#necr0

need to choke them out while fucking into them until they pass out, and keep violating their limp body wringing out desperate squirts as if their pretty corpse was made to be my perfect fucktoy and their consciousness doesn't even matter

In this world, getting your cunt wrecked by monsters was as everyday as breathing, sometimes you walked away dripping and sore, sometimes you didn’t walk away at all. Either way, the population kept exploding thanks to rapid births and the constant churn of fresh meat.

A pair of pale, waterlogged shapes washed up a few yards away, half buried in the wet sand. At first glance they looked like ordinary drowned corpses, bloated, skin sloughing off in wet sheets, eyes milky and vacant. Barnacles and seaweed clung to rotting flesh as the reanimated things dragged themselves upright on broken, elongated arms that ended in too many joints and jagged coral shards for fingers.

Their bodies had mutated in the depths: one had a torso split open from sternum to groin, ribs splayed outward, exposing wet, pulsing organs that dripped seawater and thick black ichor. Where a normal cock should be, a massive tentacle cock had burst through the abdominal cavity, easily calf thick at the base, ridged with bony protrusions and leaking cloudy, salty fluid from a gaping slit at the tip. The second corpse was worse, its lower half had fused into a single fleshy mass, legs melted together and stretched into a long, serpentine tail covered in sucking lamprey mouths. From the ruined pelvis protruded a hyper cock even larger, pale, veined, and grotesquely swollen, the head split into four writhing petals that oozed viscous cum.

They moved with wet, squelching sounds, heads lolling at broken angles, jaws unhinged and dripping. Ari barely had time to smirk “Again?” before the thing lunged.

Its clawed hands pinned his shoulders to the towel. The crowd around them barely glanced over; a few people even cheered lazily as the creature ripped Ari’s trunks aside, exposing his own large cock and the tight cunt beneath it. The tentacle cock slammed forward without warning, barbed ridges tearing into the soft folds and stretching the cunt lips obscenely wide. Ari gasped, back arching as the massive organ punched straight into his womb, the bony protrusions scraping deliciously along his inner walls.

At the same time the serpentine one coiled around his legs, forcing them apart. Its split headed cock pushed against his already stuffed entrance, petals blooming open to engulf the first cock and Ari’s cunt in one slimy, crushing embrace. Both hyper cocks forced their way in together, double stretching the tough cunt until the lips tore slightly at the corners, blood and seawater mixing with the flood of precum. Ari’s eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping as his own cock throbbed untouched against his stomach.

The corpse began to thrust with savage, jerky movements, its exposed organs slapping wetly against Ari’s belly. Each plunge made wet ripping sounds inside him, the tentacle cock swelling thicker, barbs locking in place. The serpentine one undulated, its lamprey mouths latching onto Ari’s thighs and sucking greedily, drawing thin streams of blood while its mutated cock pistoned in.

Water started pouring from their mouths and open wounds, cold, salty seawater mixed with thick black slime. It flooded into Ari’s cunt around the invading cocks, then higher, bubbling up his throat as the creatures leaned in. Their decayed faces pressed against his, jaws unhinging further to seal over his mouth and nose. Seawater gushed down his windpipe, filling his lungs in heavy, drowning waves while the double hyper cocks kept hammering his cunt without mercy.

Ari’s body convulsed, lungs burning, vision tunneling. His cunt clenched and squirted around the monstrous shafts as the first orgasm ripped through him. The corpses didn’t stop. Their cocks pulsed and erupted simultaneously, thick, endless ropes of cold, viscous cum blasting straight into his womb, bloating his belly rapidly while seawater continued to drown him from the inside out.

His limbs jerked weakly. Heart stuttering. The crowd kept sunbathing, a couple of nearby guys stroking themselves at the sight.

The reanimated things kept rutting through his death throes, cocks never softening, pumping load after load into the twitching, waterlogged body. By the time Ari’s eyes glazed over completely, his belly was massively distended with cum and seawater, cunt gaping and ruined, prolapsed lips hanging loose around the still thrusting shafts.

The creatures finally pulled free with a obscene gush of mixed fluids. They dragged the corpse back toward the surf, already seeking the next warm hole.

I seek to understand them

To love them

To learn their story

That’s the true love a necr0 has

In terms of things I've went on and drawn... zombies. And not neat-looking ones, really rotting ones.

...now I'm reminded of that time an iFunny bot randomly generated a hentai link, and it was to hard-core zombie guro.

hardcore zombie guro lol

I wonder if zombies appeal to necros. But I mean, I feel like part of that paraphilia must be related to the person not moving or reacting, right?