Remain silently on the ground

You think better of it and remain on the ground. You want nothing to do with this creature despite how much pleasure he gave you. You see the highwayman disappear into the distance without another word.

The cold breeze chills your sweaty skin. You can feel the beastman's virile spunk ooze out of your abused snatch down the inside of your thigh. You get up on your weary legs and start to pick up your clothes and weapon. His cum continues to roll down your smooth leg, continuously reminding you of your shameful act.

You can hardly stand the disgusting feeling of the tabaxi's cum bubbling around inside you, trying to impregnate you. You quickly crouch down and dig your fingers into your sore pussy, trying to dig out as much as you can. You rake at your inner flesh to **** the liquid warmth out of your body. After a minute of scraping at your tender canal, you give up. You know well that the catman delivered his load to place deep inside where you can't reach.

You stand up, sniffling quietly in shame. You look at your stained shorts for a few seconds before hearing something off in the distance.

The sound of running water flows along the breeze. You wonder to yourself whether you should go and wash yourself in the river before trying to look for shelter. You feel absolutely filthy inside and out after such a rancid act, but nighttime would soon be approaching.