Goldick arms and legs thrashed weakly beneath the weight of the other girls, but their grip remained unyielding. Another girl reached her peak, immediately replacing the one at Goldick's head and adding her own release to the flood engulfing his face. He sputtered and coughed, desperately trying to clear his airways as the cum filled mucus coated his throat.
"Why... why are you doing this?"
The girls continued to ride Goldick's face, their orgasms coming in rapid succession as they reveled in their deadly revenge. His mind grew foggy, his thoughts slipping away as the lack of oxygen took its toll.
"Can't... breathe…"
He gasped silently, his tongue lolling out as it was coated in a thick layer of cum. The girls' hands tightened on his limbs, pinning him down mercilessly as they brought themselves to one final climax.
With a collective scream, they came together, flooding Goldick's face with a final deluge of warm, sticky fluid. It poured into his mouth and nostrils, filling his lungs and drowning him completely. His struggles ceased as the last vestiges of air were forced from his body, replaced by the suffocating embrace of feminine vengeance.
As the girls climbed off Goldick's lifeless form, panting and spent, they looked down at their handiwork with grim satisfaction.
"Hehe, looks like our little shrimp dick is finally cooked,"
The girl who had initiated the deadly ride sneered, wiping a stray drop of cum from Goldick's lifeless lips with her thumb.
"Who would've thought drowning in pussy would be the death of him?"
The other girls chuckled darkly, their earlier lust replaced by a cold, calculating satisfaction.
"Let's get out of here."
One of them said, standing up and adjusting her clothes.
"We have a report to file. Another successful mission completed."
The other girl groaned.
"Ugh, this was the worst! I was actually excited because it was him— Goldick Bravo, the country's strongest man! But his dick? This was the absolute worst sex kill mission I've ever had!"
As they fled out of the room, leaving Goldick's corpse behind, the last girl to leave paused and looked back at his cum soaked face.
"Rest in peace, shrimp dick…"
She whispered mockingly before shutting the door behind her. The room went still, save for the sound of the wind pushing through the open veranda. The city outside kept moving— neon lights flickering, cars passing, life continuing… while Goldick's world went dark. He drifted in darkness. No pain, no sound, just a cold emptiness pressing from every direction. He couldn't tell if he was standing, floating, or falling.
"So this is it, huh?"
He muttered into the void, his voice echoing back to him.
"Guess I finally hit the end of the road."
He started counting in his head, almost out of habit. Faces flashed— women, rivals, friends, enemies.
"Damn, I've lived big. Parties, olympic, medals, and more sex than anyone could dream of— even though I couldn't actually use my penis to fuck every babe I had. I wasn't blessed with a titan cock, but at least I looked like a titan, satisfying every one of them with my wide tongue and fingers.
He took a slow, imaginary breath and whispered,
Yeah. No regrets. I did it all. Every damn man envied my life, to be honest."
A sudden splash rang out in the void. The sound cracked through the blackness like thunder, echoing endlessly.
"That sound... just like the torrent of cum that filled my entire face."
But then the numbness gave way to a sickening realization: he was in a space full of water. Goldick jerked, gasping, and his eyes flew open. He wasn't in the dark void anymore; he was violently underwater.
Cold water filled his mouth as he thrashed, bubbles spilling from his lips. His lungs screamed for air, but the deeper he looked, the darker it got. Above him, a pale shape moved closer… a woman with long red hair, flowing like fire in the blue depths. She wore a filthy, ripped white dress with metal plating, but the fabric was blooming red around her side where blood drifted like smoke.
"The hell…"
Goldick thought, panic kicking in. The woman reached him, limp but breathing faintly. He caught her by instinct, his massive hand pressing against the wound on her side.
"What's happening? Why am I here? Why is she bleeding?!"
His words turned into a stream of bubbles that vanished into the water. He tried to push upward, but the weight of the water dragged them both down. His chest burned, his lungs begging for air. He glanced at her face, peaceful, almost serene and confusion mixed with fear in his eyes.
"Come on… stay with me,"
He thought, even as his strength began to fade. The world dimmed again as his body gave up the fight. The two of them drifted side by side, sinking deeper into the silence. The current caught them both and carried them away, like two forgotten souls lost beneath an endless ocean.
A strange, wet sensation began to drag Goldick slowly back to consciousness, a soft, tickling thing that insistently brushed across his face. He felt a soft giggle escape his lips and mumbled lazily,
"Stop licking my face, you horny woman, or else I'll show you how my tongue can do more than that."
The licking, however, did not stop, and a foul, musky odor now accompanied it. Saliva was dripping onto his nose and across his face, forcing his eyes open in disgusted confusion. He was staring directly into the face of something that looked like a rough, scarred dog.
"A dog?"
He questioned aloud, but its noise was a disturbing, high pitched giggle. It was a hyena. An ugly one. Goldick jolted violently awake, shouting as he shoved the creature away. It yipped and darted off a short distance, watching him from the shadows.
"Why in God's name is there a hyena here?!"
He thought, glancing back at the creature.
"And why does it look so goddamn dumb!?"