Nathan bit his lip softly.
The heat at the base of his shaft wasn’t just warmth—it was the kind that clung, slow and sticky, like honey from a forbidden hive. It oozed down with a weight that wasn’t just physical, but carnal. Every drop kissed his skin like a lustful ghost begging to be reborn.
Something... warm... dripped at the base of his shaft.
A clear but thick fluid— trickling from between Validia’s thighs,
coating his skin, dripping down and soaking Velmora, who still clung to him like a snake blanket with a fetish for eternal foreplay.
He nearly let it all go.
His eyes looked forward—
to Validia’s neck, now trembling ever so slightly.
But her body... wasn’t the body of someone fulfilled.
It was the body of someone... confused. Unsure.
And in that moment, Nathan remembered.
That time he bathed Validia.
When his body was nearly swallowed—
by something too sacred to name outright.
Back then, he had felt a tiny place, hidden—
a shy, twitching thing
that seemed to beg for attention from a man’s fingers trained not for conquest... but for communion.
"That part..." he whispered.
He couldn’t be selfish.
He couldn’t climax alone.
Not with Validia here.
The gentle giantess who once just wanted to be seen.
he would prove he had changed.
The First Legendary Dick Master smiled inside him.
"I can’t reach the peak alone," he thought.
His hands— which had been kneading her colossal mounds with all the glee of a depraved deity— now stilled.
Then slowly moved down, sliding along her stomach, gliding between breaths that rose and fell like sacred tides.
Velmora, still clinging adorably to his shaft, looked up.
"Hm? Why’d you stop? It was... getting fun..." she mumbled, resting her cheek on the shaft like an overheated plush snake.
But she didn’t complain.
She just let out a small sigh, letting Nathan follow his own rhythm.
Nathan leaned closer, his lips hovering just above Validia’s neck.
"Validia... open your legs," he whispered gently.
Validia opened her eyes— those wide, starlit eyes that always seemed like they belonged to a falling star caught in a winter draft.
Slowly, her massive thighs parted—
opening like ancient temple gates,
revealing a path to a secret she never knew she still wanted to share.
Nathan took a slow breath.
gently parted the holy lips.
It was like unveiling the center of a wet galaxy. His fingertips brushed flesh so soft, so soaked, it almost wept. A hidden world of twitching nerves greeted him—welcoming, quivering. This wasn’t just a pussy. This was a warm cathedral made of longing, stitched from memories that had never been touched.
And there... nestled within, like a jewel...
The cute little thing—
begging not to be forgotten.
With the careful reverence of a treasure hunter,
A silent vow passed through his fingers:
He wasn’t here as a conqueror.
For the cute little thing almost forgotten by the world.
The Almighty PP now hung freely—
no longer trapped between Validia’s thighs,
no longer thrusting back and forth.
Yet it still throbbed wildly.
Still slick with leftover pleasure and absurd lubricant from Velmora,
who continued clinging to it like a living dakimakura with a libido that defied all known mammalian limits.
But Nathan did not give in to temptation.
He could’ve plunged, drowned, and released it all right then and there.
As a man with a lowly masculine soul,
From a maestro who once mastered only the Symphony of Solo Slopping,
to a man who still carried that lowly soul—
but now understood he must not neglect his partner.
That he must honor, and respect,
the Symphony of Beauty: Sloppy, Drippy, and Lovely.
He was no longer playing with breasts—he was handling sacred weapons of pleasure sculpted for worship. Each movement of his palm left a heat-trail, like incense on an altar. Her skin whispered against his touch, telling stories of loneliness, of waiting—until now. Until him. Until this moment of sin-laced reverence.
The gentle giantess who only ever wanted to be held—
without fear of holding back.
she was the center of everything.
Nathan’s middle finger continued its motion,
caressing Validia’s cute little thing—
a part once touched by accident,
now celebrated with full attention.
That small hidden spot, buried inside a mountain of flesh,
But Nathan wasn’t done.
Slowly, his middle finger paused.
Now it was his index finger’s turn to take over.
tracing the warm valley between Validia’s lips of pleasure,
passing by the entrance where her Golden Steam would usually flow—
like a secret doorway to a world left unexplored.
His finger slipped inside the Almighty Meat Gate.
Its wetness felt like the sacred nectar from an altar left behind by goddesses who forgot to build their own temples.
Nathan inhaled slowly.
Then began to adjust his hand.
His index finger was no longer just exploring...
His movement was like that of a fingerstyle guitarist,
strumming divine strings with exquisite precision.
That was what his inner touch whispered.
Touching the cute little thing again.
Each stroke was a note in a symphony that could only be played
by a hand filled with absurd experience... and genuine love.
The rhythm between his fingers wasn’t just skilled—it was dangerous. His thumb pulsed in tandem with her clit, while his index curved with teasing cruelty inside her warmth. Not fast. Not slow. Just... precise. Like a master musician who didn’t play notes—he extracted moans, written in the language of wet obedience
Her arms shook, fists clenched tightly at her sides.
Her massive body, once shivering lightly—
arching like a traditional bow ready to launch something sacred.
Velmora clung tighter to Nathan’s shaft.
"Eh~ you’re not even moving,
but you’re getting harder~" she whispered sweetly.
But Nathan didn’t answer.
He simply gazed at Validia’s trembling neck...
"I’ll make you happy," he whispered.