The Fragment of Lust wasn’t letting me go that easily.

I tried to run again, but the darkness around me thickened like syrup, making every step feel as though I were wading through mud. My legs grew heavier, my breathing became more labored, and the silicone doll crawled toward me on all fours, its naked body moving with an unnatural grace that made my skin crawl even as my cock twitched against my will. The Holy Condom was still wrapped tightly around my shaft, glowing with that faint purifying light, but the doll didn’t seem bothered by it. It reached me within seconds, its hands gripping my thighs before yanking me onto the black floor with surprising strength. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, and before I could recover, it climbed on top of me, straddling my waist with its dripping pussy hovering just above my condom-covered cock.

Its synthetic skin felt impossibly warm and soft against mine. The doll leaned down until its large breasts pressed heavily against my chest, their weight smothering me while its hardened nipples dragged across my skin. It began grinding slowly, rubbing its slick pussy lips along the length of my cock, coating the Holy Condom in its hot juices. Even through the condom, the heat and wetness seeped through, sending a shiver up my spine and making my hips buck upward on instinct. A low, distorted moan escaped its lips, the sound layered with static as it rocked its hips more insistently.

"Ahhn... mmmph... haaah~!"

I tried to push it away, but my arms felt weak. The fog inside my head started creeping back as the pleasure steadily intensified. The doll reached down, guided the head of my cock to its entrance, and slowly lowered itself until every inch disappeared inside its tight, dripping pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. Despite the Holy Condom, the heat and pressure surrounded me completely, its inner walls squeezing and rippling around my cock like a living thing desperate to keep me there. Without hesitation it began riding me, bouncing up and down while wet slapping sounds echoed through the darkness. Its heavy breasts bounced wildly with every downward thrust, the soft flesh jiggling as it buried itself on my cock again and again.

"Fuck... it’s too tight..." I groaned, my own voice sounding strangely distant.

The doll’s pussy clenched harder around me as though it had understood. It leaned farther forward until its breasts completely covered my face, smothering me in warm, yielding flesh while its hips drove down faster. Wet squelching sounds filled the room as its juices ran freely over my balls, soaking everything beneath us. I could feel every ripple inside it, every greedy contraction milking my cock as though it refused to let go. Before I realized it, my hands had found its hips, squeezing the soft synthetic flesh while my own hips started thrusting upward to meet its rhythm. Every movement sent another wave of pleasure through my body until it became almost impossible to think.

"Nngh... aaahhh~! Haaah... mmmph~!"

Without warning, the doll shifted position, turning around while never once letting my cock slip free. Now facing away from me, it continued bouncing with the same relentless rhythm. Its round ass jiggled obscenely with every impact, the tight ring of its asshole visible above the stretched lips of its pussy as it took me to the hilt. Reaching behind itself, it spread its cheeks apart, exposing the slick opening around my cock while continuing to ride me. Every filthy squelch echoed through the room, mixing with the sharp slaps of flesh against flesh.

I was losing myself.

The fog thickened once again, pulling at my thoughts while the doll’s pussy fluttered and clenched around me. It began rolling its hips in slow circles, its inner walls massaging every inch of my cock until I found myself thrusting upward harder despite knowing exactly what it wanted. The Holy Condom continued resisting whatever corruption surrounded us, but the pleasure was becoming almost impossible to ignore. My hips slammed upward again and again, meeting every bounce as the doll moaned louder, its distorted voice filling the darkness while it pushed itself down even farther until I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the deepest part of its synthetic cunt.

"Ahhn... haaah~! Nngh... mmmph~!"

My hands slid to its ass, spreading its cheeks wider while I drove into it harder. The pressure continued building until the doll suddenly tightened around me, powerful waves rippling through its pussy as it came. Its juices spilled around my cock, soaking my balls and the floor beneath us. The sensation finally pushed me over the edge. I groaned loudly as I thrust upward one last time, my orgasm crashing through me hard enough to blur my vision while I came inside the Holy Condom.

The doll didn’t stop.

It continued riding me through the aftershocks, its pussy greedily milking every last drop while its own body trembled from lingering pleasure. Instead of fading, the sensations only intensified as it bounced faster, desperately chasing another climax. My hands remained locked around its hips while my own body continued responding against my better judgment, thrusting upward to meet every movement. The room filled with the obscene sounds of our bodies moving together as the doll leaned back against my chest, its heavy breasts bouncing wildly with every motion.

"Nngh... aaahhh~! Haaah... mmmph~!"

The corruption reached for my mind again, but the Holy Condom fought back, its faint light pulsing steadily. Little by little, the fog began to lift. My thoughts became clearer, even though the overwhelming pleasure refused to disappear. Somewhere beneath it all, the original Ethan forced himself forward, clinging to consciousness with the last of his will as the doll’s pussy continued squeezing and milking my cock with relentless, greedy contractions.

For a brief moment, my thoughts became strangely clear. Ryan, Marcus, Noah, Daniel, Ethan... the factory... the television... the crawling dolls. Questions crashed into each other inside my head. What was this place? What was that Fragment? Was everything happening because I’d changed the story? My heart pounded as I desperately tried to piece everything together, clinging to those thoughts like they were the last thing keeping me grounded.

Then I looked at the doll again. The moment my eyes met its gaze, every question dissolved like mist under the morning sun. The fear, the confusion, even the memories of why I was fighting all slipped away one after another, leaving behind only a strange emptiness. It felt as though something was gently peeling my thoughts away, replacing them with a single overwhelming desire until nothing else seemed important anymore.