"Wait, whoa." Jim tried to rally a quantum of dignity. "How voluntary can it be if you're threatening to rip me apart, Mara or Sarah or whatever you are? Why do you need my soul?"
"We need it to give birth to a human agent who will mature to become a high priest."
Jim grimaced, expecting the worst. "You may as well rip me up, because no sex is worth death. I mean, come on, I usually use a condom."
"Obviously I need to better explain my terms. If you give me your soul, you will get to fuck forever."
"Impossible. Without a soul, I'll be dead."
"No, you'll be undead. Without a soul, you will become a zombie animated purely by the power of lust. Oh, Jimmy, as an immortal sex zombie, you'll be able to get pussy like Dracula gets blood! Say you'll give me your soul, Jimmy, give me your soul ... "
Jim watched in fascination as his cock appeared to grow subtly bigger while Mara made incredibly exhilarating love to it with her face, hands, breasts, and deep moans.
Wed Mar 17 05:54:06 2004