Holding your hips stock-steady with an iron grip, he begins to bring you down on his behemoth dick. You moan nervously when his flared cockhead begins to cave your asshole in, your tiny trap cock twitching in arousal and already dripping precum. The lubrication from your earlier blowjob helps a lot, Brint’s flare compacting as it penetrates your lewd little hole. The head pushes inexorably, stretching you out around it until you feel like you’re going to split right down the middle and fall in two on his bed, and then suddenly it’s inside and you’re squealing in ecstasy and shuddering in his hands.
“Oh! Oh! Aaaaanh!” you cry out, your voice several octaves higher than it should be and your shaking cock spurting cum straight up into the air. “Oh, my god! Uuunnnh!”
“Mmmmm, that’s right,” Brint murmurs, holding you still for a few seconds while you get over the initial penetration. “Khaak, that’s good.”
It takes you half a minute of shaking, crying out, and moaning before you can even handle more of him. You’ve only just started and you’re already covered in sweat and your own cum, your leg muscles complaining about keeping you upright. Just how hard is this going to be?!
You get your answer when he begins to slide deeper, forcing a loud gasp from your lips as several inches of horsecock slip into your asshole with no more than a wet, slick slurp and a sense of internal euphoria. It’s actually working, you cry in your head over and over. He’s actually fitting that big, fat minotaur cock into my asshole! Your mental process comes to an abrupt stop when you feel a tightening in your ass, the sensation causing your expression to morph into a dreamy smile of bliss.
“Uh?” you question unconsciously, relaxing a little in Brint’s stern grip.
“Hah, that’s good, isn’t it?” Brint chuckles, beginning to drag you up and down across the same spot over and over. “This is how you do it.”