Yu's body shuddered through the aftershocks of his climax, his small cock still twitching as the euphoric high began to fade, leaving him teetering on the edge of clarity. The aphrodisiac was gone, fully detoxified, and his Incubus soul settled at last, no longer ravenous. But instead of the warm, sated contentment he expected, a heavy, bloated sensation settled in his core—like he'd gorged himself on a feast too rich, too much. His stomach churned, gross and overfull, the vitality and cum he'd drained from Talon sitting like a lead weight inside him.
"Ugh... too mush, oof."
He muttered, voice hoarse from hours of screaming, his pale, marked body trembling as he slid off the bed, legs wobbly from the marathon.
