Friday, May 27, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Bubblegum Blobgirl

Name:  Bubblegum Blobgirl
Type:  Slime Girl
Habitat:  Underground caves.  Ruins.

An amorphous pink blob with the ability to take on a facsimile of human form.  As with the other H-space slime or blob girls, the form most often taken is that of a naked and alluring human woman.  This is not a disguise as such—the blobgirl is unable to accurately replicate features such as eyes and hair, so they resemble more a clay sculpture of a human being and are unlikely to be mistaken for the real thing unless in exceptionally poor lighting.  The real purpose is to distract and sometimes even arouse potential prey.  For this reason the blob girl usually takes a form that looks like an exaggerated sex-fantasy ideal of the feminine figure, with very large breasts being a common feature.

Unlike some of the other slime girls that have been observed in H-space, such as specimen HA-001 and the pink cushionblobs, the bubblegum blobgirl is completely opaque.  In colour and texture they resemble pieces of bubblegum, hence the name.

Given their viscosity, stickiness and ability to partially adopt human form, I wonder if it would be better to classify bubblegum blobgirls as a primitive type of mimic and an offshoot from the main branch of slime girls.

Bubblegum blobgirls vary in size from small ones about the same size as fully-grown human to much larger ones about the same size as a truck.  The larger ones are capable of manifesting multiple humanoid appendages to 'play' with any men they manage to capture.

There are also rumours of much vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns.  So far this hasn't been confirmed, but would be rather worrisome if true.

Attack Strategy:
Bubblegum blobgirls are extremely sticky.  Any person coming into contact with the surface of a blobgirl will become stuck and unable to pull away while the blobgirl slowly enfolds them with her amorphous body.

Bubblegum blobgirls do not consume their prey like an earth amoeba or even the blob monsters of tacky horror films.  The fluids they secrete around trapped prey are not digestive acids but a complex blend of hormones that are absorbed through the skin.  These substances subtly hijack parts of the subject's biochemical processes as well as massively over-stimulating the libido.  The blobgirl uses her soft sticky body to excite the sex organs of her victim and induce in them an unnatural state of hyper-arousal where they ejaculate continuously without being able to stop.  This continues until her prey is drained of all fluids.

This feeding pattern has been observed so many times and in so many different HSIOs it would be a mistake to continue to think of it as unusual at this point.

In the open bubblegum blobgirls are very slow and easily avoided.  They are much more dangerous in confined areas with low lighting where they can creep up on men undetected or even lure them by assuming the form of a 'perfect sex fantasy'.

Conventional weaponry is once again extremely ineffective.  Bullets don't penetrate far through the blobgirl's sticky mass and it is uncertain if there are even vital organs that can be targeted.  Bladed weapons get stuck in the blobgirl's sticky body and expose the wielder to a greater risk of coming into skin contact with the blobgirl and getting trapped.

Fortunately, the blobgirls don't appear to like extremes of cold and heat, and some of our soldiers have found flamethrowers to be particularly effective in driving them off.

Threat Level:

At least the ones that have been observed.  If the rumours of considerably vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns are true... well let's just hope they stay there...

Thursday, May 26, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Bubblegum Blobgirl

Initially PFC Stewart Peter Bate thought he'd stepped in some gum.  It was tacky like gum and stuck to the sole of his boot like gum.  Where it differed from gum was in both its stickiness and strength.  The gum stretched as Bate lifted his boot, but reached a point where it refused to snap or relinquish its hold on either the floor or his boot.

The fuck? Bate thought as he was brought to a sudden, unexpected halt.

His annoyance gave way to horror as he put his foot back down and a pink mass swelled up through the grate he was standing on and engulfed the bottom of his boot.  The mass looked like a giant blob of shiny pink bubblegum.  Bate tried to pull his foot free and the pink blob gripped it like thick mud.

Fuck it.  Bate had no idea what this pink shit was, but if it wanted his boot it could have it.  He bent down and frantically plucked at his laces.  The pink blob surged and lapped up around the outside of his boot.  Fearing the substance might be caustic, Bate pulled his fingers back before the blob could touch them.  As he did he noticed more of the thick pink substance oozing up all around him.

Fuck this.  No fucking way was he letting some alien blob eat him.

He unsheathed his knife from the ankle holster on his other leg and started slashing at the base of the pink blob wrapped around the bottom of his trapped boot.  The substance was as thick and sticky as tar.  Bate's knife snagged and then the pink matter started oozing up the blade.  Bate was forced to let go as the blob swelled up to engulf the hilt and threatened to take his fingers as well.

Briefly, Bate wondered if he'd been better off trying to saw through his own ankle, even though he knew it wouldn't have mattered.  Assuming he'd been able to remain conscious throughout the grisly act, he doubted the pink blob would have given him the time.  It had already lapped over the top of his boot and taken a firm hold of the bottom of his leg.

With pink goo oozing up all around him, Bate planted his other foot and the veins stood out in his neck as he put in a last desperate effort to pull his trapped foot free.  He felt the blob give slightly and was able to pull his foot up a few centimeters before more pink matter swelled up and took a firmer grip.  Worse, more pink goo was curling around the sole of his other boot.  So much had oozed up through the grate Bate was standing in a big puddle of the stuff.

The pink blob crept inexorably up his leg.  Around him the puddle of pink matter shifted and swelled up into three human-sized columns.  They reared up around him as if they were preparing to engulf him in one crashing wave.

Bate yelled for his squadmates.  The blob was past his knee on one leg and up to the calves of the other.  He wasn't getting out of this on his own.

The column of bubblegum-pink matter in front of him shifted and blurred and resolved into the form of an attractive and naked buxom young woman.  Her curves were so exaggerated she resembled more a living 3D sculpture of a porn cartoon than a living breathing human.  She remained the same bubblegum-pink color all over, even her eyes and hair.  She brought a finger to her sensual, over-plump lips and gestured Bate to shush.

The other two columns underwent a similar transformation.

Bate had drawn his sidearm with the intention of putting a bullet first through the blob and then, if that had no discernible effect, one through his own temple.  The blob taking on the form of a three-dimensional anime girl with comically exaggerated big titties surprised him long enough for the blob girl on his right to wrap a sticky hand around his wrist and pluck his gun off him.

Still with her fingers on her bee-stung, extremely kissable lips, the pink girl, along with her two companions, flowed up to Bate as if giving him a sensual group hug.  They merged together roughly where the hips would be on a human.  Bate was sunk in the same pink goo almost up to his waist.

Smiling, the three pink blob girls pressed in close and started to strip him first of his equipment and then of his clothes.  They did it like handmaidens preparing a guest for a forbidden ceremony.  As enthralling as the trio appeared, they were alien, weird, and Bate still had an excess of flight-or-fight adrenaline sloshing around in his system.  He didn't want their sticky gunk touching his skin and resisted their attentions with flailing arms.

The lead pink girl shook her head and looked at him with wide doe's eyes.  Her friend caught one of his flailing hands and pressed it up against one of her boobs.  The unexpectedness of it shocked Bate out of his panic.  He glanced over, saw his hand resting on the shiny curve of the girl's big boob.  Apart from its tackiness, it felt like a big soft boob as well.  Touching it brought back happy memories of feeling up the big-titted cheerleaders with loose morals back in high school.  The pink girl smiled at him, as if she wanted his hand there.

Bate glanced back to the first pink girl.  Her plump lips were bunched up in a suggestive pout.

If they weren't interested in eating him, did that mean they wanted to...?

The pink girl seemed to know what he was thinking as she smiled and nodded.  Her sticky hand reached between his legs and gave his junk a gentle squeeze through his pants.  He became aware of a strong musky wet odor in the air, as if a woman had gotten so aroused the wetness had soaked into her panties.

This was unexpected, and a considerable improvement considering Bate had been terrified he was about to have the flesh dissolved from his bones mere moments ago.  He didn't struggle as they removed the last of his equipment and tore his uniform away as if it was made of paper.  His hand remained glued to the pink girl's big boob the whole time.

Bate wouldn't have thought he'd be up for fucking a trio of freaky pink alien blob girls.  And yet up he was.  His cock throbbed in his pants in a rock-hard erection.  He didn't know what it was—their eye-popping curves, the warmth of the slime around his legs, the musky sex smell thick in the air—but right now Bate felt really really horny.  The pink girls pulled down his pants and his penis stuck out—erect and ready.

For what...?

Bate didn't really care.  He gave the blob girl's boob an experimental squeeze and his hand sank into it as if it was warmed up Play-Doh.  The soft pink substance of her body oozed up between his fingers and enveloped first his hand, then his wrist and then his whole arm as she pressed up against him.  Her warm softness all around his arm felt really pleasant.

As good as it felt, it felt even better when the first pink girl did the same to his cock.  He'd seen the clefts of their sex on all three of them, but they looked more like crude plastic sculptures of vaginas, no more functional than the blank spaces between the legs of Barbie Dolls.  It turned out they didn't need an opening.  The pink girl pressed her hips down on Bate and his hard cock sank into her soft body in the same way his hand had sunk into the breast of the other girl.  Bate heard lewd wet squelching sounds as the pink girl went to work on him.  He didn't know what she was doing down there, but it felt like many wet hands tugging, squeezing and pumping him up to indescribable heights of pleasure.

The three blob girls pressed in close to Bate.  Their bodies, which were all part of the same mass, fused together as they embraced him.  Within the blob the last of Bate's uniform was peeled back, bringing more of his naked flesh into contact with warm, sticky pink matter.  The blob girls' big round boobs pressed against and melted around Bate's body as they deposited sticky wet kisses over his face and neck.  The wet sex smell grew stronger and overcame Bate's inhibitions.  He started to push his hips against the lead blob girl even though the sticky mass of the blob surrounding him prevented him from generating much traction.

He didn't need to.  The lead blob girl bunched her full lips in a gorgeous pout and flowed up Bate's body.  She settled in his lap and Bate's erection pushed up into a soft wet mass that sent tingling streamers of pleasure spiraling down his shaft.  He heard wet splodgy sounds and it felt like hundreds of tiny lips were sucking on his cock.  He grunted as the sensation took him over the edge and he pumped the contents of his balls into the sticky blob.

The blob girl sucked it up like a sponge and smiled.  Wet liquids oozed from the nipples and lips of her two companions as they continued to plant sticky kisses on Bate.  He felt warm and relaxed as if he was lounging in a hot sauna.  Maybe too hot, he was sweating all over.

She shifted against him.  He heard more filthy splodgy sounds as the sticky blob girl sucked on him.  Whatever she'd enveloped his cock in kept it hard and then... ooh... his head fell back and a surprised grunt spilled from his lips as she squidged and squeezed him to another, even bigger, climax.

The blob girl tilted Bate back until he was sitting comfortably within her amorphous mass.  The extra two heads and torsos, no longer needed, were absorbed back into the main mass.  She lay on top of Bate and her body swelled as she engulfed him up to the neck.  Within her mass she secreted potent aphrodisiac juices and massaged them into Bate's flesh.  Softer squishy matter engulfed Bate's hard-on and flowed down the shaft to wrap around his balls.  She used her amorphous matter to gently fondle his testicles and squeeze his cock.  The wet suction started up again and Bate twitched helplessly as he emptied another ejaculation into her.

Sweat poured from Bate's brow.

"Too much.  Need to slow down... take a rest," he muttered absently.

The blob girl ignored him and splodged and squished him to another massive ejaculation.  It was the fourth and nowhere near the last.  His body saturated with her aphrodisiac enzymes, Bate's vital processes were hijacked into producing copious amounts of semen the blob girl drained from him with repeated orgasms.  Unlike the blob creatures of horror movies, she didn't dissolve him in digestive acids, although this was of little consolation to Bate.  By the time she'd finished emptying him, there was little left but dried skin and bone.

"Stewart, where did this happen...?"

Monday, May 23, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Paffo-Paffo Succubus

Name:  Paffo-Paffo Succubus
Type:  Succubus
Habitat:  Encounters have mainly occurred in rocky, desolate regions, but there is no reason to assume they are restricted to these territories.

Another succubus and another resemblance to the devil girls of myth.  This one even has red skin!

The more I document the HSIOs of H-space, the more I wonder if these succubi don't just resemble the devil girls of myth, but are, in fact, the devil girls of myth.  This theory is understandably not popular amongst my colleagues, some of whom still possess religious sensibilities.

Original classifications of succubi proved to be too generic and not recognise the clear subtypes that exist.  Thanks to information provided by our new source we have been able to correct these earlier errors.

Paffo-paffo succubi are a specialised form of the "tail-suck" category of succubi, so named through their preference of draining their prey's energy through a special orifice near the end of the tail.  The paffo-paffo succubus's tail features an additional, long and extremely slender section that extends past the bulbous "tail-suck" organ and is jointed like a long bony finger.  They also possess an extremely large pair of breasts (even by succubus standards, which tend to have figures that correspond to exaggerated sexual fantasies of the human female form).

Attack Strategy:
Paffo-paffo succubi prefer to feed through their tail orifice.  They suck their victim's penis up into this sheath and stimulate them with muscular contractions.  The slender tail extension curls around and is used to enter the prey's anus in order to massage their prostate through the rectal wall.  Once the paffo-paffo succubus has her tail locked in place she will subject her prey to massive sexual over-stimulation until drained of all their energy.

Her tail is so custom-tailored to human anatomy I find it impossible to believe this is an accident.  Humans must have entered H-space at some point in the past.  Could some form of humanity still be present here?

In order to lock her complicated tail structure in place, the paffo-paffo succubus must first render her prey docile.  Unlike other succubi, paffo-paffo succubi tend to favour physical means over mesmerising their potential prey.  The common strategy is to surprise her target, knock them to the floor and then partially asphyxiate them with her bosom.  The deprivation of oxygen combined with aphrodisiac scent glands located within the inter-mammary cleft serves the dual role of both subduing and arousing her prey.

This attack strategy is very effective, and yet whenever I try to explain the dangers to our men they don't appear to take me seriously...

Succubi are not the super-strong demons or vampires of myth.  Most use hypnotic suggestion in combination with their sexual allure to weaken their opponents and take away their will to fight.  If this can be overcome, the succubi appear to have a similar physical prowess to an average human male in average condition.

Paffo-paffo succubi are slightly stronger, as they rely more on attacking through physical means.  On the other hand, they appear to lack the truly scary mind control abilities observed in more powerful succubi.  This should not mean they are taken lightly.  A single target knocked over and smothered beneath the succubus's breasts will be helpless and unable to prevent the succubus from draining them dry.

On a more positive note, this succubus's abilities are only effective against a single target.  If the target is not alone, they cannot smother and drain them as it would leave them wide open to any other combatants in the vicinity.  For this reason it's very important for squads to stay together in the regions these succubi operate and not fall for any tricks that might isolate and expose individuals.

As with other succubus-class HSIOs, they possess strong regenerative capabilities and are harder to kill than they appear.

Threat Level:

Friday, May 20, 2016


Not playing Doom.  :)

Would like to as it looks and sounds amazing, but I don't have a machine with the oompth to run it.

The reason I've skipped a couple of weeks is the writing brain temporarily threw a cog.  It happens.  Usually I operate on an Advancing Wall of Doom (okay, self-imposed deadlines) approach to keep me focused on getting serials and short stories out.  This normally works aside from those occasions when the Advancing Wall of Doom gets too close, I put too much pressure on myself and the writing part of my brain locks up.

Nothing serious.  Normally I take a week off for a breather and then the writing machine starts running smoothly again.

The next H-space bestiary story is nearly ready.  I was hoping to have it up this week, but it ran over 1.5K words (again!) and isn't quite finished.  It should be up next week and with a bit of luck I'll start hitting my targets again.

Saturday, May 07, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Paffo-Paffo Succubus

The first indication PFC Stewart Peter Bate had that something was off was a strange sweet scent in the air.  The fragrance was too exotic to be natural fruits or flowers.  There was a tang to it reminiscent of perfumes blended to entice and arouse.  And not the nasty stuff cheap hookers used to cover up the odor of their last john either, this reminded Bate of the expensive stuff the fancy ladies wore at lavish ambassadorial receptions.

Those fancy ladies were off limits.  They had bigger fish in their sights than lowly grunts on guard duty.  Fortunately for the grunts, there were women who were far more amenable, namely the bored and rebellious teenage daughters of those big fish with fat wallets.

The game was always the same.  Those bored and rebellious teenage girls would pretend to be sophisticated temptresses and the young soldiers would pretend to be dedicated guardsman above all distraction.  Until their shifts ended, when the eager men would take the equally eager women off somewhere quiet and they'd fuck like bunnies until the morning.

Reminiscing on it triggered a throb of arousal in Bate's loins.  Those were good times.  Not like now, when he was bored out of his mind staring at the same featureless bits of dirt and rock day after day.  You'd think sentry duty on an alien world would be exciting, but no, it was lots of staring at empty rocks and dirt.

Until now.

Bate turned and saw the succubus perched on the guardrail.  Bate was on the top platform of a guard tower hastily erected to give a commanding view of the surrounding terrain.  Up here Bate had thought he was safe from ambush.  But that was old Earth thinking.  On Earth the enemy didn't have wings.

They were called succubi because they looked like the buxom temptresses of myth and videogames.  This one was certainly buxom.  Each of her boobs was easily as big as his head.  They seemed to ignore gravity as well.  Boobs like that were rare outside of mucky Japanese comics.  It was a shame the rest of her was all devil.  Red skin, check.  Black bat wings, check.  Tail, check.  At least her face wasn't gargoyle-ugly.  If you ignored the horns and jet-black eyes, she was drop-dead stunning.  Especially with those tits.  If Bate was in Vegas and saw a stripper with tits like those he'd pay her good money to let him bury his face between those big soft boobs and give her a good motorboating.

Now was not the time to be thinking about motorboating.  Bate realized this as he was a fraction of a second too late in raising his gun.  The succubus had already pounced and was on top of him.  Then Bate was falling backwards with the devil riding him to the ground.

It was not as if he hadn't been warned.  It was drummed into every soldier the moment they stepped into H-space:

"The HSIOs use unorthodox strategy.  They possess features that are regarded as extremely attractive by human standards.  They know this and use it to tempt and put men off guard.  Don't allow yourself to be distracted."

The men listened and nodded their heads at the right points, and then joked about it later.  They might be horny and stupid, but they weren't that horny and stupid.  They knew the difference between the bedroom and the battlefield.

Bate was on the floor with a weight on his chest pinning him down.  He couldn't see.  Two soft objects, like big warm pillows, were pressing down on his face.

Her tits.  She was lying on his chest with her tits shoved in his face.

He couldn't breathe either.  Her boobs were pressed up so tight against his face both his nose and mouth were blocked.

Fuck.  As ignoble ends went, they didn't get much more ignoble than being smothered to death between a slutty demon's monster boobs.  No fucking way was Bate checking out like that.  He squirmed and bucked beneath her and, when that wasn't enough, beat his fists against her sides.

The succubus laughed, slid her arms behind his head and pressed down harder.

Fuck.  This was happening, really happening.  He was suffocating here.  He felt a burning sensation in his lungs and his throat started hitching.

The succubus shifted position, or relented, and enough of a gap opened up for Bate to grab a quick breath of precious oxygen.

He needed it, as the succubus pressed down again and he was once again smothered beneath her big soft boobs.  His attempts to knock her off were weakening.  The first time he might have been able to kid himself it was his struggling that had enabled him to take a breath.  The second time he knew for sure it was the succubus.  She sat up enough for Bate to sneak a breath before flopping her smothering boobs back on him again.

Why?  Was this some sort of game to her?

She acted if it was.  After sitting up to allow Bate another breath, she playfully jiggled her heavy boobs in his face, boffing his head from side to side.  She let out a soft moan that sounded more like a noise found in a porno than in hand-to-hand combat.

She was fucking with him, Bate thought as he tried again to dislodge her from his chest.

Something stroked lightly against his crotch.

Bate hadn't been thinking fucking in that sense, but he still felt a strange throb of arousal.

It was the air.  Each quick, desperate breath Bate had taken was tainted with her scent.  It slithered up into his brain and whispered lewd thoughts.

The succubus stroked against him again and this time there could be no doubt over whether it was intentional.

"Mmm, a little asphyxiation works wonders for getting men's pricks to rise to attention," the succubus said.  Her voice was low, husky and dripping with sultry desire.

Less fucking with him and more actual fucking him, Bate thought.  With his nose currently buried in her monster tits, Bate realized he wouldn't mind fucking her either.  It wasn't the outcome he'd anticipated when she'd appeared next to him on the observation platform, but she was hot—both literally and figuratively—and a spot of surprise sex had a lot of appeal after days and days of staring at rocks and dirt.

The succubus sat up in order to reach behind her to Bate's crotch.  Her nails were sharp enough to slice through the fabric of his pants and underpants.  No longer restricted by his uniform, Bate's erection sprang free.

He was also able to gulp down breaths of air untainted by her scent.  The haze in his mind partially cleared.  He knew the jokes about the succubi.  He also remembered the official warnings and—more importantly—the firsthand accounts that backed them up.  Bad things happened to men that succumbed to temptation and fucked a succubus.

Just like the myths and horror films.

"Bradley!  Get up her now!  We're under attack!" Bate yelled.

He wasn't here alone.  Sentry duty at the guard tower was a two-man task.  Bradley should have been on the platform with him, but the stupid fucker had picked the worst fucking time to wander off to take a leak.  Bate needed the big dumb shit back here right now, before the succubus did...

...whatever she was going to do to him.

Bate only made it halfway through a second yell before the succubus choked him off with her tits.

"There's no point calling for your friend," the succubus said.  "Rhoxghar is dealing with him right now.  He's more used to taking his pleasures from women, but a man will suffice if no females are available."

Bate heard a strange high-pitched cry that sounded so wrong it made him relieved, despite his current predicament, he was the one up here and not down there.

"Now where were we," the succubus said.

She lifted her tits back up in order for Bate to snatch another precious breath.  The taint was stronger.  It smothered Bate's thoughts and sapped his will to resist.  At the same time it sent the blood flowing down to his groin until his erection was rock-hard and throbbing.  He felt so horny he would have thrust right up into her wet pussy, consequences be damned, if he could reach it.

Fortunately for him, the succubus's pussy was resting on top of his belly and would continue to remain there while she squashed her substantial boobs against his face.  She couldn't smother him and do whatever horrible things succubi did to men who were foolish enough to stick their dicks in devil pussy.

Bate's eyes widened in surprise as his cock was drawn up into a warm fleshy sheath.  What was that?  It sucked like a mouth, but the walls were packed in too tight around Bate's cock and he felt no teeth.  The mystery orifice swallowed up his whole length and pulsed around him.  Was there someone else up here with them?  Someone or something behind the succubus?

"My tail," the succubus said.  "It feels better than the human cunts you've been inside.  I know."

She gave the head of Bate's cock a squeeze to emphasize her point.

Bate squirmed, this time with pleasure.  It felt like he'd plunged his dick into a tight sex-toy sheath, only it was warm, living and capable of independent movement... capable of stimulating Bate regardless of whether he moved or not.

"This is not all my tail can do," the succubus said.

The tip of her tail carried on past the bulbous fleshpot Bate's cock was inside.  It was slender and resembled a long, many-jointed finger topped with a small bony sphere.  While the fleshpot part of her tail continued to pulse and suck on Bate's erection, the slender tip curled around his balls until the smooth ball at the tip was pressing up against Bate's anus.  It pushed inside and slid up Bate's rectal wall until it encountered his prostate.  Then it started to vibrate.

Bate squirmed and shivered in pleasure.  The succubus's fleshpot tail orifice squeezed him like a fleshy suction cup.  At the same time the vibrating tip of her tail sent trailers of pleasure worming deep inside him.

And he couldn't escape the sensations.  The succubus had locked the complex structure of her tail in place and now she was using it to open him up and mercilessly pluck on his strings as if he was a musical instrument to be mastered.  Bate was a toy to her and he couldn't withstand the onslaught of pure sensual stimulation.

Her tits covered his face and now he appreciated them for what they were—lovely big, soft boobs.  Even the lack of air didn't bother him too much.  The lightheadedness made what she was doing to his cock—doing inside him—feel even more wonderfully euphoric.

The succubus lifted her tits up and let Bate fill his lungs with air tainted by her exhilarating scent.

"This is your last breath," she said.  "Treasure it."

Then she pressed her big soft tits back down on Bate's face.  She held them there while her tail sucked on Bate's cock and the tip vibrated against Bate's prostate.  Held them there while the air grew stale in Bate's lungs.  Held them there while random bursts of color sparked in Bate's oxygen-deprived brain.

"Coming while suffocating is one of the greatest pleasures," the succubus said.  "Now, come and experience the ultimate climax."

Her tail squeezed, pulsed.  The bony tip bent inwards and pressed on Bate's prostate.

Bate felt like he was bursting.  The spent air in his lungs, he had to let it out.  The mounting pressure in his balls, he had to relieve it.

And so he burst.  Semen flooded from him in a great stream even as his oxygen-starved brain sparked out in a vivid kaleidoscope of bursting colors.

His spirit came loose as his body asphyxiated.  The succubus was there to suck it up.