The Frankenbride: Heart Pounding (Patreon)

Wanted to do something quick for V Day, and remembered wanting to do another fic of this cute couple. The frankenstein monstergirl and her hubby getting kinky with her detachable, adjustable body, this time by installing a heart in her that makes everything she feels more intense. 

It wasn’t our first Valentine’s Day together, but it was one that I wanted to make special for her. I’d been married to Abomination Steinbacher as my man-made frankenwife for five years, and I know there’s a lot of traditions about anniversaries and things, but I don’t think any of those traditions assumed your wife would be made out of mismatched reanimated corpses. We were left sitting on the bed, about to exchange gifts. Abby was dressed in some tight jeans I always liked and a partly unbuttoned blouse for some practical but vaguely flirty clothes.

Abby got me my usual favorites; a small mix of candies, a new video game, and some sex toys she’d inevitably break within a week. I’d decided to go a little extra hard on this one, even if it was more of a late Christmas present for how complicated it ended up being.

“Oh, sweetie! You didn’t!” Abby gasped as she opened up her lacey pink box.

“I got some help from your dad, and he says it should work like I’m hoping it will,” I explained carefully.

She called the mad scientist who had built her dad, so by now it had rubbed off on me. She was beaming with excitement as she reached into her present and pulled out the realistic-looking heart. Arteries and ventricles or whatever and all.

“I know you always had my heart and I just wanted you to have one of your own. Even if you’ve already got the biggest heart of anybody I know.”

“Ohhh, hon! That’s so sweet. C’mere!”

Abby got me in her iron grip, squeezing with all her undead might. I just leaned into it with my usual approach; avoid her stitching and hug her back to run my hands over her mismatched skin and hair. It had the benefit of missing out on the back-cracking force of her full power hug just because her hand was still holding her gift.

“So how does it work? I never had a working heart before,” Abby pried curiously.

“Well it’s complicated,” I explained. That was to say, I wasn’t entirely sure. The doctor and his swarm of sexy clone assistants did most of the actual work on it.

“But the idea was it would make you… well, do you remember that song Like A Virgin?”

Abby perked up an eyebrow (her black one on her tanner patch of skin; not the blonde one).

“Doc said it should affect your emotional state and sensitivity to a point where when you have it installed, it should scramble the uh… stimuli, I think, enough to where sex will feel like it’s new again. You’re already human enough as it is, so that was the best use of it I could think of… giving you a virgin heart. Made of synthetic virgins, by the way! Mostly leather. I think the doc said he ended up using lizard parts, since they’re technically all virgins…”

Her eyes widened and she cracked another excited smile.She thrust it back into my hands and clapped her hands excitedly.

“That sounds amazing! I can’t wait to try it out!”

We had already had dinner so it seemed as good a time as any. I gestured upward and Abby pulled off her t-shirt. Her stitched in place tits bounced out with their usual weighty girth, and the bolts on her neck crackled a bit to help her process her excitement. I took one of her breasts and by putting the right pressure in the right spots, I turned it like a safecracker and removed it for her. Abby was always this hodgepodge of a woman, and I’d done enough maintenance on her when her joints or extremities started getting stiff that I knew my way around her in ways a normal human just physically couldn’t.

There was nothing underneath the breast; just a very slight indentation in her torso where the breast could screw back on like a very sexy lid to a thermos. I lightly ran my thumb across Abby’s nipple, and even detached from her body it made her bite her lips and squirm.

I popped the heart into her chest, remembering the instructions from her father. One valve pointing inward, the other out, I wedged it into place and saw her shudder a little. It was a lot like her expression when we’d take her brain out for some especially savage sex. I fastened her breast back on and watched her closely. Already, she was breathing a bit heavier and blankly staring ahead.

“Okay… okay, I didn’t know… I don’t know THIS.”

Abby gestured around her head in general, ending up brushing her fingers through her hair. She ran across the white streak before going through the brunette center and her blonde ponytail. She stared ahead of her like she was seeing some amazing view instead of her husband of several years.

“So it’s working?”

Abby gawked and nodded.

“Oh yes. It’s… I’m like I’m seeing in color for the first time. Or you just showed me chocolate. It’s hard just to process everything right now, like… OOH!”

She shivered at some sudden chill, hugging her arms around her topless body. I smiled at her random little bursts of seemingly new pleasures, and I had to know how this was going to turn out.

I cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently. It was a basic warmup for her usually, but Abby let out a husky cry and leaned into me. I held up her heavy body by the tits and she shivered violently, shutting her eyes and moaning until she drooled over me.

“Oh my god… ohhhh, baby, what are you doing to me?” she pleaded.

“I’m just playing with your tits as usual,” I reminded her.

I did notice that the more I lingered, the more I felt it. A very slow but steady pulse came from her chest. It felt like something I’d expect to hear on a movie as someone was dying, low and too far apart, but it was a lot more than her usual cool, pulseless body.

“But it feels like my clit is on my nipples,” she moaned and whined.

Her wriggling just bobbed her boobs around in my hand, dragging them over my palms and making her twitch even more. She bit her lip as her eyes rolled back into her head, and I lifted a hand just long enough to pull her lip back out of her teeth. She could still lose track of her own strength sometimes, and putting her lip back on was a pain in the ass.

“You really like that, huh?” I pried.

She nodded heavily, her mouth parted just enough that she drooled over her chest and my hands. I chuckled and lowered my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She screamed loud enough that I stopped, but her pounding pulse picked up a bit. Abby just collapsed back onto the bed, popping her breasts out of my grasp as she shivered like wild. She smiled widely and started giggling madly.

“Oh my… oh wow! Stop~! I can’t~!” she laughed while her body arched, as if I were somehow tickling her from afar. Her cheeks blushed in two different shades while

Her sudden retreat left me empty handed, but even with all her spastic giggling she started feeling up her own tits. She moaned and gasped, and with a firm flick of her wrist she popped her hands off from her arms. She moaned as I watched her groping herself with her own disembodied hands.

“Keep goin’!” she panted, staring at me wild-eyed.

“I just can’t stop. I can’t stop I can’t stop!” she squeaked out more and more desperately.

“How does anybody with a pulse just not do this all the time?!”

“It’s admittedly pretty tough,” I confessed as I smiled down at my pathetically horny wife.

I took hold of her tight jeans and pulled them off her. I experimentally rubbed through her panties, stroking gently over her pussy. She gasped sharply enough that she stopped breathing altogether, which would have been more of a concern with anybody who was legally alive. I just gave a parting stroke and left them behind to pull down her damp panties too.

It was like the open air on her skin was enough to make Abby shiver. She curled up a bit but her thick thighs popped immediately open when I ran a hand across them. Her hips bucked and she let out needy whining noises, like her confused arousal was consuming everything about her.

I ran a hand over her pussy and it was like turning on a faucet. She gave a shrill gasp and a steady trickle of precum ran from her slit. My undead bride let out her deep breath as a long and squeaky ramble.

“Ohfuckohjeezohimcan’twhattawhateveruhhnnn…”

Her hips already bucked sharply.

“How… how deep are you?” she mewled as her eyes fluttered towards the ceiling.

“That’s not even half a finger,” I pointed out to her, curling my fingertip a little inside her.

“It’s WHAT?!”

I laughed and stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could.

“Oh this I’ve got to see!” I decide as I climb on top of my thick lover.

Seeing me up there made her swallow hard, and I could feel the firm drumming of her heart pounding away beneath me. She smiled meekly, her eyes watering as she looked so cutely overwhelmed by her body trying to remember what sex is.

“Please go easy,” she panted heavily, but her smile broke wide. “But don’t. I want it so bad but I can’t even… literally can’t even… it’s like you popped my brain out but I can still think and it doesn’t help at all because my pussy’s thinking for me~!”

I let her talk herself in circles for a bit before I decided to go all in. I thrust deep inside her and her powerful body bucked in one big ripple, letting out a long and shrill howl. I’d have worried the doc swapped her sense of arousal for pain by her initial reaction, but she threw her arms around me and dragged me down into her with her gorilla-like strength. I couldn't have pulled out if I wanted with her arms strapping me down against her and burying my face between her tits. The thumping heart was like hearing a noisy neighbor’s speakers through some thin walls.

“Oh fuck! What are you… what is this!? Oh god, how do you even do this? Everything is so… burning, but good!” Abby ranted.

“You fucking sex god! You… you can’t… can’t stop…”

I did my best to bite back a smile. I was hardly a few deep thrusts inside her and the virginity reboot was already driving her wild.

I started pumping my hips, watching my brawny brute of a wife shake and twitch with the slightest movement. When she wasn’t rambling she was drooling over herself or gulping it back when she thought to. My humping was matched by a thick, wet sucking sound of her soaking wet pussy eager to accept me.

I couldn’t be too surprised when she shrieked and came, the shrill noise accompanying her deeply thudding heartbeat. I kept pumping against her strong and meaty thighs catching me on every thrust, pounding her clit that worked like a miniature seizure button on the overloaded beauty. She was well past the ability to focus hard enough to speak, just jibbering and giggling as she quivered beneath me. Her mindless shivering and squirting worked like a vibrating sex toy around my cock, and watching her basically cumming her brains out for the last ten minutes was arousing enough for me to cum inside her. I leaned in closer but I don’t think she even noticed amidst her own ecstasy. Her whole body kept flexing and shaking until she just fell apart.

There’s a lot of questions about how Abby works that I still don’t understand but it seemed like she just overworked basically every part she had trying to keep up with these new feelings. With a few harmless popping sounds, her arms and legs fell loose and her head arched back hard and fast enough to topple right off her shoulders. Her panting face rolled down the pillows and ended up staring up at me from beside her own waist.

“Oh… oh fuck… okay. Okay, the heart works,” she panted frantically.

Her eyes were wide open like they were trying to pop out of her head. Rather than risk that, I decided it was best to settle her down. I unfastened her breast again, her hand still groping the nipple and her limbless torso still stuck steady on my dick. As much as I’d like to toy with that in front of her sometime, I detached her heart from its little crevice. Abby’s detached head immediately started breathing deeply, starting to calm down as the pounding pulse died out as soon as I removed it.

“Oh gosh~!” she gushed, eyelids fluttering as she got her head back on straight. So to speak. She was still decapitated, after all.

“Oh I can still feel it… that weird little beat and the cumming thing,” she added a bit sheepishly.

She smiled up at me and puckered her lips. I leaned down as I pulled out of her and kissed her on the lips.

“You do know most humans just get their girls a heart-SHAPED box, right?” Abby sighed dreamily.

“Yea, but you deserve the best. Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” I assured her.