This is just a quickie while I'm working on my Vanara series. I hope you enjoy it.
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It tasted dull and rubbery, but thick, like swallowing mouthful after mouthful of tasteless honey. The black goo covering Jane's body continued to pour into her mouth, of it's own volition, humoring her sick desire for more of the corrupting substance while it constantly dribbled out of her ass to rejoin the stuff on her skin. It allowed her this last vestige of control while taking control of her body, making it rub her hand over her soft curves while fingering Jane's swollen pussy. Their breathing was labored and slow, sucking and pushing not air but thick black goo in and out of her lungs.
Jane's body spasmed involuntarily as an orgasm swept over it, causing the black goo to ripple and twitch. Jane's mind reeled, helpless inside her own body and teetering on the brink of madness. The goo slithering up her nose and into her ears, however, kept her from finally tumbling into oblivion. It cared for her in its own strange way, knowing that she had pushed this situation on herself, and enjoying the way she reveled in her total loss of control.
The demon invading Jane's body, for that is what it was, sat up in Jane's bed and made her stretch, reveling in a post-extatic haze. It got up and walked across the floor of the small, dark room, intentionally brushing the arch of Jane's sensitive feet against the soft shag rug. This tormented Jane's mind, still suffering aftershocks from their shared orgasm. The creature chuckled to itself silently.
Jane was a tall, slender girl with long blond hair that hung down below her shoulder blades. That hair was stained deep black, and shone in the dim light from the moon coming through Jane's bedroom window. The thing flipped a switch, revealing her naked body covered in a thin layer of the stuff. Even her eyes were covered in it, making her look like a perfect obsidian statue of the lanky college girl.
The thing walked over to Jane's desk and sat down. Her feet, slick with the wet stuff, left not a mark on the white shag carpet. The demon picked up Jane's cell, dialing a number from Jane's memory. Somewhere an old man picked up.
"Hey Jane, what's up?" His voice was tired and terse, but not unfriendly. He was Jane's boss, and he owned the record shop she worked at.
The demon opened Jane's mouth, and inhaled, causing Jane's chest to puff as he lungs made room for a bubble of air inside the goop. When the thing began to speak, it came in a series of bubbles, popping or hissing in quick succession to form something that sounded like speech in a strange tongue.
"God damnit! No!" came the old man's reply. "You're not talking on Jane's behalf demon! Let me speak with JANE. God damnit girl I need you for work tomorrow! What have you done to yourself?"
The demon hissed and popped in its strange tongue.