Frederic released the breath he was holding, pussy still twitching in white hot sensitivity as the throes of climax finally started to settle. Something was up here. Sex with the imp had been mind blowing like nothing he'd ever known, and it was more than just the fact that his cock was fucking huge. (though admittedly that was a bonus) Oversensitive and sore, he winced as the spent cock slipped out of his ass, and writhed with a long moan as a fountain of cum rushed from his gaped rim. He didn't know if adrenaline combined with orgasms usually meant exhaustion, but one thing was for sure: he was beat.
Standing on shaky legs, he gathered the conked out imp in his arms (after giving in to the temptation of writing his name on the imp's back in cum, or course) Having had himself a childish giggle, it occurred to him that he needed shelter, a cave, perhaps, where he could properly interrogate Zack, as well as rope or strong vines to bind him with. For the first time since waking up, he turned a slow 360 degrees, taking in his environment with an eye out for signs of plant life.