Each inhale briefly intensified the foreign feeling, subtly overstimulating him, drawing quiet little groans from him as he shifted.

"What's happening," He mumbled, biting his lip even as he ran a hand over his filled belly. His thoughts a little less hazy, he once again tries to move only to gasp, a heated flush blooming across his face, at the sudden stretching pang of pain at the threat of being stretched too much. The pain mixed perfectly with pleasure.

Despite being confused, he happily tilted his head to meet Nickov's lips, lapping his tongue languidly into his mouth, sighing softly.