You tremble in fear as your new owner slowly lowers you. You're technically invincible, but that doesn't mean that he can't still torture you in other ways. You look down at the giant stain on the bed from the load he released and shudder. You brace yourself to be placed underneath his giant musky sack again, but to your surprise, you're taken somewhere else.
The Bull takes a moment to rub your helpless body against the tip of his member. You almost think he's going to shove you inside, but he pulls away once you're coated in bovine cum. He then moves you around, your body slowly trailing to the other side to give you a view of his toned rear. He lifts his tail to reveal his hole, coated with sweat after rubbing one out earlier.
You can hear Bruce's voice from above. "Since you're indestructible, little bug, you're going to get more intimate with me than any other living creature has before. You're going deep in my musky ass, and I'm gonna keep you there for as long as I want." He laughs and brings you closer. The scent of male musk and heat coming from inside are intense even from outside. If you weren't able to survive being crushed earlier, you'd have doubts that you'd make it back out of here alive. Even now, you were still worried.
"Make sure you squirm, bug. I want to really feel you in there." With that, he suddenly pushes you inside. The cum you're covered in lubes you up nicely, and all it takes is one finger to pack you inside. The powerful clenching muscles take it from there.
You're instantly assaulted by raw male musk and unbearable heat as the anal walls undulate from all sides, sending you deeper and deeper. The inside of the bull's ass is like a foul sauna, the fetid air choking you with his scent. You're dragged further and further inside, unable to tell up from down as the greedy intestines take you further within your master.
The further you go, the more unbearable the smell is. The heat of the bovine's insides saps away at your strength. You may be invincible, but you can still get tired, it seems. The last things you hear before you pass out are the faint sounds of moans as your captor revels in the feeling of you succumbing deep inside him.
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