Chapter 0 - Appearance

When John came back home, he was not expecting there to be a naked girl decapitated on the floor of his apartment, her head disconnected and laying several feet from her body. She was a buxom redhead, and thick as half and half. But he scratched his head. There was no blood, no innards. In fact the area between her neck and head were clearly visible as if an MRI had been taken, but they stayed put like an invisible force was keeping them there.


He just stood there for several seconds, wondering what to do. The police would definitely not believe the story that he came found and found a dismembered woman on his floor. He didn’t have any friends that could help him cover this up, either. His neighbors were fairly nosy people, and thus trying to dispose of it would only spark their curiosity.


There was a sigh of relief when an eye opened on the disembodied head. Her swiveled around before staring at him. He stared back. A wave was given by him, but not returned. All in all it was fairly awkward to look at someone who he had just considered dead.


Only then the body moved, spreading the lower lips of her trimmed pussy, giving him an exclusive peak of her insides. He raised an eyebrow, but all the head did was roll her eyes.


John was not a questioning man, and so he slung the body over one shoulder, and took the head in his hands. All she did was stare at him as he brought her them to the bedroom. He gently lay the body on the king size bed before placing the head on his lap. She said nothing, her eyes trying to stare through him. Her brilliant blue orbs swiveled in her head to the growing length pushing against her cheek. They widened as it continued to grow. He smushed her cheek against his rod, feeling the softness of her skin all the way through his pants. She already knew what he was intending to do, but her body literally would not listen, beginning to pleasure herself. A few fingers placed tactically at her lips began to tease them, wetting them for her. Her other hand concentrating on her large nipples, twisting and flicking them.


Her face was flushed as she felt the pleasure transfer to her. She didn’t even notice him get out a gag. One that held a person’s mouth open, not allowing them to close it. The dullahan pursed her lips, sealing them as he tried to put it on. But instead of her forcing her mouth open, he simply pinched her nose. All it did was heighten the pleasure from the rest of her body. Her fingers becoming even more daring as they began to enter her pussy. John was patient as her cheeks began to blow out, her nipples hard enough to cut diamond, and just the rest height to pinch and roll.


She gasped, and that was when he pushed in the guard, swiftly fastening it around her head. The plastic tasted weird in her mouth, but it was even more annoying with her extremely long tongue hanging out. It reached at least half a foot out of her mouth, dangling on the sheets of the bed and transferring drool to them. She tried to retract it, but John was fast, grabbing it before she could. It was weird, feeling him grasp and play with her tongue. But he did little with it, letting go and allowing her to snake it back up into her mouth.


With the hand not placed atop her head, he unzipped his pants, revealing a tented underwear that sprung up. After deftly moving his hand through it, his member was out. It was way, way too big. At least two feet long and it wasn’t even fully erect. There was no escape for her, and her body came. She went cross eyed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat from what was about to happen to it.


She tried to look away but couldn’t, her eyes drawn like a magnet as he raised her head above his increasingly growing rod. It was like she was on a rollercoaster, and had just hit the hill. She was staring down the length of his dick, and could see the hilt. She knew he was going to try and hilt himself, that’s what they always did. She was full throttle fingering herself, her entire hand working to pleasure her lips as they became increasingly sensitive. She gulped.


Her head was impaled on the rod, lips first. She could feel herself gagging, unable to breath as he pushed her farther and farther along his length. There seemed to be no end to it. His dick was so long it passed out the exit to her neck, into the open air. It was changing the shape of her trachea with how hard it was. And her body could not be more aroused. It was thumbing her clit as if her life depended on it, both hands now contributing to pleasuring her cunt. Her back was beginning to arch, a telltale sign that the time for orgasm was near. But John just didn’t stop, continuing to slide her down his shaft like an onahole. And finally, she was there. She was staring at the base of his crotch, her bottom lip touching his balls. The dullahan’s eyes rolled up as she came, splattering her own face with her juices. There was so much she looked like she’d just come out of the rain. She could feel her pussy twitching, satisfied.


But John was nowhere near done. He grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her all the way up his cock-- far faster this time-- before slamming her back down. A little like one of those carnival games where you tried to hit a bell with a hammer. He kept playing that game, sliding her up and down his shaft, using her drool as lubricant. Eventually he too was near, his grip claw like as he slammed her down onto his shaft. He started grunting, twisting her head as he pushed it down. A whole new pleasure he’d never felt, her throat providing just enough friction for him to take advantage of such a fact. His balls began to tighten and he knew his time was near.


He came. His legs locked as his balls emptied into her throat. He gripped her tight at the base of his cock, his seed dripping onto the floor as his softball sized gonads pulsed. Luckily the dullahan had no need for air, or else she would have been long dead. It felt wonderful to be used like a cocksleeve, although she would never admit it. He then began the slow, tedious process of pulling her off. Allowing him ample time to feel her lips on every inch of his penis, before finally being pulled of with a ‘plop’. She couldn’t take his eyes off his dick. She’d never met a human with one so large. But, maybe he was done. Afterall, there was a non-trivial puddle of cum on the floor.


But no. His length had yet to soften. Her body’s arm grabbed at his hand, placing it on her pussy. He touched her lips. Far wetter than necessary for sex. His hand dripping enough that he placed it inside her mouth in order to wipe it off. Her lids were half closed in pleasure when he assumed the missionary position on her body. Not wanting to leave the head out of the action, he placed her on top of her womb, his hand gently angling her in such a way that she would be forced to see where they connected. Without her consent, her legs bent backwards, held back by her arms in a way that was perfect for breeding.


He had to take a few steps back just to line up the end of his dick with her entrance. Using his dick he teased her, tracing her holds with the tip of his dick, slathered in a mixture of his and her precum. To get a better look, her hands moved so that she was still in the folded missionary position, but was grasping onto her head. Her nose was so close as to brush her clit, causing her to shudder. She could smell his musk, his uncleanliness. It was intoxicating to breath it in, causing her to go crosseyed.


He took the plunge, her head pressed against her tone stomach as her body tried to adjust to his massive dong. It was so big that she could feel it distending her crotch, lifting her head ever so slightly. It was at her cervix, and he was only half way in. her entrance was kissing the tip of his penis, trying to suck him into her womb. But he just kept thrusting in, again and again. Stopping just short of penetrating her womb each time. Her tongue lolled out, draping over her muff and ass, hanging there loosely. His bed squeaked every time he thrust, bottoming out each time. Like he was trying to dig a hole with a hammer. She orgasmed, blasting her own cum against her tongue as her back arched, allowing him even further access to her depths.


His cock slid into her womb. She nearly lost it there from the pleasure. Not only did he pull the full two feet of his cock out, but he hit the end of her womb every time and it was driving her insane. She was practically drowning in pleasure, unable to breath as he relentlessly thrust into her.


John knew his time was near. The dullahan’s pussy was so amazingly tight that he could barely hold on. The fact that she was seeing herself fucked just made it all the hotter to him, especially since her tongue was slathering itself on his balls every time he entered her. Her womb was like a vacuum, it sucked him in and didn’t want him to leave. Her head might not have been straightforward, but her body was certainly honest. He could feel his balls tighten. He upped the pace even further, the bed rocking as he plowed into her with as much force as he could muster.


And then after hilting himself, his crotch touching her clit, he came. A flood of white seed painted the walls of her womb, filling her utterly. He panted, gently placing the head to the side as he collapsed on the dullahan’s body. He was wiped out after that. He hugged her close as the last of his seed left him, a few drops of it sliding out of her pussy onto the floor. That was the best lay he’d ever had, hands down. With the last of his remaining strength, he rolled over next to her, and fit her head over her body. Almost instantaneously it melded, allowing her to feel the full force of his actions and lock her legs again.


White cream dripped out of her pussy in copious amounts, mixing with her own cum as she orgasmed, back in complete control of her body. She couldn’t even move with how tired she was. All she could do was pass out next to a man she didn’t even know the name of.


Similarly, John slept without knowing her name. He would find it out the next morning.