"Mother of fuck!" Megan gasped, lifting up onto her hands and looking back at him. Her father really had taught her how to swear like a soldier, though Eldon suspected that Oberon could teach her a curse or two. "I thought it was bad when I lost it riding a bike as a teenager. That was a fuck-ton worse! Do you have your whole arm up in me?" She turned her torso around enough to look closer, and her eyes almost bugged out. "That's your dick? Damn. It feels like you're in my stomach, but I barely have half of you in me."
He gave her unmarked rear cheek a sharp slap and met her eyes. "Think you're ready to see how much you can handle?"
"What are you?" she asked with wonder. "None of my past boyfriends could even last past a simple blowjob. You're not human, I know, but are you some sort of sex god?"
