Elias lay there, heart pounding, the heat of Torvald’s body radiating through the fur. The giant’s breathing slowed, deepening into the steady rhythm of sleep. Elias tried to shift, to find a more comfortable position, but Torvald’s sheer size pinned him in place. Then, in the dead of night, a sudden shift rocked Elias’s world. Torvald’s massive body rolled slightly, and his full weight came down, pressing Elias into the furs. The giant’s ass settled directly over Elias’s face, his tight, musky pucker now flush against Elias’s nose and mouth, sealing him in a suffocating, primal embrace.
Elias’s muffled gasp was cut short as the overwhelming heat and scent enveloped him. The coarse hair around Torvald’s hole scratched against his skin, and the sheer pressure of the giant’s body made escape impossible. Then, a low rumble vibrated through Torvald’s frame, a deep, ominous gurgle that Elias felt more than heard. “Oh no,” Elias whispered, his voice barely a squeak, trapped against the pulsing heat of Torvald’s ass.
The first fart erupted with a wet, resonant pffrrt, the hot, moist blast washing over Elias’s face. Torvald’s hole flexed, opening slightly with the release before clamping shut, the slick skin kissing Elias’s lips with each pulse. Another rumble followed, and then another fart—brrrp—this one longer, hotter, the damp air clinging to Elias’s skin as the hole quivered against him. The scent was thick, earthy, and inescapable, filling his senses with every shuddering breath he managed to steal.
Torvald, still sound asleep, let out a soft grunt, shifting slightly, which only ground his ass harder against Elias’s face. Fart after fart came in waves—pfft, brrrt, fwoomp—each one forcing Torvald’s pucker to wink open and closed, the slick, heated rim smearing against Elias’s cheeks and mouth. The moisture from each blast left Elias’s face slick, the humid air trapping him in a cycle of musky torment. Elias squirmed, but the weight was unrelenting, and he knew, with a sinking dread, that he’d be stuck like this all night, face buried in Torvald’s gassy ass, each fart a reminder of the giant’s oblivious dominance.
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