Eternal Vows of Muscle

Belated Happy Halloween!
Of course I had to make something for it and here it is, my take on the "Corpse Bride" not to be confused with the Corpse's Bride ;)

In the dim glow of a moonlit cemetery, Melissa stood before her groom, her veil adorned with wilted flowers fluttering in the chill night breeze. Her black hair cascaded like shadows over her immense traps, which bulged beneath the stitches that held her pale, undead skin together. She had risen from her grave not as a fragile specter, but as a powerhouse of muscle, her body forged in the afterlife through endless, ethereal workouts—pulling chains from crypt walls for rows, lifting tombstones for deadlifts—until her biceps peaked like mountains and her abs carved deep into her core. The black latex dress hugged her form tightly, torn at the sides to reveal the striated sweep of her quads and the rounded swell of her glutes, each flex sending a ripple through her physique that made the fabric strain and creak. Her blue-tinged patches glowed faintly, a reminder of her corpse bride origins, but her eyes sparkled with a submissive hunger as she posed, one arm flexed to showcase the veiny split in her biceps, fingers curling invitingly toward him.

'Do you take this body... forever?' she whispered playfully, her voice a husky echo from beyond the grave, laced with sensual plea as she stepped closer, her delts capping her shoulders like armored plates. The dress's low neckline plunged between her pecs, which heaved with undead breath, nipples stiffening against the material as she crunched her abs subtly, making them pop through the thin fabric like armored plating. She had prepared this form for him, pumping iron in the underworld gym to swell her lats into wide wings that flared out, creating a V-taper that screamed power yet begged for his touch. Submissive in her eternal devotion, Melissa dropped to one knee, her hamstrings coiling like springs, and offered her arm for him to feel—the cold, hard muscle warming under his living heat, veins pulsing as if her heart still beat for this moment.

He couldn't resist, his hands roaming her biceps first, squeezing the unyielding peaks that flexed back against his grip, drawing a soft moan from her stitched lips. 'Please, my love... worship what death couldn't decay,' she begged nicely, her tone dripping with playful submission, guiding his palms down to her abs where he traced the deep cuts, fingers dipping into the grooves as she contracted them rhythmically, grinding her core against his touch. The sensation ignited her spectral desires, her pussy—still achingly alive in undeath—throbbing beneath the dress's tattered hem, juices trickling down her inner thighs as her glutes clenched in anticipation. Emboldened, he tore the fabric further, exposing her slick folds framed by the massive teardrops of her quads, his mouth descending to lick the stitches along her pecs while his fingers plunged inside her, curling against walls that clamped down with muscular force.

Melissa arched back on the mossy ground, her traps bunching as she supported herself, legs spreading wide to let her calves flare out in diamond shapes. 'Fuck me like I'm yours eternally... make my muscles quiver,' she murmured submissively, her eyes rolling back as he thrust into her, his cock enveloped by the vice of her inner muscles, each pump met with a flex of her abs that milked him deeper. He gripped her lats for leverage, feeling them expand like sails under his hands, while she wrapped her powerful arms around him—not crushing, but holding gently in undead tenderness. The night filled with her gasps and the slap of flesh on muscle, her body yielding yet indomitable, stitches straining but holding as waves of pleasure built. When she came, it was cataclysmic—her entire physique shuddering, quads locking around his waist in a submissive trap, flooding him with her essence as she cried out, 'I do... forever!'

Panting in the afterglow, Melissa pulled him close, her biceps cradling his head against her pecs, which rose and fell with simulated breaths. 'That was just the ceremony... now for the honeymoon pump,' she teased breathlessly, her fingers tracing his chest while her glutes flexed beneath him, hinting at more rounds. In life or death, her muscular form was his to command, an eternal bride of kink and devotion, ready to flex and submit through the ages.