He started with Hua.
Not because she was next in line — there was no line. There was just the cave, the sealed entrance, the three women arranged across the stone floor in different varieties of devastation, and his cock, which had not softened and showed no intention of softening.
He started with Hua because she was paralyzed and looking at him with the wide, unblinking stare of a woman whose body had been taken once already and whose mind was still trying to construct a framework for what had happened and was failing.
He knelt between her legs.
"No — please — not again — I'm still — my pussy is still—"
'Phack.'
"HIEEKK~!!"
He drove into her swollen, freshly-deflowered pussy in one stroke. Her body, still partially paralyzed by the residual toxin, arched off the floor — the motion involuntary, the muscles firing in response to stimulus they couldn't resist. Her small tits — firm, pink-nippled, marked with bite bruises from the dead men — pressed flat against his chest.
