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In case it is not clear this story contains a dead body being used sexually. If this is not something you want to read, stop now. As soon as it was safe to return to his duties, however, he did so. The school had to be kept tidy and large battles tended to have a negative effect on cleanliness. Grumbling angrily late into the night, he happened to enter the barely candlelit Great Hall. The bodies of the fallen were respectfully laid out all around. Some might have found a room of corpses spooky, or chilling. Filch did not. Tonks had worn her own appearance into death, and lay most peacefully alongside her beloved husband.
Her head rocked sideways under the blow, and faced Remus. He was surprised to find the skin warm, though the color had drained further from her already pale skin. He wondered if there was some spell in place to keep the bodies un-rotted, or if it was simply part of the decomposition process to grow warm anew.
A sudden thought, darkly evil, struck Filch. The hall was deserted. The school slept. Peeves and his ilk were making no trouble. He squeezed through her top. The flesh was soft, not stiff, and again he suspected magic. His hands shook violently for a moment, and then he steadied them, each to a breast. It had been a very long time since he had known sexual desire. Even as a young man, the messiness of females had been a source of constant discontent for the young squib.
Tonks would nevermore make a mess, not outside her grave at any rate. Still groping the pale beauty, he lowered his face to hers with trepidation. He suddenly pulled away. Necrophilia stories fiction saliva glistened on slack lips. He scolded himself for his depravity, for his immoral behavior. Yes, Tonks had treated him with the same contempt as all the others did in life, but that was no reason to violate her body in death. He gulped, painfully aware of his insistently throbbing erection. The tang of cold sweat upon her breast was like a taste explosion as he hurriedly stripped her.
She looked so still, so tidy, he knew he was going to have her, and damn the consequences. He managed to get his pants around one leg as he climbed onto Tonks. Small drops of fluid splashed against smooth skin, as he gently rubbed his hardness against her belly.
It took him long seconds to find her entrance. He had little experience, decades past, and tried for her urethra. She was no lover, able to offer him advice. The penetration was dry, but death had brought slackness there, too. Filch finally thrust in hard.
He Necrophilia stories fiction no idea his organ could feel any better than it did inside Tonks. Grunting like a beast all the while, he humped her hard, and forced slobbery kisses she could never again resist. He tried to pull her legs up around him, but they flopped limply down. He felt equal parts shame and satisfaction in the act, the dry warmth inside still provided pleasurable friction to the old caretaker. Tonks eyelids had slid up revealing her death glazed eyes. It seemed to Filch that she viewed him with contempt from even beyond the veil.
Her limbs and head jerked under the brutal onslaught until Filch stiffened and spewed his load into her once child-bearing womb. He withdrew, quickly. Working fast, he re-clothed her corpse, and left her body almost as he had found it. She lay peacefully beautiful in death, his grubby cleaning rag removing the last of the spit from her face.
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