the numbness fades too.

My body is sore. It's hard to speak. All I have left is the memory of pleasure and this constant drooling. Well that and whatever alien monster spunk is in my stomach.

Emma helps me to the kitchen. She's constantly glancing around and opening her mouth to speak. She says nothing though. What is there to say? I pour a glass of water and drink. With the first sip, my stomach starts to rumble. I can feel a throbbing inside of me.

I double over one last time. This time I'm on the floor on my side. Emma's shirt is soaked with blue drool all down the front. Blue liquid is still leaking out from between my legs.