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Jeff had no one to blame but himself. He hugged her and the chill from her flesh raised goose bumps all over his arms. She stared at him as if he was the biggest fool on earth. A character assessment he couldn’t contest. Her lips were set in a hard line that discouraged kisses. Jeff knew that, under different circumstances, she would have spit in his face or at least stormed out of the house in annoyance and disgust.

Her cold eyes passed judgment on his manhood and once again Jeff felt humiliated. A Failure. Impotent. Not a real man. All the words that had caused him to strangle her in the first place. When his erection had dwindled and her scornful laughter and harsh words scalded his ego like an acid bath, killing her had made him feel powerful again. Potent and virile. As her pulse rate dwindled beneath the crushing pressure of his murderous hands, his erection had come surging back. Its solid length giving him confidence that this time he would be able to consummate their love.

“It’s these damned condoms!” he shrieked. “I can’t feel a fucking thing through these goddamn sensory deprivation jackets! They cut off my fucking circulation!” He ripped his revitalized erection free of its latex sheath, tossing the shredded pieces of rubber to the floor.

At his wife’s insistence, Jeff had waited until his marriage day to even see her naked. She wasn’t exactly a virgin. She’d had a string of lesbian lovers before she’d turned hetero who’d penetrated her with dildos the size of baseball bats, but he was the first real man she’d ever been with or at least, that’s what she’d told him. He often wondered. Sometimes he felt she resented him for making her fall in love with him and then falling short of her idealized fantasies of manhood. After all, his six inches was no comparison to the eleven-inch vibrating monstrosity she still kept in a suitcase in her closet.

On their honeymoon, she had enthusiastically wrestled his turgid flesh into a cocoon of spermicidal latex then injected herself with foam and lay back with her legs spread wide to receive him. Jeff’s erection had fainted dead away as if shocked by a taser-gun. Every night since had been some replay of the same. He’d learned to fall asleep to the whirr of the vibrator echoing from deep within her.

“If you’d have only let me do it without this thing on this wouldn’t have happened!”

Jeff looked down at his wife who lay there turning blue, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a fat slug, turning purple, her eyes rolled up in her head, urine and spermicidal jelly leaking from her slack vagina. It was still stretched out from its many nights with the King Kong vibrator that substituted for him when he was unable to perform. He tore open her legs aggressively, nearly disjointing her hips in his enthusiasm. Taking his hardening sex in hand, he entered her lifeless husk and made love to her for the first time. All the pressure and performance anxiety gone. No expectations to live up to. No past lovers to compete with. No frustrated looks of disappointment to contend with. Two strokes in he knew she’d been right about him all along.

She was wetter than he ever could have imagined and her vagina was a miracle of muscular development. It wasn’t just the body fluids evacuating her corpse or the involuntary contraction of her powerful kegel muscles as she spasmed in her death throes. It felt as if there were tongues inside of her, slurping on the tip of his tumescent cock. The sensation was overwhelming. Every muscle in his body locked and began to convulse violently as the orgasm erupted from him in a white molten torrent of shame. Premature ejaculation. Whatever it was wriggling and writhing within her (and Jeff was sure he didn’t want to speculate) it had quickly and efficiently milked him of his seed. Even dead she was too much woman for him.

“My god! What the hell was that?”

The death rictus on her face looked to him now like a mocking smile. Jeff withdrew his spent and shriveled organ from her lukewarm flesh and turned his head away from her eyes, which he could feel burning into his skull. Cold. Accusatory.

“Fuck you! I’m a man! I’m a man, you heartless bitch! You just make me so nervous staring at me like that!”

But she’s dead. Why should it matter how she looks at me?
Jeff wondered.

He reached out and closed her eyes. Now, she didn’t look so intimidating. She looked kind of pleasant except for that pained grin. Jeff tried to pull her lips down over her teeth, but wasn’t sure just how to do that. He tugged on them until he was afraid he would rip them off. Then he decided to pry her mouth open instead. He reached under the bed for his shoehorn and wedged it in between her teeth. With just the slightest bit of effort he was able to open her mouth. It was a mistake. She wasn’t snickering and grinning anymore. Now she was laughing boisterously.

“Shut the fuck up! Shut up!” He yelled.

He drew his hand back and slapped her across the face again and again, but her laughter continued.

“I’ll shut your ass the fuck up.”

He took himself in hand and leaned over her, jamming his limp penis into her mouth. She hadn’t given him a blowjob since the day he said, “I do”. But now she was in no position to refuse.

“Who’s laughing now, bitch? Huh? Who’s laughing now?”

The feel of her tepid saliva on the head of his manhood put the steel back in his erection. He began slowly fucking her face, ramming his stiffening cock down her throat. The idea of cumming in her mouth caused his organ to swell larger than it had in years. He could feel it throbbing deep in her esophagus as he raped her throat, thrusting harder and faster. He could feel the orgasm building, that familiar tingling sensation roiling at the base of his cock, but he withdrew, breathing deeply to get himself back under control. There was something else he wanted to try even more.

Jeff rolled his wife over onto her belly and slathered his thumb in saliva then inserted it into his wife’s anus. She would have never even considered allowing him this type of pleasure when she was alive. She would have filed for divorce at the mere suggestion of anal sex, but since he was probably headed for death row anyway, he might as well have as much fun with her as he could before she began to rot and her stench brought nosy neighbors and cops.

He pushed his penis deep into the slippery wetness of her sphincter, lubricated with the blood and excrement leaking sluggishly from her relaxed bowels, and was rewarded with that same sensation of tongues slithering over his cock. Then he began to scream as something clamped down hard on his penis and began to rip and tear at it. Quickly he withdrew his cock with a wet sticky “Schlorp!” as he fell out of his wife’s corpse and onto the floor, screeching like a cat on fire.

Jeff looked down in horror at his vandalized manhood and found it a bloody ruin. He stared closer as he whimpered in pain and saw little teeth marks on his penis where something had bitten chunks out of the rapidly diminishing organ. Jeff looked across the floor and began to scream again when he saw what was wriggling free of his dead wife’s asshole.

Terror creeped slowly up his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck as he watched a nest of blind hairless things come boiling up out of her anus, eating away at her buttocks as they struggled to free themselves. Pale, slimy, larval creatures, with piranha-like teeth and human faces, a nauseating hybrid of maggot and fetus, worming their way out of her intestinal track by way of her dilated rectum, gnashing their teeth and greedily chomping on glistening red strips of intestinal and hemorrhoidal tissue. Their pinched and wrinkled faces looked like some combination of Jeff and his wife.

Is this what our children would have looked like?
He wondered in disgust.
No wonder she never let me fuck her without a condom.

He’d long known that his wife Lucretia wasn’t exactly of this earth. He’d met her in a graveyard at midnight on Christmas Eve. He’d gone there to steal a fresh corpse for his yearly Winter Solstice Necromancing ritual. The recently interred body of a local Catholic Bishop who’d been castrated and shot dead by the father of an alter boy he’d been molesting. There was strong magic in the corpses of disgraced religious leaders. But when he’d pried open the crypt he’d found Lucretia there with half the bishop’s heart and brains already digesting in her stomach and the remains still being stuffed into her slavering mouth. It had been love at first sight.

She was naked and her breasts were full and round with large inch long nipples, pale and smooth like new snow. Her body was a wet dream of voluptuous curves, flawless cream-colored skin, and eyes the color of liquid night shining in the moonlight. The sight of the blood and gore drooling off her chin, dripping down her neck and between her cleavage, transfixed him. She was inhumanly beautiful. He’d dropped to his knees in worship before her and he’d been her slave ever since, just like any good marriage. Only there’s had been practically sexless. Mostly due to his own deficiencies and Lucretia’s peculiar safe sex fetish.

As the product of his sperm and her accursed ovum slithered out of his wife’s bowels, trailing feces and blood, Jeff thought of an old joke he’d heard once from some comedian whose name he couldn’t recall.

“Don’t wear a condom and you can catch something worse than AIDS…like KIDS!”

The creatures began consuming Lucretia’s corpse. Jeff tried to crawl away, but soon they were swarming all over him as well, voraciously gnawing at his flesh as he cried out in anguish. They wriggled beneath his skin, devouring all the subcutaneous muscle and fat and burrowing deeper into his organs. He punched and kicked trying to fight them off, punching himself in the stomach in an attempt to crush the ones already inside him. A wave of nausea rolled over him as he watched his belly undulate, filled with the fruit of his loins.

Jeff’s eyes rolled up in his head, the pain overwhelming, as he felt something crunch down on his heart. In his periphery vision he saw the remains of the condom he’d torn to shreds. In the morning the police would find it laying beside his corpse like a safe sex advertisement and they would chuckle at the irony, just as Jeff himself did, seconds before his heart went down the gullet of his offspring.

Sandy watched the sinuous, hyper-muscular black man slide open the little trapdoor to the lion’s habitat. Her breath seized in her chest as he began to chuck in large slabs of thick, dripping, arterial red meat. The lions responded, eagerly pouncing on the meal and shredding into it with ravenous enthusiasm. Seeing the tremendous power in their slavering jaws as they ripped and tore at the raw and bloody chunks of flesh turned Sandy on more than anything else she could imagine. Her arousal dripped down her inner thigh and scented the air with a sweet sticky musk filled with female pheromones.

Watching the big cats always did that to her. Their sleek and elegant power, their savage strength, their tremendous fangs and claws, and equally impressive cocks. There was something alluring about a creature that beautiful and that dangerous.

Getting fucked by one of the huge jungle cats had been a fantasy of Sandy’s ever since she was a little girl. She’d never fantasized about anything else since the day she’d first learned to masturbate. Why waste time trying to find a man who was a lion in the bedroom when you could go straight to the king of the jungle himself? She’d tried the peanut butter on the clitoris trick with the household cat but it wasn’t quite the same. Although the kitten’s soft fur and rough tongue had excited her as it whispered between her thighs, they weren’t resilient enough to withstand her urgent thrusting and she’d broken more than one kitten’s neck thrusting her pelvis against it before giving up on the experiment. She needed something bigger, stronger, meaner.

Watching them rend and mutilate the chunks of raw cow flesh, slashing it to a strawberry red pulp, made her nipples harden and rub against the satin lining of her chinchilla coat. Seeing their murderous fangs wet with blood made her clitoris swell in anticipation and her labia drip with beads of moisture. Imagining that those chunks were pieces of her scumbag husband’s corpse turned her on even more. Sandy’s legs went weak. She squirmed with a mounting arousal as she sat on the bench watching the ferocious beasts scarf down their blood drenched meal.

Two of the large cats began fighting over a particularly fat hunk of bleeding flesh. Unable to control her excitement, Sandy reached under her coat and slid a dildo up into her now dripping wet snatch. The savagery of their feeding frenzy made her so horny she didn’t care who saw her.

She was naked beneath her long coat and she pounded the eight-inch rubber cock up inside herself while vigorously rubbing her engorged clitoris. Two of the larger cats roared and slashed at each other and Sandy imagined that the huge beasts were gang raping her. Biting the back of her neck as they thrust their huge hairy cocks into her sore, wet little pussy, into her ass, down her throat. She imagined that she was being fucked by the two lions as the rest of the pride ripped her husband’s corpse to a bright red ruin. She imagined taking one of their massive organs down her throat, hearing him let out a roar that shook the earth as an orgasm ripped through him and his cum flooded her mouth. She fucked herself with the dildo faster and faster building to a frantic orgasm as the lions savagely consumed their meal, fingering her swollen clit as she envisioned herself gagging on bucket loads of lion semen. Sandy imagined watching her husband scream as they mauled and tore at his salon- tanned, Bowflex-muscled torso. His steaming viscera flayed open with their savage claws.