His erection billows, growing continuously as it comes up, stretching the skin thin over vein and muscle. The bulbous head stands smooth and glorious, shining purple and fit to burst. He is huge, even beyond my imaginings. My poor little slit couldn’t possibly take him and yet it is screaming to try. I am so proud of him and elated at his response to my body. He brings the sword up in front of his chest but the smile stays on my face. If only I could feel him inside me before my end comes. I open my legs wider and push my hips out, trying to beckon him in. The rage has dropped from his face but still he frowns, fighting the desire within. His sword comes down but gently, going away from me and resting harmlessly upon the hay bale. He mutters something under his breath but I don’t catch it.
