A Bodybuilder

There was a hulking figure sitting at a desk, holding a quill in a way that seemed far too delicate for his huge, meaty fingers. He was shirtless, and Anna could see his traps pulsing with every heartbeat. Elliott dotted the page decisively, then stood up to greet her.

As he stood, Anna couldn't help but be giddy with arousal. Standing at a massive 8ft, her sister-turned-brother was a muscle-bound giant, body shuddering with power, every breath flexing unfathomable amounts of muscle. She could almost see the hot steam blasting out of his nostrils.

Her eyes followed every mountain of strength downward, past his pecs and abs, to his groin where his package was unencumbered by jocks. Stark naked, his twelve inch flaccid cock hung down his legs, baseball sized balls swinging against it. Anna could almost have fainted for the sight of it.

"Did you want something, Anna?"

"N-no, nothing!" she squeaked, shaken by the pure low timbre of his voice. "I just wanted to see my older brother, that's all."

He motioned to the growing wetness between her legs that was showing even through her gown. "You know, if you wanted me to breed you again, you only need ask."

"Breed me?"

"Yes? You're the only female in the world, we have to breed you at least monthly. Speaking of, you haven't been bred this month, have you? Do you mind if I do the honours?"