Hallucinogenic

Grimes couldn’t remember the details of the warning – science had never been his thing. Z’orlocks were supposed to be able to inflame key response factors in people; the urge to fight, fuck or flee. Their toxin was supposed to be hallucinogenic or something like that too.

The problem? People didn’t generally survive a Z’orlock bite or sting. The effects of the horror’s toxin had been considered to be a mute problem.

As the world shimmered around Jason, the composition of the toxin felt rather more urgent than just an academic interest to the mercenary. He had no medical supplies with him at all; let alone an antidote to this sort of crap.

The sky looked purple now. Was it twilight? Jason was no longer sure. He was hungry and horny and distracted by the path of sparkling lights by his feet.

Grimes staggered forwards, one step after another and as he realised that following the path was a good idea he decided to look ahead to see where it might go.

Back to the jeep. The path led back to the jeep and the damaged car was now all sparkling with swirls of colour and light.

Despite feeling a little faint, Jason could feel his cock strain against his combat trousers. Memories of the Asian prostitute he had spent the night with before shipping to Planet Oblivion flittered to his mind. He could almost see her pretty face before him. He could almost see the way her cheeks puckered cutely as she wrapped her lips around his cock. That was one of the best, most messy, blowjobs he had had in years. She’d let his cum ooze from her mouth and splitter splatter onto her breasts.

In front of the jeep Jason could make out the shapes of the three surviving guards sent to kill him. They were naked. They were fucking. The two guys had themselves arranged around the only woman.

Jason found himself staggering forwards again, his feet following the sparkling path towards the threesome. He could see more clearly now – and he knew how he could fit himself in.