A strange sensation crept over him, a subtle but insistent tug that broke through the haze of his fervor. He cast his gaze downward, and his breath caught as he saw it—the asshole was pulling him in, its grip tightening with a slow, deliberate force that sent a tremor up his spine.
A deep, ominous rumbling began to echo around him, vibrating through the walls of muscle and skin as he found himself inside, enveloped by the giant’s body in a way he hadn’t anticipated. A shiver of uncertainty rippled through his frame, threading itself into the wild thrill that had driven him this far. The heat was suffocating now, pressing against him from all sides, and the pressure clamped down like a vice, amplifying the low, guttural growl of Torvald’s awakening. What had started as a game of dominance, a dance where Elias held the reins, now teetered precariously on the brink of something far wilder—something vast and untamed that threatened to wrest control from his grasp entirely.
Yet, even as the rumbling swelled into a deafening roar, shaking him to his bones, Elias’s smirk flickered back to life—a jagged mix of fear and defiance twisting his lips. He was daring the volcano to erupt, taunting it with every fiber of his being. Then, with one final, relentless pull, he surrendered to the pull and went all the way in. The air thickened around him, heavy and oppressive, and suddenly a thunderous fart erupted with apocalyptic force. The stench hit him like a tidal wave, a rancid, choking miasma that clawed at his throat and stung his eyes until they streamed with tears. His once-triumphant smirk faltered, crumbling under the assault as the noxious cloud overwhelmed him, drowning out the exhilaration that had fueled his reckless plunge. Gagging, he flailed in the suffocating darkness, the giant’s crude rebuttal roaring through the cavernous space—an unceremonious reminder of the power he’d provoked. Torvald’s body had answered his challenge, not with the fiery eruption he’d craved, but with a humiliating blast that left Elias reeling. His bravado shattered as he wondered, through the haze of watering eyes and burning lungs, whether he’d finally ignited more than his daring soul could withstand.
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