10-10-2015, 11:41 PM
Twofor began to pull out of the boy's rear end. Then he slid back in. And out. And in. Before long he settled into a comfortable rhythm of thrusting in and out of the Earthen, Thomas' hole. "I hope you enjoy the idea of carrying, Earthen -- you'll be fat with my son soon enough, and again after that!" He imagined the handsome Earthen with his belly all swollen, his spine bent, his hands on back where the weight was most painful... he imagined hearing the boy calling out to him. "My back is sore, master," he said pitifully. "It's no wonder, with the size of the son you put inside me." That was the clincher. His head fell backwards as he came, his seed exploding from his body into the welcoming channel of his posterior. If the boy wasn't Blessed with a Myrmidon son by this, surely no one could do it.