Prehensile (Commission for warmghost)

TAGS: M/M, Hyper, Prehensile Cock, Growth/Expansion, Smothered

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((Sorry, hit the word limit again))

Jack had lost count of the amount of times he’d written down those words or some variation thereof. Ever since he’d met Sam via a mutual chat group for those interested in extreme sizes, the two of them had spent a significant chunk of their time interacting with one another coming up with brand new and innovative ways to make one another blush heavily at the words they wrote on the screen. Playful teasing inevitably led to foreplay and then eventually to full on kink roleplay, which itself had a consistently high chance of breaking through the chat program’s limitations on how many words could be written down on one single message, forcing the both of them to use text processors and then copy-paste chunks of their next reply. It was… an interesting way to interact with one another, especially once they began discussing the possibility of bringing it outside the realm of the purely digital.

In the few occasions where they interacted for long periods of time without it descending into some kind of lewd exchange, the two of them found out they actually lived quite close to one another; or, more accurately, the “country home” that Sam called his own was close enough to Jack’s apartment that the latter could easily get in his car and drive out to meet his newest friend without having to waste too much gas. The dog found it odd that the lizard on the other side of the screen chose to live almost completely isolated from the rest of society, especially in an area of the county that was mostly just woodland, but as they themselves put it, they enjoyed their privacy. It was a topic that occasionally came up as the two slowly worked their way towards asking one another something they’d been meaning to for a while, yet never found the courage to really take the extra step to actually ask it, until one day Jack decided to throw caution to the wind and force the issue.

“So, when are we meeting up then? xD”

It was a simple question, and indeed Sam’s reaction in his own home was to just flinch slightly at the openness of it before his mind immediately went to a lot of places that left his cheeks burning and his mind racing. It’d be disingenuous to claim that he hadn’t considered the possibility of inviting the canine over to his place, given the impossibility of him going to theirs, but to have Jack ask the question took care of whatever concerns he might’ve had about whether or not they were enjoying their newfound relationship as much as the lizard himself was. It was a weight off his shoulders, if nothing else, and gave him the confidence boost needed to start making some real plans, even if he still hadn’t broken the most important bit of news to his soon-to-be-guest.

In all honesty, he didn’t even know how to do it, hence why he’d made it a consistent theme in every single roleplay session the two had engaged in. Surely, if he introduced an element that felt fantastical and unrealistic and Jack replied by not only being fully on-board with it but even suggesting a few “improvements” to really spice things up, then surely this meant that he was slowly easing the canine into accepting the concept in general, thus softening the impact for when the two met face to face and the dog was suddenly made aware that it was a lot less fantasy than it first appeared. Truth be told, how else was he supposed to do it? Every time he’d tried to claim it was true beforehand, his words had been dismissed as just empty bluster, even having led to a few friendships being broken because people didn’t believe him and Sam himself frankly didn’t have a camera with a wide enough lens to fully capture his whole glory; thus, his decision to try and sneak the truth into this carefully-woven narrative the two had crafted to enjoy themselves during their free time.

Sam had a problem. Or rather, he had a unique condition that the world in general made a problem, given that it just wasn’t built for people like him; there might be hypers out there who were quite large, even a few macro-level individuals that needed entire apartment blocks to house them just to keep them out of the elements, but those were standard stuff, nothing but volume to worry about. The main problem with Sam was that his body in general was perfectly normal, only scraping out of average territory by virtue of being more toned than most people’s thanks to his strict workout schedule; the issue was his cock, which was… hard to describe. It was as if the universe had taken the words “trouser snake” and decided to make it very much a literal reality in the lizard’s case, except this snake was less a python and far more of an upscaled titanoboa, being of a size so immense that there really was no other choice for him other than to have his own place built to specification. It wasn’t like other hypers, who could at least try and keep themselves contained via compressor gear or extremely restrictive clothing; every time Sam tried the former, his body reacted by expanding violently, even if temporarily, and the thought of even experimenting with the latter made his skin crawl at the notion of shoving that monstrous shaft into… well, anything.

He appreciated his freedom, especially given that the sheer size disparity between himself and his dick was such that it often served as an improvised form of locomotion for him; all Sam had to do was heave himself up in the air and then that thing, prehensile and fully controllable as it was, could easily be used to move his entire body around, even managing to swing him between trees or rapidly slither on the forest floor. More than once, he had been confused for a snake by someone out in the distance, and more than once he found pictures of himself in websites dedicated to cryptids, invariably attached to longwinded articles about a “prehistoric mega-snake” that lived in those woods and evidence for which always ended up being a blurry image with extremely low resolution. Still, it was enough for Sam to start wondering whether he should put up signs indicating where his property line started, because the last thing he wanted was for someone to find out that this “snake” was actually his cock.

Still, this was just a minor concern in the grand scheme of things. At the present, his biggest issue was that his house was starting to feel a bit empty after so long living by himself, and the thought of having Jack over was enticing in far more ways than one; sure, the two of them were probably going to end up just fucking for hours on end, but before they got to that it was quite likely that they could squeeze some time together just chatting about mutual interests, or maybe even snuggling on the couch if the canine so felt inclined. And even after they were done exploring every avenue of carnal pleasure possible, what was stopping them from getting a bath together, then enjoying a good meal, cooked with fresh ingredients from Sam’s own vegetable patch? It was a bit of a domestic fantasy, yes, but one that was entirely within the lizard’s reach, one that he did not intend to let go of if he had the chance to hold on.

So the two made plans, exchanging schedules and arranging for Jack to head out to the dirt trail that led up to Sam’s place, where the two would meet, exchange pleasantries, then head over to somewhere even more private than out in the middle of the woods. This wouldn’t be the case, obviously; the lizard wanted to surprise his soon-to-be friend with benefits, not simply have them drive up to the edge of the greenery to see a colossal, snakelike shaft waiting for them. Thus, when the day came and Jack sent them a message letting them know they would be there within approximately ten or so minutes, Sam didn’t get up from his chair; rather, he had his cock pull his chair over to the security monitors he kept on a corner of his bedroom, where he eagerly waited for the camera feed to show him something, anything driving up to front gate. Almost exactly six hundred seconds later, the practically-still image was disturbed by the appearance of a motor vehicle, which slowed to a crawl in front of the chain-link fence before a very confused-looking canid opened the driver’s side door and stumbled around looking for where Sam might be.

Chuckling quietly to himself at the sight, the lizard leaned onto a microphone and pressed the intercom button, seriously spooking Jack when he spoke up to let them know that he was “unfortunately preoccupied” with preparing for their day together, and was extremely sorry that he couldn’t meet him out there at the front gate. He also let them know they were free to bring the car over and leave it parked in front of his place, in addition to a few extra things that left the dog feeling so hot and bothered that their blushing was almost visible through the black-and-white camera feed in the few seconds before they stuffed themselves back into the car. It was a little white lie on Sam’s part, but he figured Jack would be okay with it once he saw just who and what was waiting for him.

Meanwhile, the dog in the car was beginning to think that he might’ve bit off a bit more than he could chew the moment he saw that Sam’s place, rather than being an actual country home, looked more akin to a massive industrial warehouse that someone plopped down in the middle of the woods and then seriously refurbished to make it look like a large residence, complete with a garden, a small farm patch, and even what looked to be a workshop with power tools and a few broken-down engine parts. The whole thing seemed entirely out of place in the woodlands it was constructed in, and appeared to come straight out of some odd, post-apunkalyptic show or video game rather than being something that an actual person lived in. Still, the “house” was there, Sam had talked to him over the intercom, and there was indeed a garage that he could park his car in (which was odd, given the lack of any other vehicles around), so despite his concerns, the canid turned off the engine, left his vehicle, and then slowly made his way to the double-wide front door.

He was almost afraid to see what might be waiting for him inside. He’d never actually seen pics of Sam before, only gotten references to him being a “lizard with a large lizard”, something that never failed to make him cringe and yet laugh at the same time; he was expecting an eccentric young man with an extra-huge satellite dish attached to the side of some random farmhouse with a large barn next to it, not… whatever this was. It was thus with a non-insignificant amount of trepidation that he walked up to the door and knocked on it a couple of times, then stood back to wait for something strange to happen and completely knock the wind out of his sails. Which, to be fair to him, did actually happen; just not in the way he was expecting it to.

Jack had seen his fair share of dicks in his time, sometimes in person, sometimes not. He’d seen them all: micro, macro, regular and everything in between and without. But the last thing he expected to see when that door was opened was a very large, very drippy, very clearly glazed cocktip taking up the entirety of the now-open doorway. He managed to see this for the five or six seconds he had before it lunged forward, seemingly possessed of a mind of its own as it wrapped around his entire body, its thick, leathery surface tight against his chest and legs, constricting both his movement and ability to breathe. The canine didn’t know whether to be mortified or positively thrilled; on the one hand, he was suffocating, on the other, it was a gigantic, snakelike member that was doing it, leading to some incredibly confusing feelings boiling around inside of his head.

These would be resolved after he was pulled inside, the sunlight vanishing in favor of more artificial one as he emerged into what looked to be some kind of massive expo hall, or a cutaway of a gigantic dollhouse, or something in between; there was drywall everywhere, he could see plenty of rooms wherever he looked, and for some reason there were metal bars jutting out of random surfaces at extremely odd angles, all of which were things that Jack was just barely aware of given that he was still being compressed to the point of being barely able to think straight, let alone inhale or process any complex emotion beyond panic. All of it would eventually stop though; the dog’s journey brought him through multiple different rooms until he realized he was being taken down a flight of stairs, at which point a trapdoor closed above his head, even more lights were turned on, and he found himself… in a very large bedroom.

It was enormous, easily as big as his entire apartment put together, even if the furnishings were about the same size as his own, barring the king-sized bed of course. There was a lot of empty space to go around with random amenities thrown into it, like exercise equipment, bookshelves laden with comic books, and a whole gaming setup covering a significant portion of one of the walls. It was like visual noise, loud enough to overwhelm him, with the only thing capable of keeping him tied to reality being that gigantic trouser snake that refused to let go of him. It was only after Jack tried to look up to see where it was coming from that he noticed that it was, indeed, attached to someone, not just some kind of monstrous autonomous phallus: there, lying down on the bed with a single raised eyebrow and an expression that could charitably be described as alluring, or perhaps even charming, was a lizard, hopefully Sam. Once more, this left the dog even more confused than before, because he was very certain the two of them had actually roleplayed this exact scenario beforehand, blurring the line between reality and fantasy to such a degree that he began to wonder if he was even still awake.

A few more seconds of failing to breathe properly answered that question for him, as did Sam’s worried look after realizing he had gone a bit too overboard on how tightly he was holding onto his visitor. The lizard broke out into a myriad of apologies as he commanded his limb-like cock to soften up slightly, letting go of Jack’s chest so the poor guy could actually inhale properly rather than take short, raspy breaths that had left him tunnel-visioning and about to scream for help. Even then, there were still a lot of answers left to give, because one didn’t just get yanked off their feet and flown through a warehouse in the middle of the woods by a cock the size of a giant snake without having at least some questions about the whole process; to his credit, Sam listened patiently and didn’t interrupt even when he figured he should, deciding it’d be best to let Jack get everything out of their system before saying anything. Jack himself didn’t stop until nearly ten minutes later, most of which was spent barely making sense as his words mingled together into a confusing, almost impossible-to-understand mess that the lizard nodded along to. Only after the canine stopped talking for more than ten seconds did the homeowner open his mouth, and even then only to say:

“Yeah, my cock is this big.”

Six words, only five of which mattered, and none of whom were in any way reassuring to the many, many concerns still swimming in Jack’s mind. Yet somehow, despite how useless that response was, it actually did manage to assuage some of the dog’s worries to some degree, at least enough that he allowed his muscles to relax… though just a bit; he was still being held by the same dick that raised all the questions to begin with. The canine gestured towards the ground, only to be carried over to the bed instead, where that distressingly-prehensile appendage nimbly placed him right next to the lizard it belonged to, undoing the knot placed around his chest and deftly slithering away as if friction was just a suggestion. It was literally like one of the many fantasy scenarios the two of them had played out in their roleplaying sessions, and now Jack began to wonder just what else was true, especially once he dared to look down and confirmed that yes, Sam’s nuts really were about as big as a cock of that size would suggest. Suddenly things weren’t quite so simple.

“Am I gonna get an answer, or…”

Jack tried to say something, but had to trail off as soon as he saw what Sam was doing. It felt unnatural, to a degree, to see that gigantic cock slowly making its way up into the air from behind the lizard, quietly rustling along the carpet before its tip raised itself like some kind of incredibly oddly-shaped cobra. There wasn’t a lot that could be said there; Sam himself kept his single raised eyebrow and a smarmy grin stamped on his face, as if he knew exactly what was going through his visitor’s head (which, to be fair, wasn’t exactly difficult to guess), while the prehensile phallus above him moved about hypnotically, practically taunting the canid with how much it could accomplish given its elasticity and apparent length. Honestly, it was only at that point that Jack actually bothered to try and measure it, but as soon as he noticed that the tree-trunk-thick member left Sam’s groin, made its way over the bed, towards the middle of the room, then turned back around and still managed to nearly reach the ceiling as it loomed over him… well, suffice it to say that the blush on his face was significantly brighter than any of the lights shining from up above. Why ask for an answer when none was necessary? That cock was there; time to use it properly.

The thought of snugs or cuddling very quickly left both of their minds once Jack began to haphazardly remove his clothes, Sam’s being nude helping quite a lot seeing as he could now help his soon-to-be-lover. All the while, the lizard kept his fifth limb firmly where it was, “watching” over them as it dripped dollop after thick dollop of precum onto the both of them, leaving their bodies nice and shiny by the time they were both fully exposed. Poor Jack could do little more than stare upwards at that thick, meat snake, his hungry eyes doing all the talking for him as they grew wider the closer the cock’s tip got to him; with a little boop on the forehead, Sam clearly displayed how much power and control he held over that thing, before having it pull back… and then immediately lunge forwards towards his guest.

The canid flinched reflexively, but as soon as he felt the warmth of the pulsating, throbbing dick envelop him, he knew he was in good… alright, not hands, but close enough. He even managed to wriggle a bit now that Sam figured out how tightly they could hold him without it being painful, hoping to play a bit into their mutual kinks as he pretend-struggled against the immense phallus “holding” him in place. It was, to a certain point, genuinely unnerving to see that thing move; from the way it slithered around with no resistance, it felt like it should be slimy, but instead was nothing if not warm and solid to the touch, barring a few precum smears. It should be heavy, seeing as how it was thick enough to probably occupy the backseat of a car, and yet it moved with a kind of agility that a proper snake would display, despite being… well, a cock. A metaphorical snake, but not a literal one, and yet somehow its motions were as graceful and entrancing as the real deal’s.

Jack didn’t have a lot of time to wax philosophical on the nature of dicks though, given that the one grabbing him seemed to be finding new and inventive ways to squeeze as much room out of his body as it could under Sam’s watchful eye. One could be forgiven for thinking the lizard was firmly in control of the situation, but in reality, the shit-eating grin and the tantalising sideways pose were merely a facade, a ruse meant to lure his lover into a false enough sense of security that they would finally close their damned eyes and enjoy themselves so that he could let loose a bit. Having to prepare everything and wait for the right opportunity was hell for Sam, who found that the closer he could feel the canid getting to him, the harder it was to contain himself; he was already significantly larger than his flaccid state, having easily gained a good ten or so feet of length on his cock and about five or six on each nut, and actually grabbing onto the canine’s fuzzy body had only made this worse. Now that Jack was there in front of him, fully accepting of their fate and perfectly at peace with being slowly squeezed by a shaft as titanic as that one, the only thing Sam really wanted to do was… let go.

Let go and grow, finally allowing himself to feel all the sensations he’d been repressing up until that point for the sake of setting up and springing the surprise he had planned. No reason to keep those things bottled up, not now that the cat was out of the bag; best to let them wash over him, to let them fill his form and well up before heading down, the bedroom very quickly being filled by the low, groaning moan of stretching leather, and the creaking of wooden boards as the bed he rested on began to notice that the weight on top of it was reaching critical levels. Sam couldn’t help it though, it was stronger than him; the moment he broke down his own barriers and let the horny take over was the moment he started gaining inches with each heartbeat, thickening up in addition to lengthening out, with both of his balls filling up to a nearly dangerous degree. This was in spite of him being in full flow already; his cock might be twisted into a complicated pseudo-knot around Jack’s body, but it was so thick that it barely even mattered, giving his pre plenty of room to be pumped through the damned thing’s full length and straight onto the dog’s head, seeing as the lizard made sure to keep his tip at showering distance.

The bed wouldn’t be lasting much longer, but that was fine, he could always just build a new one; or, better yet, order something that could survive more than half of a sexual encounter, because the amount of wriggling around that Jack was getting to, not to mention the sounds coming out of his throat, fully convinced the lizard that this was not something that should be kept as a one-off. Oh no, the dog was going to stick around for more, he’d see to that himself; not that it was that difficult, given that the canid was firmly stuck somewhere they couldn’t escape from, but it was always nice to have a plan going forward.

Almost as nice as what was going on with the cock holding Jack in place, because there was no stopping it now that things were progressing at full speed. Sam had done his best to hold back and contain himself, especially given that he wanted to make sure his partner was fine with what was about to happen, but now that he had confirmation and didn’t need to worry anymore, limitations and self-imposed restrictions felt… unnecessary. And with this new mindset came a certain amount of freedom, freedom to expand his horizons in a very literal sense; after all, his snakelike limb had already grown several feet purely out of anticipation, so having his lover there all wrapped up and snug in its coils could only lead to one place: more growth.

Growth that insisted on spilling over to other parts of him that were also dangling between his legs, growth that very quickly asserted itself and needed Sam to help guide it to keep the dog from suffocating beneath burgeoning coils that could barely be controlled. The lizard could only dig his fingers into the mattress as he slowly moved himself so his chest would be facing the ceiling, giving him a perfect view over what was happening so he knew where to direct his cock for maximum effect… and coincidentally letting him see just how enormous it was getting and how much of a problem it was turning out to be. Truth be told, he hadn’t had anyone in that bedroom for a very, very long time, long enough that his shaft hadn’t been nearly as large as it was nowadays; so, to look down at himself and see that not only was his cock already big enough to loom over the whole bed, but did so after coiling around it and several bits of furniture left Sam unable to think properly.

All he wanted was to grow even bigger, thicker, longer, stronger, to have that serpentine manhood of his fill up the entire room and then keep going until both Jack and himself were buried underneath it, until the walls themselves groaned from the strain of having to keep him in there… and this wasn’t even touching the fact that his nuts had burgeoned outwards as well, picking up in mass and filling at an equally fast rate compared to the cock they were pumping pre and cum into. The bedsprings had already given up the ghost by that point, loudly snapping in half just as the bed’s frame itself cracked into pieces from the weight, even if most of Sam’s dick was technically on the ground and held in midair; those balls alone, looming and massive, big enough that it was doubtful that their owner could even walk anymore, were heavy enough to completely wreck the wooden boards and send the lizard and the mattress he was on careening towards the floor. Then again, this hardly even mattered; by the time the impact coursed through his body, Sam was focused exclusively on getting as much of his cock around Jack as possible, a difficult task given that it was becoming so thick that any knot it could make would be bigger than the dog himself!

A dog that was in such an overwhelmed state that he couldn’t even do anything at all. He’d love to wriggle around, play the part of the helpless victim for his dearest Sam, but really, how could he when every inch of him was being smothered by an increasingly viscous and cum-glazed titan-sized snake? The lizard was lucky that their lover was even conscious at all, with Jack having to fight against his own arousal trying to blank his mind out every other second in a desperate attempt at preserving whatever was left of his battered psyche. Having to deal with a fantasy kink scenario in real life wasn’t something that the canid expected to do within his lifetime (at least, not outside virtual reality), and while the two of them had plenty of experience imagining what such a scenario would be like, now that he was having it happen… to say that it was “better” would be an insult to it, because “better” implied that the two things were somehow comparable, when in truth the real deal was so far beyond Jack’s ability to describe it that the only thing he could do was drool and moan as whorishly loudly as he could, knowing that no one else but Sam was there to hear him.

What else could he do? It wasn’t as if he could move, that cock wasn’t letting him; Sam wasn’t about to relinquish his hold over him any time soon either, and Jack himself didn’t want them too either, leaving the two stuck in a tug-of-war that neither of them wanted to win and yet had to play anyway while making some of the lewdest sounds they had ever heard coming out of either of their throats, all while the room was filled by the gurgling of the lizard’s cum factories and what sounded like that gigantic shaft slithering and crawling against itself. It was everything that Jack could’ve ever wanted, hence why he’d probably already discharged a couple of times already, but even his copious loads failed to even begin to compare to what his partner was capable of producing.

Even at the size that he was at, Sam was still more than capable of flooding his whole room, hence why he had drains installed on the floor just in case he produced a bit more than usual overnight or happened to get lost while exploring his own body. These drains were designed to take him at his worst, but they failed to account for any situation where the lizard was so unbelievably aroused that his shaft simply grew over the grates and prevented them from venting any of the cum that he so handily spurted onto every single surface; despite the length of his snakelike limb, the pressure of each load as his nuts clenched to deliver it was enough to get a long, wide spurt of his seed to splash against whatever his tip was pointed at, mostly the ceiling or one of the walls, very occasionally slathering up Jack in a shower of spunk that left the poor guy reeling and begging for more. Not a lot Sam could do to stop it either; he had lost control of his own productivity and the only way to fix that was to blow his gasket and vent all of it… which was a slight issue considering he still wasn’t anywhere close to climax.

‘Twas a slight problem that came with having a dick that large and that malleable, that the bigger it got, the more stimulation it demanded before it reached its limit and the floodgates were opened wide. And with Jack being such a wonderfully warm, fluffy, fuzzy squeeze toy, especially one that insisted on trying to move around underneath that cocoon of cockmeat he was buried under, Sam found himself constantly egged on to provide more, even when the dog was already completely buried and all the lizard could do was add more layers of his shaft onto the thick knot keeping his lover in place high above him. With the atmosphere heating up from all the musky scents emanating from the both of them, not to mention the copious amounts of fluids leaking all over the place, Sam was stuck in between a constantly rising sense of arousal and an equally-burgeoning cock demanding ever more.

It was an unstable equilibrium that couldn’t really last for much longer than a few minutes, but those were the best minutes that either of the two males had ever experienced in their lives. Jack, trapped underneath multiple layers of cockflesh, writhing and squirming around and over his body, unable to move or even breathe properly as every single smothering and hyper fantasy of his was brought to life. Sam, powerless to stop it as his cock practically developed a mind of its own, growing and thickening until it occupied most of the bedroom, snaking along the ground, against the walls and even slamming against the ceiling at some points while gallons of his spunk coursed through its long interior and blasted against whatever that body-sized cocktip was pointed at; his nuts, too, inflated beyond belief, so large that they threatened to bury him all by themselves if he didn’t do something about it, all while the lizard very much did not want to do anything about it.

The orgasm sneaked up on him before he even knew it was there, running into him at full-speed and knocking every ounce of oxygen from his lungs as soon as Sam opened his mouth and let loose the loudest screaming moan that he had ever had the pleasure of manifesting, his whole body, cock and balls included, trembling for half a second before it went silent… and the promptly roared back into action as those colossal cumtanks of his clenched so hard they lost almost a foot of circumference just on the first go, pumping goodness knows how many gallons of cum straight through his gigantic manhood. These would take a while to get to the very end of it, giving the lizard’s balls further time to clench and tighten again and again, more and more loads being queued up in a way that would make even his already-enormous release and flooding look like nothing in comparison; by the end of it all, the whole room was going to be caked in a thick layer of spunk, every electronic piece of equipment would need a replacement, and the clean-up post-facto would probably take days… but Sam didn’t care.

How could he, when it was exactly what he had always wanted? To stop it would be a disservice both to himself and to Jack, the poor little canid whose body was so wracked by pleasure that they had already emptied out completely, their cock twitching in the small amount of room it had to do so as it failed to pour anything out, leaving him high and dry while surrounding by a gigantic hose-like cock that was itself so stuffed that the canine could barely even hear his own thoughts from how loud the cum currents were… exactly the way he liked it, the way he’d dreamed of and envisioned it, brought to life so he, and only he could experience it. Sam, meanwhile, was barely there at all; his mind was a complete blank, his muscle memory and instincts had taken over, and now all that was left to do was lie there and wait for his cock to empty out the room-dominating pair of nuts pumping out load after load. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was exactly what he and Jack both wanted; after all, they’d spent months going through that exact same scenario, in addition to a few other similar ones, in their private messaging to one another, so surely neither of them would really mind if they remained “trapped” there for the foreseeable future.

No need for any concern, no need for any worry, no need to think about whether or not they’d be able to disentangle the cock knot and let Jack get away from it, just the everlasting, ever-present warmth of a titanoboa of a shaft constantly dumping gallon after gallon of hot, tar-like spunk all over the remains of the bed, Sam himself, the ground and whatever else happened to be in the way. Just the sounds of sloshing, of churning, of the stretching of skin and the slithering of scales as that gigantic manhood slowly thickened for every second of climax. Just the two of them, together at long last, waiting for it all to be over so they’d be able to bask in the afterglow.

Whenever that happened to be.