Tom plows her corpse

The bathroom was filled with silence, broken only by the sporadic dripping of water from somewhere in the echoey corners of the room. Tom smiled wickedly at the motionless poor girl’s body, drenched in all manner of fluids. He tugged at his belt, freeing his sleek pale erection to the cold light of the lavatory. “Done so soon, and that only just got me hard. My turn, mudblood!”

Tom raised a cruel hand and snapped his fingers. Myrtle’s robes flew away from her in all directions, leaving her bare body exposed in the still-warm puddle on the freezing tiles. Tom clicked his fingers again, and this time his own clothes whisked themselves off to a nearby sink and neatly folded themselves. Tom stepped over to her nude body, stroking his meat with an eerily graceful motion.

Sinking to his knees between her splayed thighs, he murmured, “Such lovely flesh for a muggle-born. But now it’s mine to desecrate…”

He gently caressed the curves of her abdomen with his knuckles, tracing her loosened muscles. Tom unhands his dick and wraps both hands around her chubby thighs as he positions himself at her entrance. He lined himself up, and then thrusted forward like a darting snake chasing a rodent down a tunnel. He grunted as he plunges himself deep within her, feeling no resistance. “You bitch, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? If you were still h-here, you’d be m-moaning like a wild pig, wouldn’t you!”