Outside

Just as he was about to come, Alan felt a chill slice down his spine. It was a sudden, instinctive chill born from the basic drive to preserve oneself overruling his all-consuming desire to breed. Although he was so lost in the frantic pleasure of the pale harlot's anal passage that he could barely remember his own name, some part of Alan's lizard brain knew that he was in mortal peril!

His heart was pounding in his chest like a hydraulic jackhammer. He could feel his burning load bubbling up his cock, aching for release as the strage, pale, icy-cold woman gripped his shaft between her plump cheeks. He grabbed the base of his twitching rod, squeezing it painfully in an attempt to prevent himself from cumming. His body seemed sluggish, white mist filling his head, sapping the very strength that had fuelled his barbaric indulgence in the soft, clenching fuckhole before him. His fingers had turned to ice, they felt as though they might break. Moaning with agonizing pleasure, he used his weight to pull back, ripping himself out of the delicious, cock-hugging ass-womb with a wet sucking noise just as the first heavy dollop of his load surged out, splashing a thick line of white on white across the woman's back, all the way up to her shoulder-blades. He gasped as another thick streak of cum blasted out of him, roping across the woman's plump, white thighs. He groaned and came, gasping as he spent his energy, until he felt empty and exhausted.

A howl of anguish filled the steamy room. The strange woman turned to face him, her red mouth twisted in an expression of rage. The dark veil covering her eyes seemed less like a thin strip of gauze and more like a black void in the middle of her face. Her pallor, once alluring and milky-white now appeared waxy and corpse-like. Her hands reached out and grabbed his shoulders. Her hands were like two claws digging into his flesh and her grip was painfully strong. She screamed in his face as she pushed him down, forcing his head underwater. He flailed and struggled, but he had no strength. His lungs burned. From a distance, he heard a sond like the ringing of a great church bell reverberate through the water. It filled his body, shaking his bones and filling his mind with unknown feelings of strength and longing. Suddenly the woman's hellish grip loosened and Alan was able to raise his head out of the water, gasping for air...