mortician!theo took his work very seriously— it was his passion. never once did he view any of the bodies he had to work on as more than just objects in his profession. from assisting grieving families to cosmetically restoring the corpses, he put his all into every task.

that was until he saw you. he gulped, feeling his professionalism fade, something that had never happened before. but you… you were lying there so peacefully— pale, slightly purple skin, eyes shut, arms laid by your side, soft hair fanning around your head like a halo. he brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. as expected, you were cold, yet he felt a strange warmth from touching you, like a spark.

before he could stop himself, he parted your legs and climbed on top of you. it was embarrassing how quickly his cock hardened just from watching your corpse. he pushed into your cunt with difficulty, given how dry you were. but that didn’t stop him. letting out a hiss, he thrusted in and out of you, one arm braced beside your head and the other gripped your stiff hip. the chill made him shiver, yet he swore he had never felt anything better.

“così bella…” he murmured. no response.

he was close, so close. he knew he should pull out, but as if he lost all control over his body, he shot his cum deep inside your lifeless body, marking you from within. panicked, he crawled down and pressed his mouth to your cunt, desperately swallowing his own cum trickling down your corpse in an attempt to cover up his traces.