Tell Karin you need to rest and go home
From Create Your Own Story
The events of the last few hours have been insane, to say the least. You're freaked the fuck out. That clearly wasn't a hallucination, but you're not sure if that actually happened either.
"Karin," you say "I'm sorry but I... I have to get out of here for a bit." You don't even give Karin the time to respond, instead you briskly stroll out the door, now aware of the rivulets and globs of cum starting to flow down your legs. You go back into the antechamber and throw your clothes back on. As you do, you notice the claw marks starting at your hips and all the way up your ribcage, just under your tits. Your clit throbs and your pussy clenches as you remember drifting in and out of consciousness with the great beast thrusting into you, using you to sate his own pleasure. You rush into the hallway, upstairs and, out to the parking lot getting hornier with every step you take, but still determined to return home and figure things out from there.
You hop in one of the cult's executive cars and race off into the night. Every bump and imperfection in the road reverberates through your whole body, especially your needy cunt. You reach home much sooner than you though, then realize you'd been driving in a fog of confusion, shock, and lust. You shut the car off in the driveway. Your mom's car isn't there. You remember she's been working late a lot recently, on some mysterious new project. You grin as you hope your prim and proper Mom is getting railed over her boss's desk every night. You certainly wouldn't blame her, as you found out Steve has a nice thick 9 inch beauty of a cock at last year's office holiday party.
You briefly consider what you want to do:
