Nerith pitched forward, hands to her mouth, but couldn't hold back the flood. A thick, white semen stream spilled over her lips, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest.
It was a bitter, metallic, overpowering taste, and it made her stomach heave violently, instinctively.
"Blugggghhhhh... couggghhh... hweeeegggghhhhhhh..."
She slipped and fell to the ground, where she was on her hands and knees. She choked, and a sharp, wet cough came up from her throat. Her body was trying to get rid of the foreign substance. Burning and thick. As the thick liquid went back up her throat, she threw up.
Her face was wet with tears, mingled with the white stain on her chin. A deep, empty ache settled in her chest, a sadness beyond the physical pain of her throat.
