Try getting the bitch out.

(Featured image: Art by Sabu)

David wanted to be done with the whole ordeal and get the hell out of there, so he stretched his skinny arm over the desk and grabbed the red lever. With a mechanical click he yanked it to the side – but rather than a sudden release of Jaina's head, he felt a different sensation.

His swollen prick was jammed down her neck while he leaned over the device, and when he yanked the lever, the slow, rhythmic back-and-forth motion became a crazed, rapid one. Jaina's head frantically mashed against his flabby belly, and her chin squelched into his oversized nutsack like a meaty, slobbering woodpecker.

"GAGHALGHAGKHAGLAGHAKHAGH," she horked deep, ugly noises into his groin as he scrambled to fix the mistake. He couldn't deny the sensation was awesome, but he wasn't trying to draw any more unnecessary attention. Jaina's thick webs of coughed-up drool slid down David's thighs as he slapped around behind the machine for another lever or switch.

It was hard to concentrate with a sexy nun deepthroating a full foot of his stiffened cockmeat, but he tried his best. "Fuckme… ahhh, dammit!"

He groped and pawed at cables and plugs, thinking he might just yank them out and see if that turned the thing off. But a snorting heave of goopy warmth around his shaft made him shiver and seize up. "Nhah-fuckin… nngghh…"

As Jaina's face sped along his shaft, pubes assaulting her eyes with each sloppy collision, David crested into another euphoric orgasm, and started spunking heavily down her throat.

"Gghhaahh, sorry! Fuck!" He didn't know why he was apologizing. He didn't mean to stuff her full of cum but it's not like he regretted it. His huge nuts pulsed against her slimy chest, while her neck still continued to rocket back and forth, slinging drooled jizz all over the floor.

Just as his orgasm started to subside, he grasped a bunch of cables and tugged them as hard as he could. A snappy, sparking sound sizzled behind the device, and the head-piston gradually ground to a halt. Breathlessly, David backed himself away, dragging his dick from Jaina's throat, and crouching in front of her.

Her puffy eyes were streaming and she was panting like a scared gazelle, drooling his load over her ring gag in pearly sheets onto her tits. That was when he noticed the smaller, black lever just behind her hair.

"Ah, dammit–" he cursed as he reached forward and pulled it. The straps around the nun's head clicked free, and she practically slumped forward into his arms.

"Than–kaff… thank you…" she oozed onto his lap, barely supporting herself.

"Don't thank me, we still gotta get outta here alive," he grumbled, remembering the **** precariousness of their situation. He glanced around and then seized the girl's arm, dragging her between some nearby shelves.

They slumped together on the floor between a couple of armchairs, just out of sight of the main walkways.

"Your friend's outside -- any idea how the fuck to get outta here without the guards zapping us?" He scowled at the naked, used-up fleshlight.

She shook her head, trying to quiet her coughing as she cleared more cum from her airway. "Why… are you helping us?" She looked up at him with light, watery eyes.

"I'm just trying to find the chick who promised me great sex and that I wouldn't fucking get eaten by shadow things. Fatty? You heard of her? Seemed like she might be somewhere around here."

"Fat… Fati? Like, Fatima?" The girl pushed herself up a little straighter, leaning against one of the armchairs.

David blinked dumbly at her, awash in disbelief. "You… know her?? Where is she!!"

"I don't know her but – the priest back home, he's been capturing succubi, to help him ascend… The recent capture list, there was one named Fatima… Maybe it's the same girl?"

Was it possible? Were there a lot of 'Fatimas' in Blowjob Universe? Would someone have been able to capture her?

Did Jaina say succubi?

Before David's mushy, small brain could ask a follow-up, the grubby asshole who'd been hogging Jaina's station trudged by the armchairs and stopped mid-stride.

"You… GUARDS!" He shouted, and David's heart pounded in his chest. Without even thinking, he slammed a foot into the guy's crotch, sending him doubling over onto the floor, wheezing and groaning like a sick dog. Then he grabbed Jaina's arm, and dragged her like a disobedient child toward the front of the library.

They plowed through a bunch of half-naked tour groups, and knocked over a stack of empty fuck-boxes near the entryway, before they were spotted by the guards with the electro-guns.

"Go, go!" David hollered, as if he wasn't dragging the sloppy nun along right behind him. There was no plan, his feet just slapped against the cold tiles while his cock flapped back and forth over his thighs. They followed the balcony around a corner to a row of doors, spotting a large, open one at the far end.

The dead perv grabbed a bunch of handles on the way down, hoping one might be a stairwell or something, but all were locked. And when he turned halfway down the hall, he saw two beefy bodies bounding toward him with rifles pointed straight.

"Come on!" He shrieked, more as a cry of frustration than a command for Jaina, and scampered toward the open door.

"Stop! Do NOT go in there!" One of the guards yelled, then squeezed the trigger on his rifle.

A pronged, metal barb whizzed past David's shoulder and jabbed into the wall beside the large door. It crackled with electricity and he thought he might piss himself just listening to it. He threw Jaina through the door and spun around to slam it shut. There was a button on the wall beside the handle that read "Emergency Lock" – and he smashed it with the heel of his palm.

Muffled thunking sounds indicated that some security mechanism had been engaged inside the wall, and the beefy guards battered their hands and gun-butts against the door, ordering David to open up. He backed away from it, praying they didn't have some kind of key card to unlock it, then stumbled into Jaina.

"What now??" He grabbed her shoulders after whirling around. They were in some stately office, with elegant chairs and paintings, and a large wooden desk near the center. A name placard at the edge of the desk read "Mayor Crone".

"We… we're stuck," Jaina mewled. She was shivering, dripping with their mess, and her eyes were growing wetter by the moment.

"No, no no no no…" David flitted around the room, looking for a trap door or secret bookcase passageway – any of the old spy movie shit that might exist in a fantastical place like that one. But there was nothing. The guards continued to crash against the door, and the wood was starting to chip.

"What about… what about the ritual thing? Can we use it to get outside??" David turned back to the weeping nun.

"It only takes you to different worlds," she peeped, staring at the jostling, creaking wooden barrier.

"Fuck! Ahh… then, let's fucking go to a different world – let's go, uhhh, between!" He thought maybe they could get back to the little hideaway, where he'd first woken up after Blowjob Heaven.

"Between?"

"Yeah like, the cracks… what did he call it… crevices?"

"You have to have a name, otherwise we'll get lost somewhere," Jaina sniffled.

"Fuuuuck, come on!" David fumed, grabbing at his head. "Then… let's go to your world! Let's go get Fatty!"

Maybe she could fix all of it. Maybe they could find her and then everything would be okay again. Or as okay as was possible, at that point.

"O… okay," the nun said, looking around. None of the chairs seemed big enough to lay on, so she hurried over to the large desk and swiped a bunch of folders out of the way. She laid back on the surface and presented her cute, hairless slit to him to start the ritual.

David rushed over, stroking his meat, and prayed they'd be able to cum at the same time. The stress was making it difficult to get a full hard-on, so he started cramming his half-inflated shaft into her hole as best he could. Instinctively, she grabbed her tits and started toying with her slimy nipples, trying to work herself up as well.

The door cracked loudly behind them, as one of the hinges snapped and dangled from a corner, causing David to jump and glance over his shoulder. He bucked his hips, nuts slapping against Jaina's winking asshole while he tried stuffing her guts. She let out little crooning moans, rolling her hips to get more of him inside.

"What's the name of your world?? I'll shout it when it's time," David watched her flick and pinch her perky nipples.

"Salvina," she breathed, feeling tingles along her inner thighs. David repeated the name a few times in his head, so he wouldn't fuck it up. Kana and Viola would just have to wait, maybe they'd go back to the between and he could find them after he found Fatty.

He humped and cursed, feeling his pulse like a hammer against the sides of his head. Another door hinge cracked and screws tumbled onto the floor below. His cock was hard, and digging deep into Jaina's hot snatch, beating against her womb.

"Ahff… fuck yes…" he hissed. The nun's tit-meat rolled in her hands, and he drank in the details of her ruined, cummy face. He felt his nuts getting tight. They were almost there.

Another hinge clattered across the floor and he could hear deep voices shouting on the other side for him to surrender peacefully. He tried to block it out and focus on busting a fat nut into a warm, tight pussy.

"I'm c– I'm cumming," Jaina whimpered, body quivering as David pounded it.

"Wait… I'm… almost…" he picked up the pace, hips slapping loudly against her asscheeks, but she was getting ahead of him. He felt her pussy gripping him hard, starting to slip into a full-blown orgasm. Kana said it wouldn't work unless they came at the same time.

He tried to think of everything that usually made him cum. Big, flapping tits. Teary, gagging faces. Huge, sloppy loads smothering cute, little whores.

An impossibly perfect brown girl bouncing naked underneath him.

For a moment he pretended it was Fatty he was plowing on the mayor's desk, rather than Jaina, and he felt his balls tighten against his taint. This was it, he just needed to say the name. Both he and the nun were about to explode with ecstasy.

"I wanna go to Sal-AAAGGHHH!" His ritual directions were cut short by a pronged, metallic barb sinking into his shoulder, sending hot lightning through all his limbs at once. The sudden tension **** a huge glug of cum from his nuts into Jaina's oozy, grasping snatch, and she threw her head back in a blinding flash of pleasure.

"Salvinaaaaaaaa!" She came hard on David's cock, and a formless shroud of darkness exploded around them, sucking them between worlds as the guards fired another stun bolt into the mayor's desk.