Come inside.

(Featured image: Hazel Grace)

The inside of the sorority house was crammed with partying college kids. Perky sluts in bright bikinis fondled each other playfully while douchey gym bros did keg stands in the kitchen. David got bumped and beer-splashed as he tried following Fati through the crowd, headed for an open door across the living room.

He lost sight of her as he neared the doorway, and then felt a small hand pull him inside. The door closed itself behind him and he saw the mystery woman sitting on the foot of the bed with her legs crossed.

She leaned back on her palms, and her slender neck held her flawless face aloft as she regarded him regarding her. His eyes traveled over her glinting, gold necklace to the pert, full cleavage presented through the undone buttons of her oxford shirt. It wrapped her torso tightly, and tucked neatly into her smooth, dark skirt.

The crease of her thighs, as one rested on the other, called to David like a reverse lighthouse, almost demanding that he smash himself against the rocks.

"Feeling better, puppy?" Her velvet voice broke the silence, and David realized he couldn't hear the party outside the door anymore.

"Fuck no! That guy got turned into jizz!" He railed, suddenly recalling what had just happened.

"I told you, everyone thinks they can go forever."

"But this is fucking heaven! Isn't this fucking heaven??"

Fati sighed, and patted the bed beside her. David moped over and sagged onto the mattress, staring at the beer stain on his new, red sweats.

"It's not heaven, puppy. It's just one more place for horny perverts to hang around after they die, until they get gobbled up."

"Gobbled up by WHAT? That fucking shadow thing??"

"Shades."

"What?"

"They're called shades. They feed on lust in the Blowjob Universe."

"The– the b–"

"Don't hurt your head, honey. This is just one of a whole endless variety of universes, and you're in just one of an endless variety of worlds within it."

David's head hurt anyway. He didn't want to think about universes, he wanted to cum. And to not turn into cum.

Fati could see he was struggling, and took mercy on him. "Val, darling, would you come in here?"

The door to the bedroom opened and David's former co-worker strode in from the thumping rave outside. She wore a white, mesh top that showed her big, dark nipples, and a shoestring bikini bottom that cut creases in the meat of her hips.

"Hol– fuck me," David breathed.

"Is that what you want, for her to fuck you?" Fati looked over her handiwork proudly. Val shut the door and turned to them with a smile.

"I mean, yeah – but how is…"

"Shhh, you relax, I'll explain what I can," the Indian girl pressed a finger to his lips, and laid him back on the mattress. Val stepped forward and tugged his sweats down so she could stroke and kiss his cock.

"Do you know what purgatory is, David?" It felt like her lips were pressed to his ear again. He shook his head, of course he fucking didn't.

"You're in a waiting room, puppy. The last little pieces of your soul are being divvied up, and doled out to entities waaay beyond your understanding. Some of them want your heart, some want your brain (however much they can get) – and others, want your cum."

"My c-cum?" He shivered as Val pressed her nose into his crunchy pubes, swirling her tongue around his meat.

"Mhm. Soul-cum is very potent. Shades go crazy for it. There's a reason BJ Heaven is so empty all the time."

David's eyes were locked on Val as her braided hair framed her face, peering up at him while she throated his cock.

"You can use her rough again, if you want," Fati smirked. But David was legitimately afraid he'd melt. Disintegrate. Pop like a balloon.

"You won't pop, puppy. Not yet."

He looked at Fatty, then back at Val, and cautiously wrapped his fingers around her head. He stuffed her gullet full of cockmeat and felt his loins pulse as she choked and gurgled.

"Why is she…"

"I brought her here, for you! These aren't the people you remember. None of this is."

"Then… what the fuck are you?" He was surprised he could articulate any thought clearly, but this one was burning in his head.

"Just another cum-lover," her perfect smile gleamed beside him.

"Are you gonna gobble me?" He paused and gawked at her with Val's lips suctioned against his balls. Fati laughed, more flocking blackbirds.

"No puppy – not like the shades, anyway. I want to keep you. But there's a catch."

Of course there was. There's always a fucking catch. Can't a guy just die and go to heaven and fuck pretty faces for eternity?

David's lips didn't move, but his face asked the question. What catch?

"I do want to feed on you. Your lust. Forever. But we can't stay here, or anywhere, for too long."

Val sucked in a whining inhale as David let her up, and she started climbing onto him atop the bed. She pulled her bikini aside and pressed the head of his swollen prick to her dribbling pussy, then sank down onto him.

"Oohhhffff… god…" His eyes widened as an unholy warmth flooded through his entire body.

"There's pleasure out there, puppy. Alllll kinds. I can show you, but I can't make you go."

Val pressed her palms onto David's chest, firmly lifting and dropping her wobbling ass meat onto his groin, filling her guts with his cock.

"And you'd have to obey me, or you might get lost forever."

His ear pricked at that last part. "L… Lost?"

Fati nodded. "When the dead get used up, that's it. No more waiting room. No more universe. Nothing."

The word echoed around in David's head while Val rode him with greater and greater enthusiasm. Her thighs slapped against his hips while he bludgeoned the stiff, fleshy wall of her cervix.

"Wh… why me?" He grabbed Val's hips and **** her harder and harder onto his growing shaft. He wanted to tunnel into her guts, make cum shoot out from her lips. He'd never been very good at anatomy.

"You're the first one who listened. I come here every so often, looking for a good pet. But dead perverts are mostly mongrels. You could be more, if you wanted." Fati was watching dreamily as David stuffed Val's guts and his balls swelled beneath her.

David's head was swirling with confusion and pleasure and frustration and want. He bucked into Val's cunt, and reached up to stuff his fingers into her mouth. She accepted them greedily and let him gag her, drooling down his arm.

"You can do whatever you want, to whoever you want – as long as I can have your cum," Fati whispered into his ear. His cock fattened, his balls gurgled. He rolled over on the bed, pinning Val's head to the covers with his fingers in her throat, slamming his hips against her ass cheeks.

What the hell did he have to lose? He was dead, heaven was a lie, and he could either be eaten by horror-shadows or by the sexiest creature he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Fuck – yes. I'll cum on you forever, why the fuck not," he grinned like a demon, forcing Val to puke on his fingers.

He looked over to where Fatty was sitting, but she was gone. When he looked back down she was underneath him, perfect brown tits flopping on her naked body while he fucked her. She sucked on the slimy fingers that had been buried in Val's throat, and he felt her whisper in his ear.

"Say it. Say that you're mine. For good."

He shivered; his huge balls tightened up as they slapped against Fati's firm, gorgeous ass.

"I'm... fuck – I'm yours!"

The blast of cum was like a gunshot, rocketing into Fati's guts and bulging her tight little tummy. David's balls glugged and spewed another volley of gloopy, steaming jizz into her overstretched cunt.

She grabbed his head and pulled him down to work her tongue into his throat, and he felt the world going dark around him. He let it happen, all sensation fading from existence until he was nothing but a giant, spasming cock spurting fat wads of soul-cum.

The warmth tingling through him melted out into the darkness. A sound like cracking glass filled what used to be his ears, and it was like he was being squeezed all over by Fati's… not arms or legs, but presence?

Nothing made sense, and everything did. And then he was drifting, formless. He felt perfectly, absolutely good in a way he'd never actually be able to describe.

When reality returned to him, or vice versa, he was naked again. Skinny and beer-bellied and bald. He struggled to sit himself up, and squinted through bleary eyes at a place that was wholly unfamiliar.