It felt like an eternity before Asher felt the walls relax just a fraction. Slowly, agonizingly, he began to move. He withdrew almost completely, leaving only the swollen head of his member teasing the entrance, before driving back in, slow, heavy, and inexorable, until he was buried to the hilt.
Every time he sank into the depths, Ewan felt a terrifying fullness, as if his internal organs were being rearranged, his stomach pushed up by the intrusion. The depth of the penetration was staggering. It triggered a primal fear in his hindbrain, warring with the biological ecstasy of being filled.
"Ah, umm ah... Slow, slow down a bit... too deep, it's too deep!"
