Flavia shivers as Narsilet's hand runs over that bulge in her body, how so many others hardly touch her with such tender grace, yet to call it so tender when the size of this thing puts her human body to it's sheer limits.
A human body that despite how weak Flavia is, has become so durable to such things. Wonder must wonder if this is the result of how much the thralls and her captive mistress train her. How she can handle such obscene sizes, her weak hands clasping over the angel's touch.
Narsilet seizes her moment, and even Flavia knows it. She knows she would take forever to move, her hands sprawling across the angel's body as she's lifted upwards. The ridges and bumps of this alien shaft, the rounded knot at the bottom that had yet to slot in.
How much would she bulge when it all entered inside, how much could she handle when Narsilet finally chased her release. These thoughts buried away as her hands sink into the angel's chest and drool leaks from her lips.
Flavia is adorable with how she scrambles to hold onto anything, yet she's even more beautiful when the angel releases her. Sliding all the way down, the lewd wet plap of skin colliding as she drops to the bottom. Her eyes roll and her body sways, she's struggling with all her might before the angel lifts her again.
And once again, she's dropped.
"Narr....aunnn...Narr." Words fail to form, she looks down at how Narsilet deforms her belly and yet she's hardly started in earnest. Flavia's hands rush to the other's wrists, there's a mixture of arousal and fear baked into her movements.
Not fear of Narsilet, of what they're doing, but fear she will break and shatter on the rod. Fear? Perhaps, trepidation. Flavia knows it'll happen, she wants it to happen, her desires are a deluge so fine and silky to behold.
Her true wants and needs, as twisted by her whole being as they might be, understand what's about to occur. Yet it's that skip of the heart, the beat of nervousness that makes it all the better.
That she is, always still Flavia, even as she's about to be fucked by Narsilet in a way no one has etched into her body before.
Her whole body clenches, what follows is a body shaking intensity that Flavia can barely keep conscious through. She feels as if she's become a vessel for Narsilet's own desires, used in such a tender hold, but a fierce one nonetheless. Every thrust a bulge that would make the faint of heart falter, yet Flavia is brought instead or orgasm over and over.
She squirts against Narsilet, her tongue lulls out as she barely holds a grip on the other's wrists.
"Narsilet....it's too..too much ..." Her mind is hazy, the world spinning but her well trained body does not allow her to give out. She stays awake through it all, watching as she's brought to the hilt of that shaft. The knot slots inside, stretching her as she can't wiggle free anymore.
Her fingers beg to inch under Narsilet's to interlock both hands in preparing from what's pushing up her shaft. Begging, pleading as she shivers and groans.
Then it enters, at first it's hot like cum, the slow swelling of her womb before the heavy mass hits her. In the midst of an orgasm, of her mind frying at this pleasure and her desires being consumed and unleashed.
Flavia squirts one last time as she throws her head back, more and more that bulge in her belly shaping into a more rounded and more motherly look.
"W-what...what is...happening hnhn..."
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