Snuff, gore kinda, hyper dick, unusual cum, asphyxiation, I don't even




...yeah really I don't even










[2017-11-10 12:55] Scrapjacker Quinn: Titty

[2017-11-10 12:55] Madam Lovelace: Tru

[2017-11-10 12:56] *Scrapjacker Quinn rests his head.

[2017-11-10 12:56] *Madam Lovelace brushes his hair.

[2017-11-10 12:57] Scrapjacker Quinn: This is the life.

[2017-11-10 12:57] Scrapjacker Quinn: Comfy.

[2017-11-10 12:58] Madam Lovelace: It really is.

[2017-11-10 13:11] *Scrapjacker Quinn kneads his pillow a bit.

[2017-11-10 13:11] *Madam Lovelace wiggles.

[2017-11-10 13:11] Madam Lovelace: [sub]I got a thing in 50 minutes probably but I can fool around[/sub]

[2017-11-10 13:12] Scrapjacker Quinn: I'm only really in the mood for fooling around, anyway

[2017-11-10 13:12] Madam Lovelace: yee

[2017-11-10 13:13] Scrapjacker Quinn: [sub]Though even in fool around mode I don't think 50 minutes lets me cover enough ground to handle this entire bust[/sub]

[2017-11-10 13:14] *Madam Lovelace smirks. "What if this entire bust covers you, though? Does that count?"

[2017-11-10 13:15] Scrapjacker Quinn: I think that might suffocate and/or crush me
[2017-11-10 13:15] Scrapjacker Quinn: So let's do it

[2017-11-10 13:18] *Madam Lovelace promptly hefts both heavy, sloshing titties and squeezes them [b]TIGHT[/b] around his head. Fuck, she's strong!


[2017-11-10 13:20] *Scrapjacker Quinn thought he was kinda exaggerating for comic effect, but holy fuck, he can't breathe. In fact there's so little oxygen it feels like she could put out a fire with those things. His hands claw and knead at that gigantic bust - which, let's be real here, probably covers a lot more than just his head. However, it doesn't actually seem like he's trying to free himself - and judging by the rapidly swelling bulge in his pants, he has a thing for getting choked like this. [sub]What a weirdo![/sub]

[2017-11-10 13:25] *Madam Lovelace hums faintly. "I hope you can pay for this, because I very much dislike doing it for free..." she teases, even as he squirms and struggles against the weight of her immense breasts. To no avail- the vampire holds firm, even if the radiation he's putting out burns a little. [sub]It's not really sunlight, so it's not that bad, but it's definitely irritating![/sub]


[2017-11-10 13:29] *Scrapjacker Quinn mostly emits particle radiation rather than electromagnetic radiation anyway, so there's no need to worry. For a vampire, at least - since they don't have the same kind of organic metabolism, after all. Not like Quinn is worried about the radiation right now - or about his ability to pay (or rather, the absence thereof). In fact, he can't really afford to be worried about much at this point thanks to his dwindling oxygen supply, coupled with the rush of blood to his dick. The only active neurons remaining in his brain are fully occupied with the kneading and groping of titflesh!


[2017-11-10 13:38] *Madam Lovelace smiles wryly, her hands grinding and squeezing those sloshing orbs around him, feeling his weakening hands continue to grope and flail at her all-encompassing titflesh. A liiittle bit of milk drools from her nipples, but she doesn't mind, and he probably doesn't notice. Instead, she smiles, a predatory, fangy smile that he can't see. Her eyes glow, and her voice fills the air with an eerie echo. [b]"I can see you're full of energy. Too much energy, but that's not an issue for me.  Give me your life, and I'll give you the greatest pleasure anyone could ever know." [/b] [sub]The kind of pleasure, that is, that can only be known when one will never know anything again.[/sub]


[2017-11-10 13:39] *Scrapjacker Quinn doesn't really have much of a choice, here. So offering the contract is almost more of a formality. Not that he seems opposed either - in fact, he finds just enough energy to give a weak 'thumbs up' to the Madam's proposal.


[2017-11-10 13:44] *Madam Lovelace grins. Assent enough for her! The world shifts, subtly but noticeably, and she gets back to work, pressing her drowning victim down as she curls his body, does her best to bring her breasts closer to his cock without losing her grip on his head- impossible for most others, but her tits and his shaft are big enough that it's probably well within the realm of reason!


[2017-11-10 13:47] *Scrapjacker Quinn can definitely accommodate that kind of endeavor - though he'll probably need some help zipping down his jumpsuit first. Assuming that's out of the way, though, his radioactive shaft springs free, swollen and almost blue-hued with oxygen-deprived blood. The superheated rod easily nestles itself between those cold mounds, bringing the two temperatures to a comfortably warm equilibrium. 


[2017-11-10 13:52] *Madam Lovelace quite enjoys the heat, even if the irritating radiation is not so comfortable. It's a bit of a challenge fishing the monstrous rod out of his jumpsuit without letting him breathe, but the vampire matron manages it somehow! And hums faintly, even as she squeezes those gigantic tits even [b]tighter[/b] around him. Her hands sink deep enough that anyone else would probably be squealing in pain, but she keeps a largely straight face, even as her flesh is practically glued to Quinn's head and the tip of his throbbing, bulging rod, probably even more engorged than usual as her magic nudges his body into something built only for pleasure and certainly not for, say, being able to survive more than a few hours.


[2017-11-10 13:56] *Scrapjacker Quinn is starting to feel more like he's locked in a vice than being smothered by flesh, but that's exactly the kind of sensation his oxygen-deprivation-numbed cock needs. Bucketloads of impure precum spring forth from the constricted member, their warmth mostly remaining trapped between those tits, only a little bit managing to seep out through the cracks. Meanwhile, Quinn's kneading and groping is starting to noticeably slow down...


[2017-11-10 14:01] *Madam Lovelace slowly curls him down, aided by the  life draining from his flesh, making him softer and easier to manipulate.  Pressing his drowning face forwards, into those bucketloads of boiling hot  sperm, pressing his lips against his irradiated shaft- and trying to get them [b]around[/b] his shaft. After all, it's easier to choke him and titfuck him when his dick is inside his throat, right? And it saves on mess! As fun as mess is, pragmatism wins out in the end here. 

[2017-11-10 14:04] *Scrapjacker Quinn's lips easily wrap around the head of his own cock - almost embarrassingly easy. [sub]He's done this often enough on his own time.[/sub] It probably also helps that he's barely got the energy to move anymore, making it easy to pull his mouth open and have it stay that way. However, while he's no stranger to sucking himself off, he doesn't usually go down too far for his own sake - nothing more than a mouthful. But now she's pushing him further, pushing that massive cockhead past his tonsils, making sure he keeps on choking! [sub]"Ghg-ghkkg..."[/sub]



[2017-11-10 14:50] *Madam Lovelace is pleasantly surprised by how easily his lips slide onto his shaft! Even if it's harder to shove it down his throat, but she's strong, guiding his cock down his pre-clogged throat with the motions of her ultra-squeezed mammaries, purring faintly as his sputtering teases against her flesh. "That's a good boy," she coos, running her hands up and down along the tip of his cock and the front of his head. "Climax your very life away, burn up like a glorious bonfire, okay? I know you aren't going to be awake for much longer-" he's not going to be alive for much longer, really, he's drying out like Scrapjacker jerky, withering slowly away, his body becoming weaker and weaker as more and more of his mass and functions is siphoned away in favor of producing more and more sperm for his final orgasm- " but I'd like you to at least be conscious for your last climax, ahaha.~"  [sub]And it will definitely be his last climax, what with the same magical forces draining his life energy conspiring to turn his erotic-asphyxiation-fueled-climax from simple sexual pleasure from which he could theoretically recover if he was given oxygen again into a brain-melting, body-shattering, life-ending cascade that'll end him instantly in an apocalyptic display of pleasure and need![/sub]


[2017-11-10 17:53] *Scrapjacker Quinn doesn't even really register her words anymore. Some part of him does, but it's hard to call it a conscious register. He's not unconscious - he's got more endurance than one might think, and the vampiric magic is keeping him that way. But the rapidly diminishing capacity of his oxygen-deprived brain is far too busy with things like the sensations from his oversized cock to consciously understand her words. And this balance only keeps shifting - most of his body really does seem to be almost shriveling up, except for his balls, the place where Lovelace is siphoning all that mass and energy. The soft green glow gets brighter and brighter - that sack gets hotter and hotter. Eventually it's almost like a miniature sun, almost bright enough to pose a threat to the vampire. She'd better make him cum fast!


[2017-11-10 18:01] *Madam Lovelace is working hard to do so! Even if she has to start crushing his skull or neck around his cock. Not enough to kill him, at least in the time between now and then. But she doesn't mind damaging him when her skin is starting to sear. She grinds her breasts up and down along his shaft, from halfway down all the way up to his tip, no matter how far it is inside him. "Hff... maybe too much energy for me..." she hisses, but she's grinning despite the pain. "Cum for me, you depraved little boy! Just give up and explode and die already!"


[2017-11-10 18:13] *Scrapjacker Quinn is going to explode, alright - possibly somewhat literally. At this rate, it's going to be closer to a nuclear meltdown than any kind of ejaculation anyone's ever seen. Really, his orgasms are destructive enough without the added help - it's not surprising that having all that energy siphoned downwards would cause this kind of excess! With a sickly snap, his jaw is crushed around his own shaft by the pressure of her tits - not that he feels the pain. Or anything. It had already started by that point - his radioactive cum had been superheated to the point where it was just melting through the mutated membrane of his testicular glands. A membrane heat-resistant enough that Quinn's cells are used in the development of advanced organic alloys! He cums, but instead of just traveling up his shaft, the jizz goes... pretty much everywhere inside of him.

That green glow spreads not just up his cock, but up his abdomen, too. A loud fizzing accompanies his organs being literally melted away in an instant. A moment later, impossibly hot jizz erupts inside his mouth - almost instantly bursting through any of the internal barriers of his head, pouring not just from the corners of his mouth and his nostrils, but his ears, and even his eye sockets. "BhGlRRBLllL--" It's hard to tell whether he's actually gurgling or swallowing, or whether the heat is just literally boiling his throat. Something audibly pops inside him - probably his heart, from the heat. As his torso gets filled with his own cum from both ends, even his skin is starting to give way. Like an over-pressured canister, holes appear wherever his skin is the thinnest, and glowing green cum comes pouring out. It only accelerates from there - even his skin is melting away, bit by bit. When it's all over, there's nothing but a gigantic puddle of what is essentially radioactive waste, save for a few remaining bones that are still being corroded away. That was... something.