He was supposed to melt, deeper into dreamlike relaxation. He could smell Cheryl: flowers, or strawberries? Arie couldn’t be sure. The scent was mil... and sweet. Cheryl stood near the table, dimming the lights, rubbing oil into her hands. Arie could feel her heat on him. Enshrouded in his dark, lightless world, he imagined her warmth as subtle waves of orange that brushed his neck, shoulders, and cheeks. Arie couldn’t help but imagine Cheryl’s tight, round ass inches from his head, his face just. There was no rescue possible even if there had been someone and they had been alive then.Will got off the radio with the Colonel and returned to us standing watching. We could feel some heat even at this distance. He said, "The Colonel says that we should watch it and not do anything unless it poses a danger beyond where it is now or unless we can rescue someone."I wasn't sure what we would do if it looked like it would spread. It was burning but, after the flare up just after we stopped, it. Oh shit I am so full. I can feel his knot pushing into me. He is opening me like a can of soup. Oh fuck it is rubbing my clit. I am going to cum. Oh yes, yes, yes. The knot is inside me. I am such a slut bitch”. Horas stopped moving. He had mated with his bitch and it was time to impregnate her. Cathy was moaning softly then groaned. She had stopped talking such was her total surrender to her master. I assumed the groans were indicating him emptying his seed in her (she told me later she. With your cock. Your really really really big cock.”“Yes, I, uh, got it,” Lou murmured, his head spinning slightly.Moth-Bea stood and helped to guide Lou to his feet. Lou grinned, then murmured. “Your husband is feeling lazy, Beatrice...” he said, trying to sound properly aristocratic. “Do you mind handling the ... insertion?”Both Bea’s nodded as her moth body pressed up against his back, her breath a playful murmur in his ear. “I shall begin by spreading my body for you.” Her lower hands.