Caption Pic: Frankenbride (Patreon)

Just another caption pic I threw together this morning. Buying a Frankenstein-style bride and programming in her fetishes to make her obsessed with getting knocked up. It's based on a request, but I think I might revisit the idea of being married to a Frankenstein girl. A girl who can break into pieces could have some cute flirty ideas.

You had spent so much time. After working and saving all you could, there was your new bride. Sure, her hair was different colors and the eyes mismatched. So the inventor said not to tell the cops about her and you could still see the stitchwork. She was beautiful, and she was all yours. You pressed the button on her collar and heard the sound of crackling electricity from somewhere inside her. Slowly, her dull eyes focused on you.

“Good morning… master,” she mumbled, her voice slow but clear.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Is that my... name?”

“Er, no. I was just… let’s go with Belle.”

“I am… Belle. Memorized,” she replied dutifully. You ran his hands over her body, feeling it start to warm up now that her electricity was flowing properly.  “What are my... fetishes?” It was strange that she’d ask that first, but then again, your intentions for the naked Frankensteinian bride are clear.

“You love cock. You always want it inside you.”

“I love… cock,” she droned obediently, though he see a brief twitch of a smile at the corner of her mouth. Maybe that’s just the startup shock messing with her muscles. “Thank you.”

“And you love getting pregnant. You love my cock and cum inside you.”

“I love… your cock. I… love cum. I love… you, master. Thank you for my fetishes.” There’s another crackling noise as Belle seems to memorize this. You hesitated when you realized you hadn’t asked her for the love you part, but why stop her? Maybe it’s her first real thought for herself.

Belle arched her back and suddenly took a deep breath. She looked like she just woke up, which you suppose makes sense considering what she really is. Your patchwork bride seemed to actually recognize you as her eyes showed a bit more… life. She smiled brightly, which made her stitches stretch along her cheek.

“Oh, hello, master,” she said as if she had said it a hundred times and she wasn’t a completely nude undead beauty. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been missing my master and that… big tasty cock of yours. I was hoping you’d be ready to... fuck my stitches off when you came back!” Her tone grows increasingly bubbly and excited as she goes on and her voice is slow, but it’s losing that loading time stutter.

“You know I’m obsessed with it. I want you to cum deep inside me all day long, master. I love your mortal warmth inside me! It makes me feel alive again! I ran some diagnostics while I was resting, and my womb is entirely functional! You know what that means… you can knock me up all you want! I can’t wait for you to truly fill me up with life! You can make a true woman out of me and plow me full of more and more of our beautiful children! Don’t worry about me, master. You can always patch me together again, and I don’t need to sleep or drink. All I need is your cock. I can take your beautiful, perfect dick inside me for the rest of my unlife! Even when you sleep I’ll ride your dick until it’s empty. Does that please you, master? Don’t you want to fill my frankencunt with your joy-giving cock? To fuck me until my seams are splitting and I’m crying with joy? 

“You are what gives me life, master. My keeper’s cock is what keeps me warm. Please put it in me now. I never want you outside of me. Even if you have to go, I think you’ll find my pussy is detachable for portability. Know that my body is yours, master. I want you to take me every minute of the day! I’m truly happy to be your immortal cocksleeve, my handsome and fertile master!”

Maybe you should tone that down a little… but she looks so happy about it. Sooooo maybe not.