The cave went still.
The wet, sucking rhythm cut off all at once as the Lustrix hissed low, roots retreating back into Aaron's flesh like veins snapping in reverse. The biomass peeled away, folding back until it was only the invisible mask fused to his face again.
Emily hit the floor first. She didn't even scream — just flopped down like a rag doll, her chest jerking with sharp, ugly coughs. Her holes gaped so wide it looked unreal, cunt dripping strings, asshole leaking resin and cum in a constant spill. Milk and sap still oozed from her swollen tits, her nipples stretched and chewed open but somehow sealed just enough to keep her alive. Her eyes were open but unfocused, drool thick on her chin.
Kly'thel came next. The alien hybrid dropped like rotten fruit, convulsing, her blue skin mottled with bruises and glowing cracks where the sap had forced through her body. Her pussy was a cavern, ruined inside, lips shredded and hanging. Her ass gaped wider than her waist should have allowed, twitching around nothing. She was breathing, barely, each inhale whistling like broken glass in her lungs.
Both of them twitched on the filthy stone, alive only because the Lustrix wanted them to be alive.
And in the middle of it all was Aaron.
He slumped to his knees, body shivering as if fevered. His hands clawed at his hair, tugging, smearing resin and blood across his face. Then a sound broke out of him.
At first it was crying — wet, raw sobs that tore at his throat. He bent forward, gagging, his stomach lurching until vomit splattered the ground between his knees.
But the sobs twisted.
They rose, cracking, breaking — and then the edges curled upward.
Laughter.
High, sharp, wrong laughter that bounced off the cave walls and made the broken girls jerk with terror even in their half-dead stupor. He laughed so hard his chest shook, snot dripping from his nose, spit flying from his teeth. He slapped the stone with his palm, over and over, until it bled.
Then the laughter deepened, warped into something else. A mad sound, a shriek and a growl mixed together. His eyes were wide, red-rimmed, tears streaking down, but he couldn't stop. The cave filled with it — laughter that wasn't even human anymore, a sound that promised only more breaking, more ruin.
Emily curled on her side, whimpering through her torn throat. Kly'thel shuddered, her body trying to shrink away though there was nowhere to go. Both of them understood in some part of their shattered minds — he wasn't done.
Aaron tilted his head back, laughter echoing into the black ceiling of the cave, his voice climbing higher and higher until it was nothing but manic hysteria. The mask pulsed against his face, invisible but alive, feeding on the sound, vibrating like it was purring.
The ornaments twitched. The maniac laughed. The cave listened.