A devil broke him out of heaven.

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There were too many suns in the sky. David tried to shade his eyes against them as the sand burned his ass and the saltwater lapped his feet. There weren't any clouds, no blue expanse overhead – just a violet-tinted void full of distant planets with stars twinkling between.

He was dumbfounded.

Utterly stupefied.

Everything around him looked like something out of Robinson Crusoe – though David had never even heard the name, let alone read the book. Vast, sandy beaches, thick groves of towering palms, coconuts littered and cracked by creatures with hard shells and claws.

His head felt flooded as he stood with a grunt and teetered down the shoreline. For a moment, he thought maybe he was already lost, like Fatty had warned. But then, wouldn't he be nothing? And nowhere?

He stopped and pounded the heel of his palm against his head a few times, trying to make his eyes stop whirling – until he heard a smothering melody drift toward him on the wind. It tugged at his cock, which stirred between his bare, sun-warmed legs, and he trudged toward its source.

The beach gave way to a shallow alcove a little way down from where he'd awoken. And at the edge of it, untangling her hair on a jutting rock, was a pale creature with perky breasts and a shimmering, scale-bound tail.

Her melodic singing stopped as she froze him with her ice-blue eyes, and her slender hands paused amidst her sun-bleached hair.

"Mas-ken vos…?" She uttered, looking him over.

"The fuck?" David's manners were on point as usual. The only mermaids he'd seen were in Disney cartoons, and they never had their tits out unless there were little shells on them.

"You're a man-spirit. From where?" Her speaking voice didn't have the same hypnotic quality as her singing voice. But it was soft and enjoyable, regardless.

"Fuck if I know! Where the hell is – this??" He swirled his hands around at the pristine beach, the missing sky, the yawning void overhead.

"We are between. You are not with the others?" Her icy gaze wandered his unimpressive body, lingering on the twitching half-chub between his thighs.

"What -others- who… between where??"

"Hm. Come," she slipped into the water and submerged herself for a moment, before rising on a pair of slender legs and striding out from the crystalline pool. David cursed silently, and was about to refuse to follow without more answers – but she sang as she walked, and his cock pulled him along behind her.

The sparse palms gave way to hardier trees, and the all-encompassing rush of waves transformed into a keening chorus of crickets. The mystified soul-pervert glanced from the mermaid's taut ass, to the forest, to the ass, to the planets overhead. And they soon reached some sort of hideaway camp, nestled into a comfortable clearing.

Sounds of conversation and laughter and slapping flesh reached him over a crackling fire, as a gathering of shapes came into view. Some were like him – meaty and soft. Others had horns, or wings, or were made entirely of some translucent jelly material.

His brain was too broken to react. There was no processing any of this, so it just washed over him as his mouth sagged open, catching flies.

"Eum mas-ken nao sem-wanaa," the leg-mermaid said to a one-eyed creature twice David's size, with reddish, clay-colored skin and arms as thick as a grizzly's. He was gripping the waist of a tanned woman with pointed ears, plunging her guts with wet, slapping thrusts of his huge shaft.

He paused with a grin and listened to the report, looking David over with a single, bright yellow iris. The other, it seemed, had been lost or taken somewhere, covered by a strip of hide that wrapped around his dark, knotted hair.

"Is that so," the clay-man growled, rutting again into the tanned woman. She yelped with laughter before her mouth was stuffed with an oddly-shaped appendage by another creature. Her tits swung and clapped below her, and she was streaked with fluids from a variety of sex organs.

"Do… do you know Fatty? She dropped me here, I think." David tried and failed to sound confident. Like a high school kid wandering into a college party. He stood up tall, but only a couple of the things around him wouldn't crush him if they sat on his chest.

"Can't say that I do," clay-man rumbled, still grinning; and mercifully speaking clear, casual English. "But you wouldn't be the first to get dropped here."

His yellow eye glanced around at the others lounging near the fire. A woman with bird wings and talons instead of arms and feet. A man-shaped thing seemingly made of charcoal, mist rising from his many dark crevices. A shapely, gelatinous creature with a glowing orb at its core. And a few others, besides the leg-mermaid and the tanned elf-woman.

"I was, uh – I was in heaven. Like, blowjob heaven? Fatty said we had to go, 'cuz shades or something."

Clay-man laughed. "Ahh yeah, those fucking things. Heard they're worse in heavens, but we've got some around here. Fire usually keeps 'em away."

David glanced at the miniature bonfire, noticing for the first time its pinkish hue. Even with the suns burning overhead, the firelight felt warm and comforting.

"So, where the hell are we? Who the fuck are you guys?" He looked them over, doing the only math he knew how. It looked like he could fuck the elf-woman, the leg-mermaid, the bird, and maybe the slime thing? That's what Fatty wanted, right? For him to fuck people and cum?

"Well, like Lealen said – we're between. Even a universe has little nooks for shit to fall into, out of reach. Nothing but scraps and nomads, down here." Clay-man resumed plunging the elf's guts, which she was clearly thrilled about. She reached back with beckoning hands to grab at his waist, while the squirming cock in her throat spilled watery slime down her chin.

"Are we… lost?" The word made David a little uncomfortable.

"Depends on your definition. The big guys can't find us here, so we're pretty much lost to them, yeah." Clay-man twirled some elf hair in his fist and jerked her head back for leverage.

"Better that way," the creature probing her tonsils murmured. David decided that he looked like one of those goat-men, except one that lived underwater somehow. His soft, gleaming fingers curled around the elf's neck and squeezed while he slow-humped her face.

All the debauchery on display was sending ripples through David's prick, and the others took notice. As it lifted from his thighs and started growing toward the miniature gangbang, a cooing voice carried across the fire.

"Want ye hilt or hole, mas-ken?" The jelly creature's orb was flashing patiently, and it took David a second to realize that term meant him.

"Uh… h-hole?" He looked at the others but they gave no indication. When he looked back at the jelly it began shifting – its bluish, translucent mass writhing and shaping itself into something familiar.

When it was finished, it more or less resembled the most absurdly curvaceous human woman imaginable – with heavy, swaying tits, a slim waist, and bulbous, wriggling asscheeks. It had even sprouted a head and "face" similar to the elf woman's. It had no hair to speak of, but that might have freaked David out, anyway.

"I hate when they take Kana's face," Lealen frowned, crossing her pale legs as she reclined on a fallen log. The elf pulled the wet, snaking cock from her throat while clay-man continued to pound her cunt.

"I am not that curvy, they're showing off for the man-spirit!"

The jelly padded around the fire and stood before David, slightly taller than him. "Ye like?"

"Uh, yeah. Heh…" He swallowed and lifted a hand to one of the jelly's enormous tits. It was warmer than he expected, and reacted like it felt good while he cupped and smacked at it.

"I am Fol-lhee," the jelly cooed, seemingly through its pleased facial features. "You may ravage me."

David's heart was thumping in his ears. He glanced around the camp, but no one was paying particular attention to him. The castaways seemed content to lounge and fuck and welcome whoever stumbled in from the craziness outside.

The bird and the charcoal man set off into the forest while Fol-lhee wrapped a warm, gooey hand around David's 9-inch shaft. Their body acted as its own lubricant, squelching and streaming as it rolled along his skin.

"Fucking hell…" he shivered, before the jelly leaned down and rolled a minty-tasting tongue into his mouth. He made out sloppily with the creature for a moment, cock bulging in its wet fist, before pulling back and staring at its elf-like face.

"I wanna fuck your throat," he said with a grin. Fol-lhee let out a chuckling coo, blubbery tits and ass wobbling as it slid down to his cock.