The Aftermath

Many hours later, you start to come to consciousness as you find yourself currently being ridden by Aurora. Your cock's still hard after all those hours, and even after being drained dry by every girl in the garage except Mazl, you still had more. Such was the power of Mazl's venom.

You register where you are. Your head is laying down on something soft. It's Mazl's lap. "Hey husband." Mazl says, gently. "I'm so glad you're awake. And I'm so... So.... Sorry. Shit..." Mazl says as Molly runs over.

"Producer! You're awake! Here, drink my honey tea. It'll help, bzzt!" Your head is lifted up by Mazl's arms as Molly offers you a straw. You sip and groan as Aurora squeezes your cock with her needy hole.

"We all pitched in to help your problem, Jack. Now feel free to cum in me anytime!" Aurora says as her pussy grips you hard, squeezing what must be a last load from your aching member before dismounting you.

"Ughn. Fuck.. what problem?" You say.

"Husband. I'm sorry. The girls told me... It was as I feared. I got strong again. My instincts as a monster took over. I went feral. I **** and violated you, so.. many... times. But your smell. You've been ingrained in me, as I have you. It reminded my sanity that you were my husband. I fought that demon. But... It impaled your hands with my spikes, envenomating and causing you great harm. You said something to me. About remembering our promise. And I told that monster that you didn't consent, and I won. But... Not without cost. And you.. You paid the price." Mazl says with a somber expression.

"The manticore venom is a lewd venom that causes a man's body to produce huge amounts of semen and spur ejaculation. It's so powerful, it makes men lose their minds and mindlessly pump seed into the Manticore for the rest of their lives." Aurora elaborates. "You're just lucky I can make a quick antidote to administer you. But your poor cock was going all night long. Molly and I took turns with you, but Mazl... She sat out. She was determined to have your consent again, and not while you weren't in a state to give it. Your hands are in pretty bad shape even though I was able to patch you up. Her spikes nearly made them into swiss cheese."

You look at your bloodied hands, wrapped in gauze. You sigh and let out a scream at the sheer absurdity of the situation, staring at your bloodied hands.