Necrophilia

After he failed at his attempt to steal Arendelle's throne, all twelve of his brothers had collaborated to come up with a proper punishment. They had, of course, stripped him of his title, and cast him to be a commoner and serve in Arendelle, the very place he'd tried to overthrow. He was sentenced to life time work in the grave yard. He remembered their reasoning as to why when he had so desperately asked for it.

"Your betrayal has made you dead to us, Hans," His brother, Garret, had said. "So, we're sending you were you belong."

Death in Arendelle had become the norm recently. A horrid illness had been spreading like wildfire due to the unexpected winter causing many to drop like flies left and right. His true mission when he left for Arendelle had been to make alliances and help them find a cure before it could spread further. Unfortunately, Hans twisted mind had seen a throne and if he couldn't have his home's he'd take another's! If only it had work, though.

He could still remember the first body. It was a young man. Probably not much older than himself, really. His black hair had dulled, and his skin had paled. With the heart no longer pumping fluids, it was only natural. Hans job was to take the body, put it in a coffin, and burry it after the funeral.

It was terrifying work, at first. Day after day, having to look at the lifeless faces. Expecting them to sit up when his back was turned. He could always feel them watching him. They were alive. Alive to him. As another part of his punishment, he was forced into isolation. Food was brought to him at varying hours, so he wouldn't be able to surprise the deliverer. His house was always under watch. He couldn't leave while a man with an arrow waited for him some where. Somewhere Hans couldn't see. He had remembered when he thought it a bluff, and had walked outside in an attempt to escape. He still had the scar on his shoulder.

The were they only company he had. They were all he could talk to. There was no one else. He had tried plotting with himself, but he just couldn't keep to himself. Work had slowly become less dreadful as he got use to it. It was like meeting a new friend everyday. He'd laugh and talk with them before he waved them off to sleep for the rest of their lives.

But they still weren't giving him the proper interaction he needed. He needed something more than just a one sided conversation. He needed to explore his options a little more.

That's when the ideas first started appearing.

A young woman had died recently. She was very beautiful and Hans couldn't help but feel bad. Her hair had lost its gloss, yes, but it still felt just as soft. Her skin was pale, cold, but still just as smooth as silk. With barely a blemish, it was definite she had been a finer beauty of Arendelle. He had wished that he could've met her before. He had had many of fair women (and men) fall for him. He had no doubt this one would have fallen under his spell, too. If only they could've met.

But you have met. He thought causing his eyebrows to shoot up. You have met, so why is it any different. You can still have your way.

"But it's wrong." Hans said aloud. "Sh-She's dead! I can't do that! It's wrong! Disgusting, even!"

But you'll end up like her one day, too. What's the difference? Besides, when was the last time you've touched someone?

"Well," Hans hesitated. "That is true, and I haven't been with another person in a while...B-But it's still wrong!"

Suit yourself, but really think about it. You know you've always wondered what it would be like. to touch them, kiss them, caress them, fuck them.

"No! Shut up! That'd make me worse than Queen Elsa!"

I'm only stating what you're thinking, Hans. I am you." Hans finished out loud as he saw his reflection.

He stared at it, at himself, terrified. It was true. He wanted to know. He wanted to do it. But he was so scared. What if he got caught?

Who's going to catch you? You're not expecting company, are you? You're alone and you'll always be alone. Just you, me, and the bodies. The beautiful bodies...

He was right. Hans realized with wide eyes. He could do what, or who, he wanted as long as they were in this house. The guards were stationed to look at the whole outside. Not the inside. With a new found determination, he turned to look at the woman. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He approached it slowly as if it'd would rise and know his intentions.

He stripped himself of his wool clothing, and carefully folded them to avoid unnecessary wrinkles. He was stalling and he knew it. He proceeded to do the same with the woman's clothing. His breathing getting heavier as he removed her undergarments and saw her body fully.

She was a very shapely woman. Her bust was larger than average, but her arse was trim and small. So small that he wondered if her body had gotten confused and put more into her bust that was supposed to go into her arse. Her stomach was flat and he ran a hand over it. Her body was cold, but so smooth. He could feel his erection rising. Seeing as she was, well, dead, he positioned himself at her entrance right away. No point wasting energy to pleasure someone who wouldn't feel it. He grabbed one of her breasts in each hand and slid himself in.

Oh. Oh god. This woman had been a virgin before her untimely death.

He could feel her hymen break, and it was so tight. It was absolutely wonderful. He had deflowered girls before, but nothing could compare to this sensation. He didn't have to wait because it hurt her. He didn't have to waste energy to soothe her. He didn't have to do anything for her. He didn't have to get her intoxicated, or make sure he looked his very best. All that mattered was him. His pleasures.

And that's how he liked.

He thrust into her at his tempo almost immediately. His pace was fast, but he occasionally slowed down to just tease himself. It felt wonderful. He rammed into her again and again before stopping when another idea came to him. Slowly sliding himself out, he flipped the body over onto its stomach as he entered her back entrance. She couldn't say no. She was dead. He was alive, and he had the power.

He had the power. He realized with shock. It was true. He had the power. He could do what he wanted to these people, to these bodies, and they couldn't say anything about it. He was in control and that thought was what finally pushed him over the edge. He pulled out and clean himself off. The body could stay that way. He'd probably use it again soon, anyways. And when he couldn't use it any more, he'd use the next one. And no one could say anything about it.

Because Hans, finally, had the power.