Warning extreme sexual scences if you're under 18 then you shouldn't even be reading this shame on you!
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Its been a week since the death of Eric Cartman. A week of paranoia. A week of fear. You let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. Today was his funeral. To watch the fat bastard you once hated be buried was almost to much. You let a few tears run before wiping them and getting ready. You slipped on a long black dress the hugged your body along with a pair of black heels. You decided there was no need for make up today knowing there was more tears to come. You let out a shaky sigh and stepped out of your house. There Craig was waiting. He may have hated Cartman but he didn't have to go out like this. He hugged you protectively before opening the door of his car for you. Normally you'd think he look dashing in a tux but your mental state was to unstable. Once you were there you went into the service room. Of course it was a closed casket. Wendy was under some random guy's arm pretending to cry. Whore. You felt angry. How could she just move on after the apparent "love of her life" died like that? She was filth to you. You sat down and the ceremony began. "Today we mourn the unfortunately death of Eric Cartman. He was a friend, son, boyfriend, and classmate. He will be dearly missed by all who knew him." The priest said. People were already crying, even Kyle the person who Eric picked on the most. You didn't listen to anything else. Your head was racing. Then you realized even you were crying. How ungoth of you. "May he rest in piece" the priest finished. While he was talking no one notice that someone had taken something from the fat brunette's corpse. Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Butters lifted the casket carrying it out. After a few more words we buried him. Pete hid behind a tree with his prize. Eric's hand. He had big plans for it and no one was going to stop him. No one. He looked to you and slightly growled at the raven haired boy. Soon you'd be his arms not that comformist ass hole's. He loved you. Pete knew every last detail about you. What could Craig know that he didn't?! Pete sighed. The funeral will be over soon and he had a lot of work cut out for him. He headed home for the first time in what seemed to be weeks. He realized how exhausted he was. How he reeked of blood and sweat. How he hungered. If he was going to go through with his plan he needed to be in the best shape he could be in. He walked to the bathroom and slide off his dirty grimy clothing. Dirt abd blood stained his pale body. He stepped in to the shower and turned on the hot water. He watched as the blood amd dirt mixed in to the water and sink down the drain. He took time and thought of you remembering how beautiful you looked. Your bare (s/c) body soaked. Your (h/l) (h/c) drenched in water. He felt stange urges as his lower region got harder. He softly gripped his member and pumped it. He said shakily "(y-y/n) ohh." He hazily keep going thinking of your beauty. Once again you filled his senses and it drove him crazy. He kept at it for what seemed to be hours before he felt a knot in his stomach. "Aahh aahh (y-y/n)!" He came panting. He finished washing up and soon got out. Now time for preparation.
