The suffocating darkness pulsed around Elias, each shudder of Torvald’s body a reminder of his precarious position. The rancid air clung to him, a heavy shroud that made every breath a battle. His limbs ached from thrashing against the slick, muscular walls, but the fight was draining out of him, replaced by a gnawing fear that he’d pushed his luck too far. The giant’s second fart still lingered, its toxic burn searing his senses, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. He clawed at the walls, desperate for a way out, when a new sound broke through the oppressive haze—a deep, resonant groan from outside.
Elias froze. The noise wasn’t the mindless rumble of digestion or the crude blast of gas. It was deliberate. Alive. Torvald was awake.
The walls around him shifted violently, a slow, rolling motion that sent Elias sliding deeper before a sudden jolt rocked him upward. His stomach lurched as the giant’s body moved, muscles flexing with purpose. Another groan echoed, louder this time, followed by a low, gravelly mutter that vibrated through the fleshy prison.
“What in the hell…” Torvald’s voice boomed, thick with groggy confusion. “Somethin’s crawlin’ around up there.”
Elias’s heart pounded. The giant knew. He scrambled, fingers digging into the slick walls, but there was nowhere to hide. The air grew tighter, hotter, as Torvald’s body tensed. Then, a new sensation—a deep, rhythmic pressure, like the giant was clenching. Elias gasped, the realization hitting him: Torvald was pushing.
“Nonono—!” Elias choked out, his voice swallowed by the organic cacophony. The walls contracted with terrifying force, squeezing him downward in a slick, relentless slide. He flailed, but the giant’s body was a tidal wave, and he was powerless against it. With a final, gut-wrenching lurch, the pressure peaked, and Elias was expelled in a rush of heat and air, tumbling onto coarse, sweat-dampened skin.
He landed hard, gasping, the cool night air a shock against his battered body. Above him, the vast expanse of Torvald loomed, a mountain of muscle and fur shifting as the giant sat up. Moonlight caught the sheen of his skin, illuminating a face creased with bewilderment. Torvald’s eyes, wide and glinting, locked onto Elias, sprawled between the giant’s thighs, slick with the remnants of his ordeal.
“What the—?!” Torvald’s voice was a thunderclap, his massive hand instinctively moving to cover himself before hesitating, fingers hovering as if unsure what to do. He asked “How’d you end up in my ass?!” His face flushed a deep crimson, the realization dawning as he glanced down at his own body, then back at Elias.
Elias coughed, wiping the grime from his face, his own cheeks burning as he struggled to sit up. The intimacy of the moment hit him like a punch—both of them exposed, raw, caught in the absurdity of it all. “I—I didn’t mean to—!” he stammered, his voice cracking. “It was a my choice, alright? I thought… I thought I could handle it, slip in, slip out, prove myself. His hands gestured wildly, as if he could wave away the embarrassment. “I didn’t expect you to… to *feel* me like that!”
Torvald’s brow furrowed, his blush deepening as he shifted, the ground trembling under his weight. “Feel you? Lad, you were halfway up my asshole! Squirming like a damn eel!” He ran a hand through his tangled hair, his voice dropping to a rough murmur. “Ain’t never had someone… get that close. Not like that.” His eyes flicked over Elias, lingering on the slick sheen coating his skin, and something shifted in his gaze—surprise giving way to a hesitant, primal curiosity.
Elias swallowed, his pulse racing as he caught the look. The air between them crackled, heavy with the unspoken. “I… I felt everything,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, the confession slipping out before he could stop it. “The heat, the way you… moved. It was—overwhelming.” He ducked his head, mortified but unable to look away, his body still humming from the intensity of it all.
Torvald let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound both awkward and warm. “Overwhelming, huh? You’re a mad little bastard, I’ll give you that.” He leaned closer, his massive frame casting Elias in shadow, his voice softening. “Ain’t gonna lie… knowin’ you were in there, feelin’ me like that? Stirs somethin’ fierce.” His hand twitched, as if he wanted to reach out but thought better of it, settling instead on the ground beside Elias, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.
Elias’s breath hitched, the giant’s words sinking into him, igniting a flush that spread from his face to his chest. “I didn’t mean to… stir anything,” he said, but the words felt hollow, his eyes betraying the thrill that still lingered. “But I’m not sorry I did.”
Torvald’s lips quirked into a half-smile, equal parts amused and flustered. “Cheeky bugger. Oughta squash you for the trouble.” But his tone was soft, almost fond, and his gaze held Elias’s with an intensity that made the smaller man’s skin prickle. For a moment, they sat there, the giant and the foolhardy thief, bound by the strange, intimate chaos of the night, neither quite sure what to do with the spark that had kindled between them
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