Everything went empty...
When I came to, Izra was still going like a wild beast; still facing me, her legs spread wide as she slammed her pussy onto that massive creature of a cock, alternating holes with manic glee.
My eyes felt heavy again, and I blacked out.
The next time I surfaced, she was holding me like a doll; arms under my thighs, lifting my lower body off the bed, using my enlarged cock like a toy as she drove herself onto it over and over, switching between pussy and asshole with soaked, obscene sounds.
My head swayed, and my limbs wobbled; my body jiggling helplessly with each impact.
"P... Please stay with me, god-touched!" she panted, voice cracking with manic joy. "Iâm almost done! My king... shouldnât know I left... left my post to copulate here!"
She folded me nearly in halfâmy legs pushed up and wide in a scissor positionâand slammed relentlessly in it, the bed frame groaning its last protests.
Massive cum and her squirt soaked everything, painting the room red in violent passion. I weakly squirmed, my mind floated in a haze of unbearable pleasure and exhaustion.
Soon, I drifted again and again and again; blacking out, waking to new positions, new waves of ecstasy tearing through me.
All I knew was the endless cycle: darkness, then her body using mine in every way, then darkness once more.
But when my consciousness returned for the final time, my cock had finally returned to its normal size: shriveled and utterly spent.
[Infinite Stamina] completely defeated. Possibly due to her enlargement spell on it.
Izra laid on me with my cock still inside her, her head pillowed on my shoulder, and her chest heaving with deep, satisfied breaths.
Her silver hair fanned across my skin, body glistening with sweat, cum, and her own fluids.
The room was utterly destroyed; the furniture overturned, sheets torn and soaked, candles extinguished, and the walls somehow scratched and dented.
Did some herd of maddened beasts rage through here?
I tried to move, but nothing responded properly. My legs were numb, my arms heavy, and my groin aching with deep, bone-tired soreness.
"Ah, Benjamin. Youâre awake." Izra stirred, dark eyes opening lazily. "I feared you might have gone brain-dead, so I resolved to use your empty husk to finish pleasuring myself. Do forgive me."
I couldnât tell if she was serious or teasing me.
"How..." I rasped. "how long...?"
She blinked, then sat up abruptlyâmy softened cock slipping from her supple, fleshy interior with a wet sound.
"Two hours..." then realization hit her. "Two hours?!"
She sprang into action; wiping herself quickly with a torn sheet, pulling on clothes with practiced speed. Then she dressed me just as efficiently, gentle now, and almost tender.
Then we started moving for the meeting hall. I still couldnât stand, so she lent me her shoulders.
But still...
"My groin..." I murmured, head lying against her shoulder. "it hurts."
"Ah, of course!" She scooped me up bridal-style without effort, carrying me like I weighed nothing.
"Iâm truly sorry," she said softly, and meant it this time. I think. "But honestly, Benjamin... Youâre amazing."
Of course I am. I survived you... Even I thought I was dead a little.
We soon reached the great hall just as the doors were opening. The rulers were beginning to spill out.
Marina saw us, and her eyes immediately widened in alarm, rushing forward to meet me.
The other attendants recoiled, staring at my disheveled stateâhair rough, clothes rumpled and stained, face flushed and exhausted, like Iâd been mauled by a grizzly.
Elara emerged with the lasts from the hall.
The moment she saw me in Izraâs arms, her face slowly drained of color.
"Wh-What is the meaning of this, Izra?!" she demanded, voice sharp with fury and distress.
Izra lowered me carefully to my feetâmy legs were shaky but still holdingâand met her motherâs gaze without flinching.
The secret was out.
But... I actually hoped Izra wouldnât get into too much trouble.
***
Izra bowed her head deeply as Elaraâs furious question hung in the air. "I apologize, Queen Elara. I simply lost control."
Renard Valois sighed heavily, rubbing his temple.
"This is exactly why I banned you from the kingdomâs men centuries ago, Izra. Your... zeal leaves great casualties."
His blue eyes turned to me, marvel clear in them. "But still, the god-touched stands unbroken; heâs only barely an empty husk. Very impressive."
...I want to sue these people.
Marina knelt beside me where I sat on a nearby bench, her hands glowing with soft healing light. Warm energy flowed through my body, easing the deep ache in my muscles, groin, and nearly-broken mind, knitting the exhaustion away bit by bit.
"Iâm s-sorry," Marina whispered. "I should have watched closer. I didnât foresee this at all."
"No, no," I shook my head weakly. "We were all tricked with the bathroom spell thing. Please, donât blame yourself."
"Incidentally, Queen Elara," Izra straightened up, her stoic mask back in place. "how are you and the tribe doing? I heard I have four new baby sisters; Tamar and the rest?"
"Since you forsook us? Weâve been absolutely fine without you." Elaraâs eyes flashed. "And I see your unsightly tendencies are still present. You have no right to mention my daughtersâ names, and mind youâyouâll surely pay for hurting my Benjamin."
"YOUR Benjamin?" the pink foxâs voice purred, the beastâs ruler suddenly standing close to me, her pink hair framing sharp amber eyes, fluffy tail swishing playfully.
"We havenât finished discussing the matter concerning the god-touched," she continued, voice smooth as silk. "Calling him yours is counting eggs before they hatch."
Before Marina could respond, she bent down and kissed me; sudden and warm, her lips soft and tasting faintly of spice.
Then the System rang a warning.
[Spell Sentinel Activated: Mind Influence Magic Detected... Successfully Resisted.]
What?!
I immediately jerked back, jumping off the bench and moving away instinctively.
You can never trust these women, huh?
"Whaâ! What did you do, Sakura?!" Elara barked, rushing to shield me with her body.
"Goodness, youâre far too wary. I only healed him more completely than the amateur; his recovery will be faster nowâyou should be thanking me." Sakura laughed lightly, then straightening. "But I did test a little mind suggestion. But as expected of a god-touched... he resisted perfectly. Though, one could say, I wasnât going all out."
The rulers watched with varying amusement and interest.
I stood awkwardly, feeling every eye on me again.
Ah, the pressure was returning.
But on the contrary, my resistance was getting stronger: perhaps itâs due to the suffering, and Izra had pushed some boundary inside me...
But Sakura was right; I did feel normal now. She healed me with a kiss?
Elara turned to the group, her voice cold. "Weâre done here! This is why I avoid these meetings."
Titania fluttered closer, her violet eyes wide. "C... Come visit sometime, Elarâ!"
"No," Elara snapped.
She took my hand firmly and led me away, Marina following close.
As we walked, I glanced back at Sakura.