Or so that's the thought that flashes through his mind as that organ presses into him, spreading him wider than he had anticipated. It's soft, thankfully, and it does mold to his insides almost as much as his insides mold to it, yet the pressure is immense and he's left gasping at the sensation. He can feel himself bending to it, how his stomach bulges from the sheer girth and weight of it, and he desperately grabs at Hythlodaeus (finding basically no purchase with how slick he is) as he tries to physically and mentally adjust to it all.
That his legs would be grabbed and held like so, allowing more depth makes him whine from the overwhelming fullness of it all. Yet he clearly isn't stuffed enough, because right as he thinks his spasming insides are claming down, he feels something fill him, he feels that same substance against his back even, in his hair, and on his legs. He blinks in bleary confusion as he looks up at Hythlodaeus best he can given the position, but as more pulses into him he finds himself entirely taken with the sensation. His eyes squeezing shut as he squeezes around that impossibly large cock, the feeling of that fluid oozing out of him as attractive as it is disgusting.
And yet his hips rock against him, wanting more of him, more of it. As if his gasps and moans weren't encouraging enough already.]
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Or so that's the thought that flashes through his mind as that organ presses into him, spreading him wider than he had anticipated. It's soft, thankfully, and it does mold to his insides almost as much as his insides mold to it, yet the pressure is immense and he's left gasping at the sensation. He can feel himself bending to it, how his stomach bulges from the sheer girth and weight of it, and he desperately grabs at Hythlodaeus (finding basically no purchase with how slick he is) as he tries to physically and mentally adjust to it all.
That his legs would be grabbed and held like so, allowing more depth makes him whine from the overwhelming fullness of it all. Yet he clearly isn't stuffed enough, because right as he thinks his spasming insides are claming down, he feels something fill him, he feels that same substance against his back even, in his hair, and on his legs. He blinks in bleary confusion as he looks up at Hythlodaeus best he can given the position, but as more pulses into him he finds himself entirely taken with the sensation. His eyes squeezing shut as he squeezes around that impossibly large cock, the feeling of that fluid oozing out of him as attractive as it is disgusting.
And yet his hips rock against him, wanting more of him, more of it. As if his gasps and moans weren't encouraging enough already.]