Instead of ascending Torvald’s chest, he circled around, traversing the giant’s thigh—a thick, muscular ridge that made his mouth water. The giant shifted slightly, a tremor that quickened Elias’s pulse, but Torvald slept on. Elias pressed forward, descending now toward Torvald’s hips. The air grew thicker, the occasional burst of gas—a warm, pungent wind—only heightening Elias’s anticipation, a smirk tugging at his lips as he imagined the source. Finally, he reached the curve of Torvald’s lower back, the giant’s ass rising before him like a monumental prize—firm, round, and utterly mesmerizing. Elias’s breath hitched, his hands itching to explore as the giant groaned, a low, primal sound, his belly gurgling ominously. Another wave of gas rolled through, hot and heady, and Elias froze, realizing Torvald might wake.
Suddenly, Torvald began to roll over! Elias’s heart leaped into his throat as the massive body shifted, the ground beneath him tilting. But the giant stopped halfway, settling onto his side with a heavy thud. Elias stumbled, catching his balance, only to find himself now facing an entirely new vista—Torvald’s colossal dick loomed before him, a towering presence that dwarfed him in its sheer scale. His breath caught again, a mix of awe and nervous excitement surging through him as he stood there, momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected turn of events.