Fine, fine... let me see what I can do.

After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily; 
however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall of a chest filling
with air curiously absent.

She stared up expressionlessly at the man astride her.
The ecstatic expression he had worn as he burst inside
her had melted to alarm, and then to pain and terror, as
her final contractions had actually caused his member
to burst within her.  With a howl of agony, he pulled 
himself from her; she, in turn, made no move either to
prevent him or push him away.

Suddenly, she sat up, still staring at him with her unearthly 
eyes.  He watched, transfixed, as blood and semen oozed 
from her vagina, mingling together to form a viscous pink 
substance.  He recognized it, and his horror grew.

Without bothering to pick up his clothes, or even to 
bandage his terrible wound, he bolted from the room,
and ran screaming into the night.

He had often said how he would give anything to sleep
with her... it seemed, in fact, that he had given everything.

She got to her feet, and gazed out the window at his
retreating form.  She could feel the gel as it seeped from
her, down her leg, and pooled at her feet.

"Key loses more friends this way..."

==========

Sorry, gang...

I've been wondering what would have happened if Key
had taken up Tamari's offer, and posed for V/A's camera.
Can you picture her like that, or maybe working in Soapland?

I can, and it strikes me as the reverse of the old Superman/
Lois Lane essay "Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex"  There
isn't a man alive who could endure Robot Key's, uh, "special
services."  And so, here we are.

Hope ya liked it, Lurker-san... you asked for it.

Itsu mo,
Ucchan  ^_^

(who would still like to DARE anyone to write a lemonfic
 entitled "Bento"; keeping in mind that the word means
 'box lunch')  ^_~