After waterfalling semen out of me for a minute straight, I finally stopped, wiped my hand against my face, which did nothing since every inch of me was still coated, grit my teeth, and continued running until I found a stream. But even worse, I did not feel the scratches from his claws healing, and my ass was not closing back up like all those times before. While I did not really feel up to it, I got up with a groan, grabbed my pack, which had been left entirely alone with a much more interesting subject having been at hand, me, and stumbled out of the cave, because if I didn’t get out then and there, I was never going to get out. Facing him, I straddled his hips, and faced a decision, where in the hell do I put him. This newest one seemed to have realized this, and was determined to conquer this hole that had resisted thus far.
