Fauna's stomach churned.
His balls were intimidating in their own right—enormous, swollen, drawn up tight against his body from arousal.
She knew, anatomically, that they were the source—the factory producing seed in quantities she could scarcely imagine.
The thought alone made her dizzy.
'How much semen could something this size hold?'
'Enough to flood a womb completely.'
'Enough to overflow, gush out, guarantee pregnancy with a single release.'
Her face burned hotter.
She looked up at him, flustered and worried as his mother.
"M-Mika." She stammered. "When you...when you do it with other women—that is, intercourse—you always wear a condom, right?"
"You use protection? Safety first like a good boy?"
Mika chuckled warmly, eyes twinkling.
"Not really." He admitted casually. "Condoms were never my thing. I prefer to finish inside—fill them up completely. I love watching it leak out afterward."
"The way it gushes...it's hot."
Fauna's eyes went wide in panic.
