"What…what are you trying to do?"
Ilkaalt stammered upon seeing the predatory glint in Konrad's glance. Worse…or better, depending on standpoints, as he stepped toward her, his already massive rod grew in length and girth, until it stood at more than thirty-three centimeters, thereby going from an imposing shaft to a nightmarish monster.
And for Ilkaalt, whose own height was merely 1.65 meters, the thought of taking in a rod 1/5 her size, was nothing short of dreadful. But at that time, the eternal "would it fit" question sprang within her mind, showcasing the power of the subjunctive, and the self-destructive nature she kept hidden beneath that buxom exterior.
"Hammer you."
