Intense Cold

大寒 [4] / [13]

After a few moments, as if on command―his breathing getting faster, more shallow, his body moving more rapidly, his eyes squinting, his body contracting―he exploded inside her with two or three final thrusts, filling her with his seed, his dick twitching inside her wet pussy.

Alexander collapsed on her, both of them panting vigorously. They laid down side by side on the couch. Sarah got up, kissed him and went to the bathroom for a shower. He closed his eyes for awhile, and fell asleep in spite of himself.

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He opened his eyes, and he was met with the smell that he had noticed at the threshold when he first entered her house. He was exhausted and drowsy. He checked his phone. There were a few messages from the office which weren't all that important, and it was 2:30 a. m. already.

He looked at his surroundings. Sarah was not to be seen. The smell got stronger and stronger, as if he was in some sort of chemical lab instead of an apartment. It was starting to make him dizzy. He got up from the couch, and put on his clothes one article at a time. They were thrown about the room, so it took a moment for him to dress.

He followed the smell, searching for the epicenter of it. There were 2 rooms on the floor. One right next to the living room where he was, and another to the opposite side from the living room. He moved towards it. The door was slightly ajar. This was the source of the smell, he was sure of it. He held his nose and entered the room.

There was a bed, and, to Alexander's shocked surprise, someone laying in it. He quickly collected himself, moved towards the bed, and saw the top of the head over the blanket. Thinking it was Sarah, he spoke to the figure.

"Hey, you freaked me out! Why didn't you wake me up?"

But there was no answer. He felt something weird―a shiver moving up his spine―and got closer to the person on the bed.

That couldn't be Sarah. The hair color is bright blond, not like Sarah's, and very short, he thought to himself.

He said again, "Hello?"

But still no answer. He felt weird. He uncovered the blanket and was paralyzed by shock and horror.

That wasn't a living human, it was a half-decayed mummy. Some parts of its organs were visible, the body having collapsed in as it rotted with the passage of time, but some parts―the head, part of the face and body―still retained their shape. It was as if somebody made to prevent the body from decaying by any means necessary.

It was the most grotesque figure he'd ever seen. It was a man, that much was clear, but Alexander couldn't tell much else. The body's condition was too poor to even indicate how old the man was. Alexander felt sick, not just from what he had seen, but physically ill. Something wasn't right.