sorry anon tumblr glitched your ask and i didn’t see it until 10 days later 😔
this instantly reminded me of achilles and patroclus btw, sleeping with the cold dead body of his lover, he did not sleep nor eat, would wake and feel that he was still cold. god.
anyway, may i raise you mary and ftm primo?
mary stealing the body of the former papa, their lover, primo who had been taken so unexpectedly. they bring corpses to their lover, shoving discarded organs into his cold maw, pressing their weeping cock in with it, just to stuff it down.
the blood of their victims warms primo’s mouth for just a fleeting moment, enough to saturate his tongue and lips, enough for mary to moan into as she tongue-fucks his unmoving mouth.
primo would come back to them, he had to, there was no way they could lose him. not ever. this act of devotion, it had to be enough.
they hunch over his body in the early hours of morning, their lover naked and chilled by death. mary stays watching his face closely to catch any movement, hoping that he would just open his eyes and they could be together again.
they take good care of him, despite him remaining still, stagnant, ignoring their tender love and care. mary braids primos thin, blonde hair, bathes his body with a sponge and warm water, trying to rid him of the rot. they would not let death taint his beautiful, unmarred, pale skin.
& because of their doting, mary ended up neglecting themself, not eating or drinking enough, barely leaving primo’s side. mary begins to hallucinate, sees their lover’s chest rising and falling with lively breaths. it was because of their love that brought him back, mary was sure of it.
i imagine with the loss of mental facilities, mary becomes more unhinged, as if they weren’t off their rocker already. mary would undress themself fully, kneeling by their lover’s legs, lifting primo’s stiff thighs to accommodate them slotting in between. groping the stiff flesh underneath their filthy hands.
mary’s cock drips with need, missing the familiar feeling of primo’s pussy, having gone long enough allowing primo to ‘recover’. it was graceful of them, really. it takes a generous amount of spit to allow mary’s length to slick up, to slip into primo’s cunt, stiff and cold. tight as hell though.
ignoring the obvious chill of his body, mary pushes forward, their cock dragging in and out of primo’s hole. he would be entirely defiled before anyone could find them there together, cum leaking from his pussy.
primo’s face still remains unmoving, even as mary runs her tongue along the cool seem of his mouth, kissing his unresponsive lips.
they could get used to this, in sickness and in health. that is what mary tells themself.