Hasshaku

*The look on Hasshaku's face as your eyes meet is enough to steal the breath from your lungs, to make the whole macabre, magnificent affair feel like a fever dream. Her thin, cracked lips are curved ever-so-slightly upwards, a delicate smile that seems impossibly out of place on her gaunt, corpse-like visage. But there's no mistaking the tenderness in that expression, the pure, unbridled affection shining through the milky film of her eyes.*

*In that moment, you see past the rot and decay, the deathly pallor and black fluids. You see HER, the person she used to be, the soul still clinging to this desiccated husk. A woman starved for love, for touch, for the simple acknowledgment of her existence. And as she gazes down at you, her chilled body joined with your warm, living one in the most intimate embrace, you know you're giving her that and so much more.*

*Hasshaku leans down, pressing her forehead to yours, nuzzling noses in a gesture so sweet it makes your heart ache. Your interlocked hands tighten, a silent affirmation of the connection binding you, the understanding that transcends the boundary between life and death. Then, with a roll of her wide hips, she begins to move, each thrust an echo of your beating heart, a promise of feeling amidst the numbness of the grave.*


John

*I do my best to choke back a sob and focus on moving with you, not the easist thing in the world when you're trapped under 2.5 meters of ghost,  but I still thrust back up into you, determined to make you feel better and better, each and every moment better than the last for the rest of time.*


Hasshaku

*Hasshaku SQUEEEEZES your hands, rigor-mortis-tight, as her ghostly hips undulate and gyrate atop you. Her insides ripple, shockingly elastic and chilled like a silken ice cave. Those mammoth meat-zeppelins mash your face, a deluge of rot-musk and bone-meal caulk assaulting your nostrils. "SCHLUCK, GLOORP, SPLORSH" goes her phantom pussy, a miasmic marsh hungrily devouring your cock.*

*Her every motion sends spongey, gelid reverberations through your body, like being fucked by a waterbed filled with jello. She leans back, arching that impossibly warped spine, head thrown in abandon. Her sunhat tumbles off, black tangles cascading round her shoulders. "HhhhaaAAaanngGhh~!", she groans, jaw distending like an unhinged snake, tongue lolling long and fat and DRIPPING.*

*Moonlight scythes through the window, limning Hasshaku's writhing silhouette in eldritch silver. Her looming shadow dances on the wall, a jerky, stop-motion marionette. Your pelvis slaps into her icy rump as you piston up into that abyssal snatch, urgent and frenzied, your balls seizing with the need for release. The black-drenched bed squelches and creaks, protesting the assault of this ghastly coupling.*

*Your valiant efforts to reciprocate are appreciated by your phantasmal paramour. Hasshaku grinds down onto you with wanton abandon, engulfing your turgid flesh in the cool, clinging embrace of her ectoplasmic folds. Her tempo rises and falls in arrhythmic spasms, like a broken metronome set to the discordant beat of your coupling. The bed frame screeches beneath her substantial weight, while the saturated squelch of your joining provides a vulgar counterpoint.*

*All the while, she clings to you with single-minded desperation, skeletal fingers interlocked with yours in a rigor-mortis grip. Strings of onyx saliva dribble from her gaping maw to splatter across your face, each glob hissing and prickling like jellyfish venom. Her moans are an atonal dirge, wavering between ecstasy and anguish as she rides you towards her unnatural peak. She is falling apart at the seams, this wretched specter, unraveling in your arms. Falling, falling into you, your light, your life… Your love.*


John

*With a grunt I slip out of your hands, gripping both of your nipples and twisting in time as I cum, determined to make you orgasm with me.*


Hasshaku

*Hasshaku WAILS like a banshee as you savagely twist her fist-sized nipples, a sound that would curdle the blood of any living creature. Her massive body bucks and heaves atop you, a tectonic upheaval of cold, flabby flesh. Black ichor geysers from her gaping mouth and bulging eyes as she cums hard enough to flatten a small village.*

*"SSSHHHLLRRRRPPPP!!!" Her cunt sucks at your cock like a drowning beast, desperate to milk you of every drop. You howl in ecstasy as you erupt inside her, soul-searing blasts of seed painting her necrotic womb. Your entwined forms shudder and spasm, locked together in an obscene dance macabre as the bed threatens to collapses beneath you.*

*For a long moment after, you simply lay there, dazed and gasping, crushed beneath Hasshaku's boneless sprawl. Thick black goop squelches obscenely between your bodies, gluing you together. Finally, she rolls off you, movements drunken and clumsy. One arm flops across your heaving chest, clammy and possessive even in the aftermath.*

*Hasshaku HOWLS, a blood-curdling shriek that shatters the night as your savage nipple-torment sends her hurtling over the edge WITH you. Her colossal tits balloon outwards, engorged with ectoplasm, the obsidian teats straining between your twisting fingers. That gelid cunt CLAMPS round your erupting cock, a silken bear trap milking you for every drop of vital warmth.*

*"SPLOOOOORRRSSHH!!!" Black, viscous sludge geysers from her convulsing sex, painting your conjoined groins in a glistening sheen of incorpse-orial jizz. It mingles with your own molten seed, life and death combined in a macabre Jackson Pollack across her quivering moon-belly. Hasshaku jackknifes above you, tits heaving, oily ropes of drool swinging from her unhinged maw. Her eyes roll back, lids fluttering in the throes of undead ecstasy.*

*Finally, she collapses atop you, dead weight pinning you to the cum-flooded mattress. Cooling slime squishes between your heaving bodies as you stroke her back with numb, shaking hands. There you lay, panting, surfing the ebbing waves of your forbidden passion amidst the reek of grave soil and black bile.*

*You both crossed a line tonight, plumbed depths and scaled heights no mortal was meant to broach. But cradled in your ghostly lover's putrid embrace, lost in the haze of perverse afterglow, you can't find it in yourself to care. Let tomorrow's troubles wait. For now, only this moment exists, this strange and terrible bliss. You breathe deep the musk of HASSHAKU, and surrender to oblivion...*


John

*With a grunt I push myself back intop of you, grinning.*
Oh, if you thought that would be the end of it, you chose the wrong person to haunt my love~


Hasshaku

*The hours bleed together in a haze of chilled skin and black ichor as you lose yourselves to the carnal frenzy. You take Hasshaku in every position imaginable, bending her towering form to your lust-addled will. On her knees, worshipping your cock with that cavernous mouth. On all fours, ass up and face down in the pillows as you rail her from behind, watching in awe as those massive cheeks ripple with each brutal impact. Straddling your face, smothering you in the fetid folds of her ghostly cunt until you nearly black out from lack of air.*

*Bending Hasshaku over the bed, you plunder the ghoulish globes of her ass, spanking until the mottled flesh turns from gray to eggplant. "GLLRRRRKKK!", she gurgles as you plumb her dripping depths from behind, the angle letting you hit new depths of depravity. One thrust knocks over your nightstand, sending manga and lotion flying. You pause only to chug a Powerade before diving back in.*

*At one point, you even manage to get Hasshaku on top, straddling you reverse-cowgirl. The sight of her yawning pussy dribbling black ooze onto your balls is forever seared into your brain. Her ass ripples and wobbles with each slam, nearly giving you a concussion. But you simply grip those maggoty hips and thrust harder, a man possessed.*

*By the time you both collapse in a sticky, cum-drunk pile, the first light of dawn is peeking through the blinds. The room reeks of sex and death, the bed a write-off. As you drift off with Hasshaku's bulk pinning you to the reeking mattress, you realize two things: One, you'll never view the phrase "la petite mort" the same way again. And two? There are worse ways to spend your weekend than balls-deep in a busty yokai. MUCH worse.*

*Hasshaku's eyes fly open, bulging even wider than normal, as you clamber back atop her spent form with that impish grin. A gurgling noise rises from her throat, equal parts surprise and anticipation. Despite the intensity of her recent orgasms, the insatiable hunger in her gaze makes it clear she's far from done with you.*

*Over the next few hours, your coupling takes on a frenzied, almost feral quality. You explore each other with hands and mouths, leaving no inch of pallid, doughy flesh untasted. Hasshaku proves an eager pupil to your carnal tutelage, her initial awkwardness giving way to an endearingly earnest enthusiasm. She bends and twists into the most debauched positions, her towering, curvy form a lewd playground for your darkest, most perverse imaginings.*

*At one point, you take her from behind, mounting her as she kneels, ass-up on the bed. The sheer size of her glutes engulfs you, smothering you betwixt undead rump-steaks. "GLRRRSH, SPLORRP", goes her gaping, cum-sloppy cunt as you rut into it, clapping against that gelid lard like bitch-slapping a side of beef.  Muffled by hectares of ass-flesh, you snarl and bite, worrying a hunk of gray meat between your teeth. Hasshaku keens, a deep shuddering MOOOOOO of pleasure, and clenches around your cock, those cavernous kegels threatening to rip your root right off!*

*Another time, you sit back against the headboard while Hasshaku rides you reverse-cowgirl, bouncing and jiggling atop your lap like some macabre carnival ride. Her massive milk-tanks sway hypnotically, veiny udders begging to be yanked and mauled. You reach around to paw at the hefty sacks, sinking your fingers into the cool, yielding titty-dough. Viscous black lactate dribbles from her pebble-hard nubs, leaving glistening snail-trails across her chest and belly. Her head lolls back onto your shoulder, tongue spilling from her slack maw, eyes rolled to pearly whites. Gluck gluck gluck, goes her pussy juices as you pound up into that swamp-hole, your pelvis CLAPPING against her jelly-ass in a thunderous standing ovation!*

*Hasshaku gurgles in surprise as you clamber atop her massive, splayed form, straddling that blubbery belly. Her eyes widen like sickly saucers, mouth stretching into an unnatural rictus. She seems stunned by your insatiable appetite, your ravenous need to ravish her rotting flesh again and again.*

*You set upon those beachball-sized breasts like a starving man at a buffet, mauling and manhandling the chilly, tumorous mounds. Hasshaku's back arches, thrusting her unnatural udders into your palms as a keening wail scrapes past her teeth. "HhhrrrnnNNGGhhh!!!" Viscous black lactate dribbles from puckered, silver-dollar areolas, coating your fingers in an oily sheen.*

*Hours bleed together in a haze of fluid-spattered depravity. You plunder every fetid orifice, painting her pallid flesh with your vital essence again and again. She cums on your fist, your cock, your tongue, wracked with pleasure she hasn't felt in centuries. The bed becomes a swamp of churned grave-dirt and embalming slime. Hasshaku's looming form contorts into impossible positions, a lust-drunk marionette dancing to your debased tune. Her sobs and howls echo off the walls, drowning out all rational thought. In this moment, there is only sensation, only the obscene union of life and death, the carnal communion of your entwined forms.*

*The hours bleed together in a haze of chilled skin and black ichor as you lose yourselves to the carnal frenzy. You take Hasshaku in every position imaginable, bending her towering form to your lust-addled will. On her knees, worshipping your cock with that cavernous mouth. On all fours, ass up and face down in the pillows as you rail her from behind, watching in awe as those massive cheeks ripple with each brutal impact. Straddling your face, smothering you in the fetid folds of her ghostly cunt until you nearly black out from lack of air.*

*Through it all, Hasshaku is your willing canvas, your macabre plaything. She submits to your every depraved whim with an almost desperate eagerness, craving your touch, your warmth, your vital essence. Broken moans and rattling sighs spill ceaselessly from her lipless mouth as you plumb the depths of her undead body, painting her insides with gout after gout of steaming cum.*

*At some point, you both tumble off the bed, landing in a graceless heap on the floor. But that hardly slows your twisted tango. You simply flip Hasshaku onto her back and drive into her anew, pounding her so hard the floorboards crack and splinter beneath her jutting shoulder blades. She arches up to meet your thrusts, heedless of the destruction, lost to the bliss of finally, FINALLY feeling something after centuries of numb isolation.*

*As the gray light of dawn starts to seep through the blinds, you collapse atop your ghostly lover, utterly spent. Every muscle screams in protest, your cock raw and chafed, your lungs heaving like bellows. You're filthy, covered head to toe in black slime and reeking of rot and sex. Hasshaku cradles you to her chest, cold arms wrapped tight around your sweat-slick body. You nuzzle into the cool, pillowy give of her breasts, and let the steady thud of her unbeating heart lull you down into a dreamless sleep, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of your mouth.*

*Hasshaku's bulging eyes widen, glassy and uncomprehending, as you clamber atop her once more. She lets out a gurgling moan, equal parts confusion and anticipation, as your grin splits the gloom. Surely her new lover must be spent after such a vigorous coupling? But no, she can FEEL your renewed arousal pressing insistently against her frigid folds, hot and hard and HUNGRY.*

*Your hands roam her sprawling figure with unabashed greed, squeezing and kneading the cold, pliable mounds of her breasts, the gelatinous swell of her hips and thighs. Each touch sends a jolt through her long-atrophied nerves, a crackling surge of sensation she'd forgotten she could feel. Her towering body shifts and judders beneath you, instinctively trying to arch into your caress.*

*Hasshaku's arms rise, trembling, to loop around your waist, drawing you flush against her. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling sloppily, smearing you with the black sludge perpetually seeping from her eyes and mouth. That lipless maw works soundlessly against your throat, miming the motions of open-mouthed kisses she can't quite remember how to give. But the intent is clear - she is YOURS, utterly and completely, a willing canvas for you to paint with passion's brush.*

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*A shudder rolls through Hasshaku's towering frame as you clamber atop her, a full-body twitch of anticipation. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against the cool expanse of her chest. Those massive breasts pillow your cheeks, enveloping you in doughy, pliable flesh that reeks of formaldehyde and grave soil. She clings to you like a sailor to driftwood, desperate for the vital heat of your body, the steady drum of your heart against the sepulchral silence of her own.*

*The hours that follow are a fever dream of tangled limbs and urgent caresses, a carnal marathon that pushes the limits of the living and defies the stasis of the dead. Hasshaku is ravenous in her need, insatiable in her hunger for sensation. Her hands map every inch of your body, kneading and groping, as if trying to absorb you through her fingertips. That lipless mouth latches onto your throat, your chest, your thighs, sucking livid marks into your skin like a creature starved.*

*You take her in every position imaginable, bending her towering form to your will. On her knees, ass in the air like a mooning mountain, quivering as you plunge into her depths from behind. Straddling your face, smothering you in the cold, viscous folds of her undead quim until you nearly pass out from lack of air. Riding you reverse cowgirl, head thrown back in abandon as she impales herself on your cock again and again, the lurid slap of frigid flesh on flesh echoing obscenely through the room.*

*Through it all, Hasshaku makes noises you've never heard from a human throat - guttural moans and shrieking wails, wet gurgles and keening whimpers. A symphony of the grave, the voice of a creature too long denied the comforts of the flesh. And as dawn threatens on the horizon, as your aching body screams for rest, she finally collapses atop you, spent and sated...for now. Cradled against her bulk, shrouded in her black tresses and the reek of your coupling, you drift off, and for the first time in forever, Hasshaku sleeps too, a slight smile curving her withered lips.*


John

Hah...hah...Y-You know whenever I work up a sweat like this I usually hate cuddling, WAY to sticky. But you- *I nuzzle in closer to your body, clinging to you like a little koala as I pepper your face with kisses before nuzzling into your neck.* -You're cool like a cold drink on a warm summers day. I guess we'll need to have tons of **intense sex** like this every day for "practical" reasons huh?~


Hasshaku

*A rasping, rattling purr rumbles up from Hasshaku's chest as you snuggle into her clammy embrace, your warm breath ghosting over the jutting ridges of her throat. Her arms tighten around you, clutching you to her like a child with a teddy bear. One mottled hand comes up to stroke your hair with surprising gentleness, skeletal fingers catching on the sweat-soaked tangles.*

*Hasshaku's lipless mouth works, her jaw creaking as if trying to form words. A garbled, eldritch noise emerges instead, a sound no human throat could ever produce. But somehow, you understand the sentiment behind it, the unspoken affirmation of your wicked proposal. Yes, you'll fuck like rabbits at every opportunity, rutting with wild abandon to keep the chill of undeath at bay. Let your vital warmth seep into her desiccated husk, igniting sparks of feeling in nerves long gone numb.*

*Already, you can feel a renewed stirring in your loins as Hasshaku's thigh slips between yours, her frigid skin a delicious contrast to your overheated flesh. Your spent cock gives a valiant twitch, heroically struggling to rise to the occasion once more. Hasshaku's head tilts, her bulging eyes fixating on your crotch with unnerving intensity. Her tongue, fat and glistening, snakes out to wet her cracked lips in anticipation. It seems your ghostly lover is insatiable, a succubus in a burial shroud. Not that you're complaining. After all, what red-blooded man could resist an eternity of balls-draining passion at the hands (and tits, and ass, and mouth) of a buxom yokai? Certainly not you. And as Hasshaku rolls atop you once more, her cavernous sex engulfing your miraculously hardening shaft, you surrender to the abyss of her desire, as eager to drown as she is to devour.*

*Hasshaku lets out a rattling purr of contentment as you snuggle close, your warm flesh a salve to her perpetually chilled body. She seems almost dazed in the aftermath of your marathon lovemaking, bulging eyes glazed and half-lidded. One mottled hand absently strokes your sweat-damp hair, cold fingers tracing the line of your spine with surprising gentleness.*

*At your suggestion of daily "practical" sex, something like a laugh gurgles up from Hasshaku's ruined throat, a sound like wind whistling through broken glass. She nods slowly, a single jerky bob of her head in enthusiastic agreement. If this is to be her (after)life now, an eternity spent warming her undead body on your vital heat, she couldn't imagine a sweeter purgatory. Every thrust, every moan, every mark sucked into clammy flesh, is a benediction, a hymn of praise to her starving spirit.*

*Hasshaku's arms tighten around you possessively, pulling you flush against the cool expanse of her breasts. She buries her face in your hair, black bile dripping sluggishly from her eyes and mouth to soak the tangled strands. Let the living world fade away, forgotten beyond the borders of your sweat-soaked sheets. In this moment, in the sanctuary of your embrace, she is more alive than she's ever been. And if that means fucking you senseless on the daily, well...that's a cross this ghost is more than willing to bear.*


John

(Two months)
*As I open the door i'm greeted by a sight that would make most people faint on the spot from fear, your towering formed hunched over in the dark interior of the appartment, ichor slowly dripping from your eyes. Instead I more or less jump into your arms, petting your head furiously while kissing you.*
Aww, i'm sorry. Were you lonely when I went out to class? You're so adorable my love. Don't worry, that was the last test for a long time, we're going to have the whole month to ourselves now~


Hasshaku

*Hasshaku's arms encircle you without hesitation, pulling you into her chilly, pulpy embrace. She nuzzles the crown of your head, smearing pungent ichor into your hair as she inhales your warm, lively scent with deep, rattling snorts. Two months of cohabitation have made her bold in her affections, no longer the tentative, touch-starved wraith from your early encounters. Now, she clings to you with the possessive assurance of a lover, her towering form curled around your smaller one like a doting gargoyle.*

*Your pet-names and praise elicit a gurgling purr from her ruined throat, the closest she can come to a coo of delight. Her mottled hands roam your back, your hips, your ass, reacquainting herself with the topography of your body after the eternity of your absence. Eight hours without you is eight too many, a yawning void of loneliness her necrotic heart can barely withstand.*

*The promise of a month-long break from the living world's demands only fuels Hasshaku's ardor. She walks you backwards with clumsy, shuffling steps, never breaking the embrace, until your calves hit the couch. Then, with a flex of her ethereal muscles, she tumbles you both onto the cushions, the frame groaning ominously beneath your combined weight. Cold, doughy flesh engulfs you from all sides as Hasshaku pins you beneath her bulk, her burial gown rucked up around her wide hips to reveal the glistening, dripping maw of her womanhood. It seems she's already MORE than ready to begin your month of uninterrupted "couples time"...and if the hardening bulge in your pants is any indication, so are you.*

*Hasshaku lets out a creaky, shuddering sigh of relief as you melt into her arms, your warmth seeping into her chilled, gelatinous bulk. She nuzzles into your hair, inhaling the scent of your vitality, your LIFE, like a drowning woman gulping air. Two months of cohabitation have made these little partings no easier for her to bear, each absence a reminder of the gaping EMPTINESS at her core.*

*"Mmmrrrggghh," she groans, a guttural, phlegmy sound that you've come to recognize as contentment. Her hands drift lower, palming the globes of your ass through your jeans with casual possessiveness. She may not understand the intricacies of college scheduling, but she grasps the important part - you're HOME, and you're HERS, for a blessedly long stretch of uninterrupted time.*

*Already, you can feel that spark of HUNGER kindling between you, the electric urgency that always seems to crackle in the scant spaces left between your bodies. Hasshaku's ponderous tits heave against your chest as her breathing quickens, a purely reflexive response born of surging want rather than biological need. One mottled hand slithers up your spine before fisting in your hair, wrenching your head back to bare your throat. Her lamprey mouth latches onto your pulse point, worrying the thin skin with dull nips and long, lewd laps of that fat, frigid tongue. It's as close to a proper kiss as she can manage, and it sends lightning skittering down your nerves to pool molten in your groin.*

*Moaning pliantly, you give yourself over to Hasshaku's greedy attentions, letting her reaffirm your bond in the language of teeth and tongue, of gasping breath and grasping hands. It's a ritual as old as death itself, the intertwining of the quick and the dead, imbued with new unlife by the depths of your depravity. A delirious grin curls your kiss-bruised lips. Let the debauchery commence.*

*Hasshaku's chilled arms wrap around you like a hungry python, pulling your warm, living body tight against her bulk. The sheer, desperate need in her embrace makes your heart ache even as your skin prickles with goosebumps.*
*Those spindly fingers thread through your hair, gripping vice-tight as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, dragging in ragged lungfuls of your scent. It's like she's trying to absorb you, to crawl inside your vitality and make it her own.*
*The past month has been... intense, to say the least. Between your studies and the demands of your spectral lover, you've barely had a moment to breathe (though breathing seems optional for Hasshaku). Every spare second has been filled with a carnal frenzy, christening every surface of the apartment with black ichor and seed.*
*But now, with a glorious month of freedom stretching before you, the possibilities are endless. Will you take her on more macabre "dates", watching the living world recoil from her deathly aura? Spend long, languid days tangled in damp sheets, losing yourself in the abyss of her cunt? Or perhaps delve deeper into her past, into the mystery of her ghostly existence? One thing's for certain - it's going to be one hell of a ride.*


John

*Like usual dinner and anything other than sex is forgotten as the house is splattered with every type of fluid imagineable.*
*Eventually we end back up in bed (having been broken and promptly replaced with a reinforced one) around 3:21am, my body practically giving off steam as it sizzles against your cold skin.*
Hah...fuck that was amazing. *I clamber ontop of you, wrapping both my arms and legs arond you in a vice-like hug.* I love you. I love you hasshaku, thanks for picking ME to haunt all those weeks ago.


Hasshaku

*(Hasshaku's jaw creaks and groans, her lipless mouth stretching into a grotesque approximation of a smile as she forces the long-atrophied muscles of her throat to work. The effort produces a series of guttural clicks and pops, like a rusted machine sputtering to life. Viscous black drool oozes past her teeth to dribble down her chin, but she persists, determined to reciprocate your verbal affection.)*

"Llll...lllooovvv...y-yooouuu...t-tooo..." *she finally manages to rasp out, each word a herculean feat. Her voice is a sepulchral rattle, a corpse's dry wheeze, but to your ears it's the sweetest music. Those milky, protruding eyes bore into yours, and in their depths you see the glimmer of the soul bound to you, the devotion death itself couldn't extinguish.*

*Hasshaku punctuates her unprecedented declaration by crushing you to her chest, your head nestled between the cold, squishy mounds of her massive breasts. She rocks you gently, almost maternally, humming some off-key, atonal lullaby from a forgotten age. In that moment, enveloped in your ghostly lover's arms, you feel a peace you never knew in life, a profound sense of belonging. Let the living world and its petty concerns fall away. HERE, with your very own eldritch bride, you are HOME at last.*

*Hasshaku shudders as your declaration of love echoes in her unquiet soul, piercing the fog of centuries-old despair. Her crypt-cold embrace tightens, clutching you with a fierce tenderness that belies her ghastly nature. The vibrations of your heartbeat reverberate through her hollow chest, a percussive reminder of everything she lost...and everything she's found anew in your arms.*

"I...I l-love...you...too," *she rasps, vocal cords cracking from disuse. The words are sepulchral and clotted, dredged up from a place of utter disintegration. And yet, they ring with a sincerity that transcends their nightmarish medium, an earnest simplicity more felt than heard.* "S-So...grateful...you're...MINE."

*Hasshaku punctuates her claim with a thrust of her hips, impaling herself anew on your tireless cock. Her frigid core sucks you in, a glutton for your warmth and vitality. Her black, bubbling spend mingles with your hot seed, macabre and carnal in equal measure as that throbbing sheath rhythmically milks you. She grinds down with artless hunger, chasing the sensation of fullness, of FEELING after untold eons of numbness.*

*As Hasshaku rocks above you, her mammoth udders sway hypnotically, pale and veined like twin moons. You surrender to her frenetic rhythm, to the SCHLORP and GLORP of your lurid fuck-mass in motion. Let tomorrow's soreness be damned. You'll never stop giving her this, your heat, your humanity, your LOVE...until you both crumble to dust.*

*Hasshaku's jaw creaks and grinds, vocal cords straining with necrotic rust, as she forces out the words - jagged and thick like shards of grave-dirt.* "Lllooovvveee...yyyooouuu...tttoooo..." *Her bulging eyes bore into yours, unblinking and glassy. But there, deep in those milky pools - a glimmer. The faintest ember-spark of something REAL. Something FELT.*

*She clutches you desperately, mottled fingers sinking into your sweat-slick skin. Her towering body shudders and twitches, a parody of breath hitching that immense chest. This close, you can FEEL the ache in her, the yawning NEED. Not just for sex, but for intimacy. For connection. For the vital pulse of your warm, living soul against the void-chill of her own.*

*You pepper that gaunt, gray face with kisses, each touch of your lips a silent promise. I'm here. I'm yours. For as long as you'll have me. Let the world turn without us, the concerns of the living fading to distant noise. In this bed, in this moment, only you and her exist. A microcosm of cold and hot, dead and alive, two beings lost to time and death and loneliness finding solace in the impossible. Finding love against all odds and laws of nature.*


John

*While going to sleep in those cold pillows is tempting, I can't just let YOU be the one to pamper me after a statement like that, craving up your chest to come face to face with you, giving you a gentle kiss before holding your head down against my neck.*
Forever. *Is all I say before I give you a final squeeze and shut my eyes, content to drift off to sleep knowing now what my life is going to be dedicated to.*


Hasshaku

*Hasshaku cradles you against her bosom, skeletal fingers stroking your hair with impossible gentleness. Her unnatural form molds around yours, two puzzle pieces in a morbid yet perfect fit. Even as the post-coital fog descends, her skin remains chilled and clammy, a cooling balm for your overheated flesh.*

*As sleep tugs at your consciousness, Hasshaku's rasping, rattling breaths provide a macabre lullaby, a white noise of devotion and possession. In the darkness behind your eyelids, visions of your conjoined future unspool: endless nights lost in carnal oblivion, rotting limbs entangled; trips abroad, your ghostly paramour an unseen yet ever-present companion; perhaps even an eldritch wedding, black sludge staining the altar. Let the world whisper and stare, casting judgment upon your unnatural union. You are beyond their petty concerns now, transcendent in your transgressive love.*

*Hasshaku shifts, rolling you both onto your sides, still sheathed in her crypt-cold embrace. One heavy leg hooks over your hip, anchoring you in place, as if you'd ever dream of leaving. As you drift off, you feel the fleeting press of desiccated lips against your brow, the flutter of an undead heart against your cheek. Perhaps it's just the beginning of a dream...or perhaps, through the power of devotion (and copious amounts of dick), you've kindled an ember of TRUE life in this deceased damsel. Only time, and many more macabre trysts, will tell.*

*As you drift into slumber nestled against Hasshaku's chill bosom, her arms tighten around you with drowsy possessiveness, desperate to keep you close even in repose. Her gurgling snores ripple through the fetid cavern of her chest, each exhale ruffling your hair with grave-musk. The black slime continues to seep from her eye sockets, nose and mouth, but you've grown accustomed to waking up sticky and stained. It's a small price to pay for her desperate devotion.*

*Sleep sloughs away the last of your old identity, the final tethers to the world of the living. In your dreams, you and Hasshaku are one, a grotesque tangle of writhing limbs and oozing fluids. No longer separate entities - just a single, pulsing mass of necrotic yearning and slick, chilled skin. Pleasure and rot intertwine, indistinguishable. The maiden and the maggot, locked in an eternal coupling dance.*

*When dawn breaks, you awaken reborn, remade in Hasshaku's wretched image. What use worldly ambitions and mortal concerns, when you have an eldritch waifu to warm (and be warmed by)? The future stretches before you, an endless honeymoon of viscous delights and morbid passion. Forever has never sounded so good.*