1. The Ghoul's Wedding


    Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cannibalism, Consensual Sex, Death, First Time, Gothic, Horror, Interracial, Monster, Necrophilia, Romance, Wife, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    compromise. Amina, still bewildered, let him have his way. Where was this coming from? And where had it been? Jim's hands kneaded her naked breasts until she gasped, then sculpted the curves of her figure while his lips pressed again and again to the side of her neck and shoulders, making her shiver. She knew this was their first time, but she'd never bothered to ask whether it was his first time altogether (or, more accurately, she had always assumed it would be, so felt no need to ask). If so, he was intent on making up for lost time. The throbbing pulse of his erection was tangible even before he took it out. It made Amina think of a metronome, and then she giggled. When he pushed it in Amina gasped and then whimpered, clambering to wrap her arms and legs tighter around him while he sank the rest of the way inside her. The wet feeling seemed to go al. the way through her body and the pressure of his penetrating cock came to rest at the tip of her spine as all the jumbles of nerves in her body woke up and sang Her nipples swelled and hardened, pushing into his bare chest as her fingers skittered like pale spiders down his back, trying to find purchase on his ass as he thrust in-out, in-out. She wanted to grab hold with both hands and pull him all the way into her but couldn't quite reach. They went on like that anyway, until Amina's back ached and her knees felt weak but she still didn't want to give in. When Jim's cock contracted and then emptied a hot, wet, gratifying ...
    spurt inside of her she fell onto him, kissing his open mouth over and over until they landed in bed and fell asleep curled up in each other's arms, together and content. In her dreams, Amina heard the scratching at the window. When she woke up she heard it still. She knew without even pulling up the blinds what it was. She rose quietly, dressed and put on shoes, and left without waking Jim. It was another chilly Valentine's Day night, but a bright one, with a full moon that painted the world blue-black. Her escort waited at the bottom of the stairs. He hadn't changed at all, but she was too big to carry anymore. They walked together instead, and the trip made Amina feel very grown up. The quiet stranger looked at her from under the brim of his wide hat and for a second she felt self-conscious, thinking she should have worn something more flattering. But then she decided that was silly. He wouldn't care about things like that. This time Amina climbed the cemetery wall on her own, knees and elbows scrambling. A trail of flickering candles led to one particular grave. The night people were there, just as Amina remembered them--except, perhaps, that there were one or two fewer than before. Maybe they couldn't all make it, or maybe there was some more dire reason for the absences, one that accounted for the slightly melancholy tone of the night's festivities. She didn't ask. Amina felt at home in the graveyard. She fit here, naturally, side-by-side with all of them, sitting around ...
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