"Look down…"
She did, her gaze drifting down her trembling body, past her bunched-up gown. And then she saw it. At first, it was just a shadow, something ominous and promising. Then, like some forbidden magic trick, a bulbous tip pushed into view, proud and daring.
"Oh… oh my…"
Her breath hitched, her eyes going wide as saucers.
"That's right," he murmured, his hot breath fanning her ear and sending shivers through her. "It's big. And that's just the start, my lady. Just you fucking wait."
The tip gave way to a thick, veined shaft that seemed to go on forever, like it had ambitions of touching the floor. Inch by glorious inch, it emerged, standing tall and commanding, until the entire length was revealed in all its intimidating glory.
"O-oh dear."
She whispered, clutching his hands tighter as if they were the only thing grounding her to reality. Her mind was doing gymnastics, trying and failing to comprehend the sheer size of the beast.
