Elias lay there, exhausted, his face still slick with the lingering residue of Torvald’s relentless barrage. The giant’s farts had slowed as the night dragged on, but the musky heat and weight of his ass never relented, pinning Elias in a suffocating cocoon of fur and flesh. His body ached, his mind swimming in a haze of sensory overload, but sleep refused to come. Every time his eyes fluttered shut, a faint shift of Torvald’s body or a distant gurgle snapped him back to his predicament. The coarse hair around Torvald’s pucker scratched his cheeks, and the damp warmth clung to his skin like a second layer.
Finally, as the first hints dawn’s light began to seep through the tent’s seams, Elias’s eyelids grew heavy. His body, too battered to resist, gave in. He slipped into a fitful sleep, his face still pressed against Torvald’s unyielding ass, the scent and heat fading into a blurry dream.
A sudden jolt yanked him awake. Torvald grunted, his massive body rolling to the side with a groan that shook the furs. Elias gasped, gulping fresh air as the crushing weight lifted. Before he could orient himself, a huge hand scooped him up, lifting him effortlessly. Torvald’s broad, bearded face loomed into view, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and curiosity. He brought Elias close, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air around him.
“Oi, little one,” Torvald rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly chuckle. “Guess you had a rough night, eh?” His laughter boomed, shaking Elias in his grip.
Elias squirmed, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. “Not funny!” he snapped, his voice hoarse from the night’s ordeal. “You know what you did down there, you big oaf!” He gestured wildly at his disheveled state, his skin still slick and reeking of Torvald’s musk. “You’ve gotta wash me off somehow—properly! I’m not spending another second like this!”
Torvald’s laughter only grew louder, his massive chest heaving. “Wash you off, eh? Suppose I could dunk you in the river. That’d do the trick!” He grinned, clearly enjoying Elias’s outrage. “Come on, let’s get you sorted—unless you fancy another night under me, eh?” He winked, still chuckling, as he carried Elias toward the camp’s water barrel, leaving Elias torn between exasperation and the faintest, grudging amusement at the giant’s carefree demeanor.
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