Showered, again

The monster's roar echoed through the narrow valley as Lisa clenched her eyes shut tight in anticipation, the power with which the monster's first spurt of semen hit her face causing her to pull away and gasp in genuine shock. The subsequent spurts sprayed her thoroughly, practically hosing her down as she tried to pull herself out of the firing line. He caked her face and hair leaving her a bedraggled mess, soaked and dripping with his load.

She did her best to wipe her eyes clear of his mess, hoping that now might be her chance, a brief window to escape while he was lost in the throes of pleasure. To her dismay, before she could even stand, Lisa was hoisted aloft as the beast stood and tossed her over his shoulder. He broke out into a steady run, the ground moving fast beneath them as he took his prize back to his lair, Lisa quickly losing all sense of direction as she was bumped and jostled along.

Eventually they arrived at a dank, mossy cave entrance, the beast having to stoop to enter without hitting his head. He carried her on for some time, their surrounds quickly turning pitch black before eventually he set her down, surprisingly on a dry and extremely soft bed of plant matter. She sensed him move away from her, leaving her to listen intently for any sign of him. She sat there unsure what to do next, uncertain which direction to even go if she dared, pondering her next move.