“Heh… Eheheh… What a pretty face.” The Deathslinger approaches the lifeless body of one Kate Denson on his saloon floor. This trial had ended, a full set of moris, and he was proud of himself. The bodies stuck around, even if the survivor was safe back at the campfire. It takes a while for the Entity to clear them all, but not this time. The Slinger had made an offering to keep this body when the trial ended. It would be taken eventually, when the saloon was called upon for another trial, but for now? It was all his.
He slugs the corpse over his shoulder and struggles to walk up the saloon stairs with the added weight, but manages to bring her to his bedroom. Setting her down gently into a sitting position, he admires her. She still looks alive.
See, Caleb had a preference when it came to dead girls. Sure, he liked ‘em dead, but never rotten or gored. He had taken special measures to preserve her soft skin. Using his boot instead of his trusted Redeemer. She was bruised, but bruises fade.
Grinning, he starts to undress her as if she were a gift wrapped up just for him. His eyes dart across her naked body, and he licks his lips.
“Patience, Caleb…” He reminds himself.
Now walking over to a cabinet, he retrieves a dress that had been placed there in another time. Dressing his toy in more fitting clothes if she was going to stay in his saloon.
“There. Ain’t you all prettied up now, miss?” He sits next to her, starting to run his fingers through her hair. He leans forwards and takes a deep breath in through his nose, groaning in excitement. “Ohhh, ohoho…” He presses his nose right up to her scalp and takes another deep breath to satisfy himself before pulling back and pressing a slobbery kiss to her pale lips.
His pants were growing tighter the more he touched, sniffed, kissed his little doll. Then a wicked idea crosses his mind and he takes hold of her wrist, making her palm him through his trousers.
“Oh, miss Denson. You’re a forward one, huh?” He chuckles lowly, leaning into her neck and slurping up the supple skin there, angling his hips up towards her limp hand. “You tease a man like he's a dog. I’ll get up on my hind legs for a treat, sure I will.”
With his free hand, he cups her breast. It’s soft, pert. He grins and squeezes as hard as he wants, knowing he will face no resistance. He imagines her moaning, giggling as she rubs her palm against his growing erection. The thought makes him growl, and push her to lay on her back.
“I know what you want.” He states matter-of-factly, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants sag down to his ankles. “Oh, I know what you want.” He lifts the skirt of the dress he had put her in and hoists her legs around his waist. He’s really excited now.
He stops himself, looking down at her still corpse. Then bringing his thumb to her puss*, he circles around her cl*t. He imagines her whining and twitching. A perfect scene.
The Slinger can’t resist for much longer, and slides his co*ck into her still lukewarm hole. He grunts, pants for a second, and leans forward to kiss her lips.
“Alright, lil’ missy, I’m gettin’ to it.” He says breathlessly. “This old man ain’t been with a woman for some time now, you gotta forgive me.”
Then he sets a pace with his hips, rolling in and out of her, nibbling on his bottom lip. “That’s right.” He mutters, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
Losing himself in the moment, he is fully wrapped up in his fantasy. Kate is moaning and holding his arms, looking up into his eyes. She’s smiling up at him, saying his name.
Caleb’s co*ck twitches inside of her, and he starts f*cking her faster. His grip on her tightens and he shudders. “You gotta stop lookin’ at me like that… Drivin’ me mad…” He squeezes his eyes shut and with a final thrust releases his load into her.
“Oh yeah, you’re… You’re drivin’ me mad…” He slumps forwards, still inside of her, and lays his chest against hers. He hums, pleased, and shuffles so that they can lay in his bed together.
He lovingly wraps his arms around her, burying his face into her neck and sliding his co*ck out from her used puss*. She’s cold, and beginning to stiffen. He grimaces slightly as he feels her less easily positioned, but holds her close anyway.
He still has a few more hours with her.
