Chest and rising up to your face. You notice the thick liquid dripping over your skin, hot, sticky, staining your lips, dripping down your neck and chest, as she continues to pump, unloading as if she could never empty herself completely.

Each of her discharges marks you more and more. The smell of semen, the heat, the vision of her cock pulsing, shooting jets over you... make you feel absolutely possessed and humiliated, completely hers.

When she finishes coming, Elizabeth leans down and runs her fingers over your skin, spreading her mark even further. She smiles, proud, seeing that she has left you drenched, marked from the inside out.

"You're going to carry me with you for a long time..." she whispers, caressing your face, breasts, and belly full of semen. "I want you like this: used, stained, happy, all mine."

You can't help but smile, look at her with devotion, feeling like the most satisfied, loved, and submissive man in the world, dreaming of the next time Elizabeth floods you again.

Finally, you both are exhausted, all sexual tension released. You've done acts you never thought you'd do. Your girlfriend is a futanari, but being heterosexual wouldn't be a problem for you. Now you don't know what you are, but you do know what you want. You want to stay by Elizabeth's side.