood, from how it feels on her. Fyodorova's blood. Her cunt was beautiful, so adorable when mangled like this.
Nikolina raises her hips up, before bringing them back down; scissoring the corpse while her tongue brushed over the holes she created in her stomach, biting into it and grunting from how good it felt. She even got the idea of grabbing the drill again and forcing it into Fyodorova's cunt, watching how it mutilated the last pieces of a normal pussy she had, cleaning it up with her tongue, swallowing the chunks of flesh she could find. "I loooove you~"
And Fyodorova couldn't even say it back, staring at her with no acknowledgement that Nikolina was even there. Death was so....interesting, the uncertainty of it always sent a shiver down Nikolina's spine, leading others to her metaphorical slaughterhouse. Nikolina knew that realistically, she couldn't be with her like this, because Fyodorova's existence was maddening to the point where it consumed her like brain eating amoeba. And Nikolina never liked her attitude either, dreaming of the way she could rip her organs out with an ear-to-ear smile.
After Nikolina finished on her corpse, she pulled away with a sigh, attempting to regain her composure. This was the start of a new beginning, a life with the deceased woman she just raped, kissing her lips before pulling away.
"To be honest, I've always wanted you like this." And Nikolina gives her corpse another kiss on the lips, squeezing her tits one more time before curling up against her, cuddling her until she turned ice cold; her corpse an undignified mess, something that she would never even like if she was alive. "Sweet dreams, Fedya."
And Nikolina had no intention of letting her go.
