Corpse Husband X Reader Novels & Stories

I tried not to shiver because a slight shiver from my hand meant brushing my husband's hard dick. Someone please tell him, I am a doctor and not a masseuse. If his thighs are aching so much, he should call for a masseuse. “I am not going to call my masseuse. What's the use of having my ‘contracted’ wife then?” He said, emphasizing his all-time blackmailing card; the contract between us. With amazement I looked at Xander. I was right then thinking about masseuse and he literally had that rolling out from his tongue. How could he read my mind? I saw a smirk slowly capturing his lips, and his orbs glowed red.

I cried out, my tongue dangling as I moved my waist toward him, and the sound of flesh clashing filled the air. "So deep. So deep. You are going to kill me." "Die. I want to fuck you to death." Xavier groaned. I cried and moved, moaning hard. "So deep. Husband is so big. Little husband wants to kill me." I felt the dick suddenly grow bigger inside my hole, and Xavier ejaculated. He kissed my neck and grabbed my waist, his dick still in my hole. "Did you just call me 'husband'?"

The translucent liquid dripped down his fingers and palm, wetting everything it touches. It smelled heavily of cherry blossoms and if not for the urgency, he would've taken his time and ate his husband, tasting the slick from the source. His cock throbbed at the thought. Vernon was never this wet and the alpha has made the omega soaking wet before. He coated the slick all over his hard cock, softly moaning at the feeling. “I don't even need to prep you. You're soaking wet and so ready for me,” Xavier said, positioning himself in front of his husband's entrance before pushing his cock in.

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

Emma stopped breathing. The figure beyond the Gate remained motionless. Watching. Waiting. Smiling. The silver light poured around him like liquid memory, illuminating the darkness that existed beyond realities, beyond frameworks, beyond everything Emma thought she understood. Her husband. It was impossible. And yet every instinct she possessed told her it was him. Not a copy. Not a reflection. Not an illusion. Him. The same man she had loved. The same man she had argued with. The same man who had disappeared for days without explanation.

Tiffany put on a show of pulling me up, feigning sympathy. "Celeste, the dead can't come back to life. We need to move forward." Phineas handed me a document and said, "This is Dylan's will. You're his sole beneficiary." I wiped away a tear and straightened up. So, not only had they staged a fake death, but they had even prepared a will? How suspicious. I quickly skimmed through the document. "All debts incurred during my lifetime will be assumed by Ms. Celeste Harper."

A message came in from a number she knew well. Arthur: Claire, I know you must be crying in Namba right now. Julian will never give you happiness. You know why he agreed to marry you, don’t you? Because he is asexual. He will never be able to touch you or give you ‘satisfaction’ on your wedding night. Come back to me before you truly waste away there. Claire squeezed her phone with mounting anger. "That man truly has no shame," she hissed. She quickly turned off her phone roughly and slipped it into her bag. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation at the mention of their wedding night.

It felt like she was hypnotized, and she held onto every vein of it. Dylan closed his eyes and let out a soft moan at what Zelena was doing. She was surprised when Dylan removed her hand from his manhood. "I can't take it anymore," he groaned. He took off his boxers and immediately got on top of Zelena. She suddenly moaned when he touched her womanhood. "Fuck. You're wet," he commented. She moaned even more as Dylan slowly inserted his middle finger into her womanhood. Her husband stared at her and slowly inserted his finger in and out. She became even more restless and didn't know where to touch and where to look.

He took off his glove and exposed his hand. Lifting up the husband’s shirt, he began to work with haste. Running his finger down his torso, the dark man sliced the husband open with ease and he began to bleed. Satisfied with his work, the dark man got up and walked away. The husband’s blood was pooling onto the kitchen floor. Shortly after the mysterious man left, the husband began to twitch and the wife took a breath of air. In the distance, the vampire could hear a new heart beat coming from the house he’d just left. The corner of his lip slightly turned upward as he continued on his way through the night.

“Move, Alex, or I'll scream. My husband's outside.” “Your what?” Alex’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. “Keep fooling yourself.” She tried to push past him again but he was persistent. “Let go!” She snapped, her voice was louder this time. “Why? So you'll run back to my uncle? Don't you have shame? You were confessing your love to me barely a month ago but now you've moved to him. Is this some sort of kink for you? Sleeping with family members—”