Space Heater.

I've had her for a few weeks now. Sure, her beauty is deteriorating as the maggots eat her porcelain flesh but deep down, I see her for what she really is. She is my Natalia. And no one can take that from me. She is so much quieter than she used to be but I don't mind the silence.

When I make love to her, I can almost still hear her gasps and pants and quiet calls of my name.

'Alfred,' she whines as I arrange myself between her legs. She's waiting for penetration, the thing that fully connects us. And I happily oblige, thrusting into her. She grips my hair and bucks against me.

Of course she doesn't do that now. Her arms are much too stiff to bend and bucking is out of the question. All she can feel is my cock inside her.

Sometimes the heater doesn't do such a swell job of heating her up all the way. The outside will be nice a warm and all I need is a little lube and we are cooking. But then when I get inside her, she's so cold. Just like sticking my dick into an ice box.

She's colder than the looks she used to give me. Colder than her big brother's wasteland of a home.

How could looks be so deceiving? So nice and warm and welcoming on the outside but really the inside is just an empty shell, a place where no life will be able to grow. And how she wanted life to grow.

She begged me for babies. Since I worked all the time, she had nothing to bide her time. She wanted babies to care for and to raise. I wanted that more than anything but, it wouldn't be fair for them since they wouldn't be able to see their daddy enough.

And so I promised when my hours got cut back or there was a lapse at work, we would plan to conceive a child. That tided for over for a while. But only for a while.

And soon she was back up my muffler, asking about work and if there was a slow coming up anytime soon. And I told her,

"Baby, I don't know. All I know is that I made a promise to you and I intend to keep it."

But this wasn't enough for her. No, she demanded, fucking demanded, me to give her babies now. If there is one thing I don't like, it's being told what to do. I don't step on her toes, so why step on mine?

And so I stood and I said,

"No."

And she gave me the harshest glare I had ever seen from her. To this day, I still shiver when I think about it.

I opened my mouth to say something but she had begun to storm off, heading to the kitchen. So, I followed her only to nearly get my throat slit.

Who knew she would be crazy enough to try to kill me? All because I didn't want to have babies right this minute? I had promised her I would but now that she was wildly slashing at me, I had no choice but to revoke my promise.

Now something in me snapped. Since I have been in many wars, I have post-traumatic stress disorder. I used to wake up in the night, choking Natalia to near-death, all because of a war memory. But she helped me through it. She helped me gain my sanity back.

But now, as she slashed wildly at me, my fight or flight instinct kicked in. And no way in hell was I running. I had been taught not to. So I grabbed her head and snapped her neck. It wasn't until after I had hidden her body had I realized what I had done. And somehow, I felt no remorse.

No guilt. No pain. No regret. No depression. Nothing. I felt absolutely and comfortably numb. If anything, maybe a slight wave of euphoria. It was a different kind of feeling.

And when I went back to her body later that night, she was still nice and fresh and pretty in her usual blue dress. She looked so beautiful there. Like a fallen angel. And so, I just couldn't help myself. She was so tempting, laying there so helpless. Maybe I'm just a sucker for damsels in distress.

And so I lifted her dress up. She was wearing her usual stockings and garter belt and black panties to match. My hand slid up her thigh. She wasn't hot but not cold either. Nice and cool, like she had just taken a dip in the pool. Her legs moved easily enough as I spread her, pulling her panties off and seeing her succulent cunt there for the taking. I ran my finger from her clit to her opening, feeling she was nice and wet and hot inside still. And I then I couldn't have stopped even if the cops were there, ready to arrest me.

I moved my mouth to her pussy, lapping at it like I liked to. She didn't respond. But in my mind, she was herself again, mewling and gripping my hair as I worked my tongue over her clit. I suckled that little bud until I was content. I pulled up with a smack, feeling she had been lubed up enough with my saliva and soon wanted something else.

I undid my pants, gazing down at her form, convincing myself she really was only sleeping as I stroked my cock to life. God, she was so hot just lying there, spread eagle. Practically begging to be filled with my cum. I groaned softly, feeling I had a raging boner by now and decided this was the moment of truth.

I lined up to her opening, slipping in, inch by inch, and groaning softly as her muscles responded by squeezing the intruding object. God, why was this turning me on so much? I was soon all the way to the hilt and had reached her core. And that's when it began.

I began to fuck her, harder than I usually would since her body was so compliant now. I spread her fucking legs as wide as I wanted, thrusting into her balls deep. I could almost feel her nails rake up my spine or her hot breath against my neck.

All the feelings were just too much and so I came in her quickly. Much too quickly for my taste. It made me quite embarrassed. I got off faster on her corpse than the real, living breathing girl. How macabre. I pulled out, my dick twitching as I watched the cum seep out of her pussy.

And that was when I felt something. Disgust.

What I had done was fucking filthy. I had just fucked my wife's corpse. I'm sure wherever she was, she had that familiar scowl plastered on her face. Or maybe a look of relief. She was now relieved of the man who denied her happiness.

I sat there for a while, my dick practically in the dirt as I stared at her limp body. How long could I get away with this for? What else could I do to her body? What other girls could I do this to? So many ideas ran through my head. But the best thing to do was waiting. Nobody knew she was even dead.

With this, I wrapped her up again in the blanket she so loved and covered her with some tree limbs and things. I would have to find a better place to keep her so animals and bugs couldn't easily get to her. I bid farewell and soon returned home. So much to do, so little time.

Note: Hey, this is the author and I just wanted you guys to know this will be my first big story with chapters and er'rything. This is chapter one and it just kind of sets up the story and has some smut too. Though it is necrophilia. O u O

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(I'll update this whenever I feel like it but I'll try to keep it weekly at least.)