Elias stood poised, and his senses ensnared by the intoxicating tableau before him. The giant’s ass rose like a colossal monument, its firm, rounded contours gleaming faintly in the dim light—a prize that seemed to pulse with an almost magnetic pull. His hands hovered just above the skin, fingers trembling with the barely restrained urge to reach out and trace the smooth, muscular expanse that stretched beneath him. The air hung heavy, saturated with a primal warmth, and every so often, a burst of gas erupted—a hot, pungent gust that washed over him, sharp and earthy, stirring something deep within. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he inhaled, savoring its raw, unfiltered essence, his imagination dancing with the source of that heady wind. Torvald shifted in his slumber, a subtle quake rippling through his massive frame, and Elias’s pulse quickened, his breath catching in his throat. Yet the giant slept on, his deep, rhythmic breathing a steady undercurrent to the moment.
The giant groaned then, a low, resonant sound that rolled through the air like distant thunder, primal and unrestrained. It sent a shiver down Elias’s spine, his eyes darting to Torvald’s face—still slack with sleep, undisturbed. The groan was accompanied by a gurgle from the giant’s belly, a deep, ominous churning that seemed to echo in the stillness, promising more of those warm, intoxicating waves. Another burst of gas followed, thicker this time, a rolling tide of heat and scent that enveloped Elias completely. He froze, his body tensing as the sensation washed over him, both overwhelming and exhilarating. His smirk widened for a moment, his mind alight with the thrill of being so close, so daringly intimate with the sleeping titan. But then, a flicker of caution crept in—Torvald might wake, stirred by his own restless stirrings, and Elias’s presence would be impossible to explain.
The thought pierced through the haze of his obsession, a sudden shift in his restless desire. As much as the giant’s lower regions held him captive—the sheer power of that muscular ridge, the hypnotic rise and fall of Torvald’s ass—another craving began to take root. His gaze drifted upward, past the broad expanse of the giant’s back, toward the shadowed hollows nestled beneath Torvald’s arms. The pits. They beckoned to him now, a different kind of allure unfurling in his mind. He pictured them vividly—the coarse, tangled hair matted with sweat, the skin glistening with a sheen of exertion, the air there thick with a musky, rugged scent that promised to be as potent as it was distinct. It was a wild, untamed contrast to the earthy richness he’d been reveling in, and the thought of it sent a fresh surge of anticipation coursing through him.
Elias lingered for a moment longer, his eyes tracing the curve of Torvald’s lower back one last time, reluctant to abandon the prize that had so thoroughly ensnared him. His hands clenched into fists, resisting the urge to press forward, to lose himself in the exploration he’d been aching for. Another low rumble sounded from the giant’s gut, and Elias felt the vibration through the air, a reminder of the risk he was courting. The gas rolled past again, warm and heady, and he closed his eyes briefly, letting it envelop him, committing the sensation to memory. But the pull of the pits grew more pungent, a siren call that tugged at his restless spirit. With a slow, deliberate exhale, he made his choice.
Stepping back from the monumental curve before him, Elias began to retrace his path, his movements careful and measured. He circled around the giant’s thigh once more, his fingers brushing lightly against the thick, sinewy muscle as he passed—a fleeting farewell to the obsession that had driven him this far. Torvald shifted again, his massive form settling with a soft groan, and Elias held his breath, waiting until the giant’s breathing evened out again. Then, with renewed purpose, he turned his sights upward, his eyes fixed on the distant hollows of Torvald’s armpits. The journey would be a climb, a test of his resolve, but the promise of what awaited him—raw, unfiltered, and utterly intoxicating—spurred him onward. His pulse thrummed with anticipation as he began his ascent, leaving the lower reaches behind, his mind already alight with the rugged reward that lay ahead.
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