Rautu indulged her imagination. Her ordered her to the ground and slowly unfurled his loincloth. Each fold brought fresh anticipation, but when he had done, the reaction he recieved was not the one he had expected. He thought that perhaps she was disappointed, judging by her open mouth and terrified eyes, but a creeping smile told him otherwise.
"By the Gods," the commander swore, unable to look away from him. "Are all your men so endowed?"
The Den Assan examined himself and measured his length and width. "I am an average representation of my race," he decided. "Are your men so insignificant?"
She swallowed hard. She was forced to remind herself that the Den Assan was larger than their men in many respects and here was no exception. "It would seem that way from those I witnessed during my time in the Tyferrim Company barracks, and Frewyn men are rumoured to be quite gifted," she said.
His proportions were immense, nearly unreasonable, but to the Den Assan who had only his brothers from whom to judge, he believed he was on the small side in comparison to them. "Is it customary for your women to hesitate in order for men to pursue?" he said when she remained apprehensive. "There is no need. I have named you as mine and I am sworn to fulfill you to honour my obligation."
She rubbed her brow, doubtful of how she would accomodate him. "I am immensely pleased," she said with nervous laughter. "However, I must admit that I have never done this before with one of that general splendor. Perhaps now I understand why you felt so disheartened by pursuit." She felt for the giant and from his worried look suspected that his advances with others were met with much consternation. She smiled and lay down before him, parting her legs and inviting him between them.
He prowled over her and forced his fingers into her tight breach; she was moist and warm, and the taste and scent of which made him immediately prepared. "I warn you, woman, the traditional act of Khopra would harm most of your women." He grazed his large shaft against her thigh and passed his remarkable virility over her mound.
"I am warned," she murmured, reveling in his eagerness. "I am honoured that you feel I should merit such a pleasant and torturous experience. If you promise it will be enlightening, I shall consider doing it more than once."
"You will oblige me, woman," he growled, holding her legs apart, "And you will enjoy it."
His intellect simmered and his eyes narrowed in sudden depravity, his hunger finally surmounting him. He suspended his weight on his powerful knees. He felt his inbred fury rising and was moved to take her hips into his unassailable grip, position himself, and plunge into her.
She bit her lip to silence her cries as the giant forced his distended head into her taut crevice. At first, her body would not allow him entrance, but the more he pushed the more she was forced to widen. She winced, feeling the giant strain his overwhelming size into her. Her limits were quickly exceeded, but any pain she may have felt was soon surpassed by a wave of pleasure when the giant began penetrating her at a constant rate. Her heels grazed his molded backside as it flexed, her breasts were attacked by his teeth, and everything barbaric about his actions was excessively pleasing to herself. She arched her back and endeavoured to relax, allowing her body to accomodate his length and breadth.
Rautu was rapt in a euphoric pleasance as he had never endured before, enjoying the sensation of her thighs wrapped around him as he drove through her breach. The more of him she could accept the more he gave, and she was soon able to contain him down to his substantial base. His undulations became ravening and he cluched the top of her thighs, flinching and seething with every vicious infiltration. The rush of pleasure from each thrust began to motivate his supressed fury. In the midst of his rapture, he reminded himself to remain calm, but the arrival of her warm succulence persuaded him otherwise. His mind was rampant with edacious desire; he must impale her, her must mark her, he must make everyone know that she is his. He forced his immense weight down upon her and rived her unreservedly. His thrusts became thrashes and he roared in the agony of wanting to allow his rage to prevail him; her exquisite form, her fingers digging into his mountainous shoulders, her entreaties of more goaded him into permitting it to happen, but he would not yet show her the extent of his hunger. Rautu's penetrations suddenly slowed. He opened his eyes and took numerous breaths to quiet his mind. His drives remained pleasantly aggressive and he hummed "limon Traala" as her enormous body was wracked with selfish pleasance. His satiation was near. His hands molded against her backside and he held her against himself, exhaling with each pulsation of his fulfillment. He sighed in release and osculated the commander's flesh, tasting his exquisite mate as he spread his warming seed generously within her.
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