"Thank's a lot anon! Kronii was right. You're a real sweetheart." Ollie's shrill voice was kinda grating on the ears. You didn't mind however, you were used to worse.
You couldn't maintain straight eye contact due to the present circumstances. Ollie was for a lack of a better term, reduced to a mere onahole.
It started when Kronii dropped Ollie on your lap (literally) all that was left of her a talking head and torso. Your Lover of Time had explained to you that her missing limbs were in the current care of Rushia and Mori. You had her propped up against a dining chair.
"Normally I'd be put to sleep, but thanks to Kronii's powers I can stay conscious while undergoing maintenance. I'm super glad she and Council joined our little gang" You didn't understand why she was being so glib when she was completely exposed to you.
She had a small bust, but very perky breasts and surprisingly puffy nipples for a corpse. Her normally tied licorice colored hair was let down into a flowing curtain.
She kind of looked pretty, except for the ugly crisscross stitching across her body and the inconsistent skin tone of her dead flesh.
"Aren't you embarrassed?" You finally get the courage to ask.
"Huh? You mean being naked? Of course! I'm blushing! Why do you think I'm talking like kurazy right now? It's nerves. You just can't see me blush on account of me being dead and all." She did sound a little more high-strung than usual.
"You want me to cover you up?" You offer like a gentlemen would.
She shakes her head in refutation.
"It's fine, I should get used to it. Human concepts of the social decorum on nudity shouldn't apply to the undead." She states matter of factly.
"Uh, do you mind helping me a bit." Ollie shakes on her seat.
"What is it?" You were surprised by how much motion she had. She had to be dependent on only her core muscles to move.
"Can you relieve me?" You blink.
"Excuse me?" You ask just to make sure.
Ollie bites her lip, her mismatched eyes trailing down to her nether regions.
You couldn't help but follow her lead.
You've never seen what dead cunt looked like, but in Ollie's case it wasn't as grotesque as you expected.
Her vulva was pale, while the walls that were within the inner labia were dark and grey.
"It's been a while since I've had some lubrication, and it's getting kinda itchy." You couldn't believe your ears.
"I'm not into necrophillia." You say in the deadest voice you can muster.
"I-It isn't like that! I'm an undead being, it should feel no different from a normal girls...you know." She was was awfully flustered for a girl who was asking for a fuck.
"I'm already seeing someone." You cross your arms in rejection of her offer.
"Come on! Everyone knows Kronii lets the Council use you for their needs." Your eye twitches a bit, you had thought that was a secret between you and her.
You sigh, your hand on your forehead.
"Fine, only a quickie." You groan out, while Ollie gives a relieved squeal.
You pull down your shorts, your dick dropping down. It was flaccid. You're not sure how you were gonna get it up.
You grip your shaft, rubbing it a little while thinking of Kronii's udders guiding it towards the undead pussy.
Ollie looks away, embarrassed or ashamed? She was the one who suggested this in the first place.
Your tip shudders as it makes contact with cold meat, sliding into the vaginal opening.
You thrust and thrust, you're surprised.
Your dick quickly stiffens up. Her pussy was cold but surprisingly tight and kinda dry.
"AH!" Ollie yells out in pleasure, she's convulsing on the chair. Your hands are behind her, holding the backrest.
You plant your tongue inside her mouth, you don't wanna listen to her while you fucked her.
Wow, this wasn't as bad as you thought it was. Ollie was right, she wasn't a true corpse. Her body was reacting to your intrusion, you can feel her walls tighten and the feeling of wetness. You try to avoid thinking about what would an undead vessel produce in place of cum.
You grunt out through your muffled mouth, which was still occupied in French kissing Ollie into silence.
You extract your dick, while it was still squirting out streams of white sticky semen. It was a large load, oozing out of Ollie's zombie pussy and dripping into the floor.
"Ha...ha...ha." Ollie breathes out, out of breath. Which was another biological impossibility you chose not to entertain an answer to.
"Satisfied?" You're panting too, that wasn't the quickie you were expecting.
"T-Thanks anon...Kronii is real lucky to have you." She was infinitely more passive now, seems like you fucked her into compliance.
Seeing this change in demeanor got you hard again, you hope Kronii wouldn't catch you like this.

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