Go find one of Taylor's bridesmaids

You walk along the grass, enjoying the sunlight. Most of the bridesmaids are helping Taylor prepare, but thankfully you find one sprucing up the flowers, moving about with a huge jog of water to spritz them with. You walk up to her.

You furrow your brow, trying to remember who she is. All of Taylor's bridesmaids are made up of the undead, given that she hasn't exactly made many friends. Instead, she just raised a handful of fresh undead to take the role. The highest ranking princesses, duchesses, baronesses, countesses and ladies whose corpses you could scrounge up, because she has some illusion of the upper-classes being all fancy, well-educated and chivalrous men and women worth emulating, rather than corrupt, inbred, wasteful cunts who will learn their place at the end of your cock or sword.

The other half of her bridesmaids were more to your choosing, simply the freshest, prettiest corpses you could find, raised so you had something to look at, because you don't plan on changing no matter how many girls you marry, be it two or two hundred.

Thankfully, this one seems to be both, given what you remember. Lady... something or other, the daughter of a lesser lord. Ran away from home with a bandit, ended up dying after eating poisonous berries, and was found recently enough. Although she's a bit pale, not the best smelling and cold to the touch, she'll do. She wears a long, old-fashioned style dress, rose pink in color. Her long red hair is tied into a long braid, her features soft and delicate. She's a bit on the lump side, which raises the question of why the hell she needed to eat berries that may or may not have been poisonous, but she'll do nicely.

You reach out out, putting a hand on her bosom and giving it a squeeze through the soft material. She lets out a low, possibly horny growl in response. You pull her in closely, pressing your lips against her cold neck, gently kissing your way up to her lips and sliding your tongue inside her cold dead mouth. This seems to spring her to live, as her tongue enters your mouth, her hands grasping around your waist and she begins to kiss back.

You consider doing it discreetly, but the bridesmaid doesn't have the brains to care and it's best not to give the illusion that you're not planning on putting your dick in everything you see. You grab the hem of her dress, lifting it up to reveal her underclothes. You move to your side, drawing your dagger and slicing through them, turning them to ribbons, revealing a tight, trimmed red bush leading down to a tight slit. You reach down, pulling your cock out from your robes as you lead it to her entrance. You wrap your arms around her, lifting her into the air as her legs wrap around you. You slide your your cock into her, her cold, wet walls tightening around your cock. You lift her up into the air, slamming her down on your cock. You lift her up again, quickly starting to build up a rhythm as you fuck her. You quickly speed up, the friction of your screwing warming up the cold inner flesh of the bridesmaid.

"Fuck yeah, you're not too bad," you groan.

Your cock continues to slide in and out, rubbing along her soft, fleshy walls, your cock becoming slick with her pussy juices. You keep fucking, as she slaps against your crotch with every movement. Her pussy jumps slicken both her and your thighs, making them shine with moisture.

After a few minutes of having your way with her, you finally feel the waves of pleasure overtake you, before you spurt your load deep inside her. You slide her off your cock, dropping her to her feet, your cum running down her thighs. You let her dress fall back down, covering her back up, as she looks exactly like you.

"Perfect," you say. "That should last me a while."

With that, you head back to your seat to fetch yourself another drink.