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. "I'm almost done! My king… shouldn't know I left… left my post to copulate here!"
She folded me nearly in half—my legs pushed up and wide in a scissor position—and 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. You're 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 couldn't tell if she was serious or teasing me.
"How…" I rasped. "how long…?"
She blinked, then sat up abruptly—my 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 couldn't 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.
"I'm truly sorry," she said softly, and meant it this time. I think. "But honestly, Benjamin… You're 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 state—hair rough, clothes rumpled and stained, face flushed and exhausted, like I'd been mauled by a grizzly.
Elara emerged with the lasts from the hall.
The moment she saw me in Izra's 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 feet—my legs were shaky but still holding—and met her mother's gaze without flinching.
The secret was out.
But… I actually hoped Izra wouldn't get into too much trouble.
***
Izra bowed her head deeply as Elara's 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 kingdom's 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; he's 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.
"I'm s-sorry," Marina whispered. "I should have watched closer. I didn't foresee this at all."
"No, no," I shook my head weakly. "We were all tricked with the bathroom spell thing. Please, don't 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? We've been absolutely fine without you." Elara's eyes flashed. "And I see your unsightly tendencies are still present. You have no right to mention my daughters' names, and mind you—you'll surely pay for hurting my Benjamin."
"YOUR Benjamin?" the pink fox's voice purred, the beast's ruler suddenly standing close to me, her pink hair framing sharp amber eyes, fluffy tail swishing playfully.
"We haven't 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?
"Wha—! What did you do, Sakura?!" Elara barked, rushing to shield me with her body.
"Goodness, you're far too wary. I only healed him more completely than the amateur; his recovery will be faster now—you 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 wasn't 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 it's 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. "We're done here! This is why I avoid these meetings."
Titania fluttered closer, her violet eyes wide. "C… Come visit sometime, Elar—!"
"No," Elara snapped.
She took my hand firmly and led me away, Marina following close.
As we walked, I glanced back at Sakura.