Elias’s cheeks flushed, his eyes darting to Torvald’s grin before settling somewhere lower. He swallowed hard, voice trembling with a mix of nerves and curiosity. “Your… cock looks pretty interesting,” he mumbled, barely audible, but the words hung in the air like a spark.
Torvald’s chuckle deepened, a warm, gravelly sound that seemed to shake the ledge beneath them. “Interesting, is it? Well, you’re a curious one, ain’t ya?” He shifted, his massive hand gently scooping Elias up, fingers careful but firm. With his other hand, he tugged open the waistband of his shorts, the fabric rustling like a sail in the wind. “Alright, lad. In you go—get comfortable.”
He lowered Elias with surprising tenderness, placing him in the warm, snug space where the giant’s cock met the heavy weight of his balls. The heat enveloped Elias instantly, a living, pulsing warmth that felt both overwhelming and strangely safe. Torvald let the shorts snap shut, the world outside muffled as the fabric settled.
Elias felt the giant shift, the ground beneath him tilting as Torvald rolled onto his back with a contented sigh. The movement pressed Elias closer into the cozy heat, a steady rhythm of life all around him. From beyond the layers of cloth, Torvald’s voice rumbled, low and final. “Good night, little Elias.”
The glow outside faded, and Elias, nestled in the giant’s warmth, drifted into sleep.
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