"What about it?"
"The size."
"Of what?"
She stopped and blinked at him. "Do you not have any idea how large your cock is? Compared to other humanoids?"
"Is that good?"
"Yes. It's good. It's great. It's awesome."
"Okay." He raised his eyebrow. "But won't it hurt?"
"Why would it hurt?"
"I have been told something so large would hurt."
She put her hand on his shoulder. "If it hurt, then someone wasn't ready for you. And if she's not ready, then you didn't get her ready."
He nodded. "It is my job to make sure that you are stretched and ready for me?"
"Yes, that is part of your job when being intimate with a woman. Did you not know that?"
Now it was his turn to grin at her. "I knew that."
She smacked him on the arm. "Then why did you let me go on."
"Because I wanted to see what you would tell me."
"Of course, you did."
"So, how much help do you need to be ready for me?" he asked as he stroked her hips and her legs.
"I don't know," she said and rocked her hips into his. "I feel pretty good right now."
"I doubt it," he said. "After all, I am considered quite large."
"You are going to work that, aren't you?"
"Since it seems to be such a big deal to you, absolutely, I am."
He stroked her hip and around to her center and started feeling the skin there. Heat. There was heat there. She was warm for him.
She moaned as he stroked the edges and moved slowly to the center, stroking that soft, damp intimate place. Then, finally, he slid his finger in the folds, feeling the warmth of her.
Moist.
She was so ready for him to penetrate.
A good thing since he was as hard as a stone and ready to enter her.
She moaned and groaned as he stroked her, her hips arching, and she even cried out once.
"Are you well?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm good," she said, her voice heady and drunk sounding.
"Good. Because I think I am ready to connect with you."
