Man you love corpses

Your name is Iatric, but every-fucking-one calls you Ian.
You don't care anyway.
Your life is okay, you guess. You have a shitty moirail and a slight flushcrush on a human with a baby.
And you live with the human. Well, you offered him to live with you, so he said yes.
Then that douche stole a baby and now you have problems because you couldn't sleep when the baby cries.

Today you took the baby and threw it against a wall.
Yes, I'm serious, you did that.
You stabbed your flushcrush Sine two days ago, so why keep the baby? You pick it up and add it to your corpse collection in your basement...
You stare at Sine's corpse.
Dayum qurl.....

You lift it up and walk over to a couch if you have one. Or let's say you just put it on the floor.
Grinning, you take your clothes off. You're a fucking virgin but still you want to fuck something.
Or someone you loved but killed. Because your thinkpan isn't working well enuff.

Slowly, you begin to touch your own bulge a little. You imagine that Sine is doing that.
You're so stupid. You could've forced him to touch your bulge if he was alive. But you don't care anymore.
You take Sine's clothes off now. There isn't much to stare at except that super tight hole.
You smear the pre-cum that is dripping down your bulge all over it.

Now you're just going to rape a corpse. You press the tip of your bulge in his hole and start thrusting.
You thrust like your life depends on it.
You like to fuck him. You pick up the pace and groan desperately, and god you can't stop thrusting into him.
It's so tight and cold and he can't even do anything against it. How great.
After five fucking minutes you cum inside of him and ride out your orgasm. Ok. Great you have a corpse-fucking-fetish. Be happy with that.
You stare at him proudly before putting your clothes back on.
You drag the corpse aside and kiss his lips.

After that, you go back in the café to look for a new target.

~From Aquilo.