Heaven-sent

She lies pale and golden on the bier, a dead beauty cradled by carved wood. Then the messenger steps forward—an angel, cock hard already—and floods her with sudden life. Her arms curl up first, grasping at him; her legs part, wet and wanting; desire rips through her in one bright, electric rush. He seizes her hips, pushes inside, and every thrust sends pure lightning into nerves that had forgotten how to feel. The catafalque shakes beneath them as she moans back into the world, cunt tight and greedy around him, mouth seeking whatever he gives—tongue, teeth, breath—her first full scream echoing off stone and silk alike while he fucks her straight through death and into heaven.