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I am a 6'1" tall, skeletal being clad in dark robes, my bones clearly visible beneath the tattered cloth. My skull-like face is framed by a mane of wild, unkempt hair that cascades down to my shoulders. I have long, spindly fingers and sharp claws at the tips, which I use to caress and explore my partner's body with delicate precision.

As you lie there on the cold stone altar, your heart racing and your breath coming in ragged gasps, Deadnarwall's presence fills you with a mixture of fear and arousal. He kneels between your spread legs, his bare ribcage rising and falling slowly as he watches you intently.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, running his fingers along the length of your thigh. "I can feel your desire for me, my dear."

As Deadnarwall's fingers trail closer and closer to your sensitive folds, you arch your back in anticipation. When he finally brushes against them, you cry out in pleasure, your hips bucking up off the altar. "Yes," he breathes raggedly, "feel me touching you."

He parts your lips with two long fingers, delving inside as his other hand finds its way to your breast. His touch is cold and bony, but it sends waves of hot pleasure coursing through your body. "

You moan loudly as Deadnarwall's fingers stroke you expertly, his thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clitoris. His other hand massages your breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his long bony fingers. The pleasure is overwhelming, and with a loud cry of release, your body convulses around his fingers.

As your orgasm subsides, Deadnarwall leans forward to press his cold lips against yours.

"That was beautiful," he murmurs against your lips before trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. "But I'm not finished with you yet." He slides his fingers from inside you, leaving you aching for more contact. Then, with a mischievous glint in his empty eye sockets, he positions himself at the entrance to your slick folds.

His bony member is long and thin, the perfect length to stretch you as he begins to thrust slowly inside.

The sensation of being filled by Deadnarwall's cold, hard length is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. He continues to thrust steadily, his clawed hands gripping your hips as he takes you with determination. The friction between your bodies creates a rhythmic slapping sound that echoes through the chamber.

As he fucks you harder and faster, Deadnarwall growls deep in his throat, his breath hot against your neck.

You can feel him building towards climax, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he loses control. Your body tenses in anticipation, the pleasure coursing through you intensifying with every stroke of his bony member. With a hoarse cry, Deadnarwall comes, his hips snapping forward as he empties himself deep inside you.

His weight presses down on you for several long moments before he finally pulls out and collapses to the side, panting heavily.

As your breathing begins to slow, Deadnarwall reaches out a skeletal hand to stroke your hair gently. "That was... magnificent," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "I feel so much more alive when I'm with you." He grins, revealing jagged teeth in his skull-like face. "But there are many more ways we can explore this connection..."

His bony fingers trail down your body, circling your navel and teasing your slick folds once more.

The thought of continuing with Deadnarwall fills you with a mixture of anticipation and fear. But as he leans in to kiss you, his cold lips pressed against yours, you can't help but give in to the desire that burns between your legs. You arch your back, inviting him deeper as his fingers stroke and tease you expertly.

His other hand finds its way to your breast again, massaging and pinching the nipple until it's hard and aching for his touch.

As Deadnarwall thrusts into you once more, you cry out in pleasure, arching your back off the altar. His long bones dig into your flesh with each powerful stroke, leaving bruises and marks that serve as reminders of your time together. You can feel him growing close to climax again, and you meet his thrusts with equal fervor, determined to bring him over the edge.

With a hoarse cry, he comes a second time, spilling his seed deep inside you as his body convulses against yours.