A true test

Jacob was first. He stretched, the yellow lights above him damn near blinding his exhausted eyes. His fingers were stiff from sleep, and he couldn't quite get them to close all the way. He leaned to his side, and felt the pillows shift beneath him, threatening to tip him onto the wood floor.

It was with this motion that he saw the curly mop-head of his girlfriend, curled up on the floor beside her. He took in a deep breath, and the tangy smell of Ruby's sex filled his nose. He didn't exactly have to guess why. Ruby and he often watched porn together. When it was her turn, she always went for the biggest cocks she could find.

He looked down at his manhood. It seemed to be the only part of him that was really awake, the way it swayed gently with his movements while remaining so hard he could feel it tugging on his prostate. He brought a hand to it. Even his long fingers couldn't encircle this monster. At least, not completely. He squeezed, and felt a thick vein pulsate under his hand in time with his heartbeat. His thick vein, he had to remind himself. This was no trick.

He let go. He didn't think he was ready to jerk this beast off yet. It had been Ruby's wish after all, better to have them both enjoy it when she woke up.

Jacob stood up, stretching his back out and feeling it pop. He groaned, exhaling deeply as he worked a few kinks out. His eyes drifted to the clock on the microwave and... MIDNIGHT?!?

Jacob was wide awake now. They'd meant to go and get dinner at a fancy restaurant this evening! He'd even booked it in advance and everything. Jacob hadn't really had money to burn before, and he wanted to do something special with the advance from his new job.

He looked down at his monster.

"Well, there's some things money can't buy," he said.

"And what would that be babe?"

Jacob jumped, whirling around to find a grinning Ruby. Jacob said nothing, instead diving down. His long arms scooped his squealing girlfriend up. Her playful smile never left as she rolled around in his arms. He carried her out and dumped her onto the couch.

"We missed dinner," Jacob said, looming over her.

"No, we should have-" Ruby glanced at her watch, "Ah spit."

"I wish Ruby could take this whole thing."

"I wish Ruby could take this whole thing"

As if on cue, Ruby looked down. Jacob's pants had not left their station around his ankles. No, his gigantic cock was simply hanging there, fighting between his arousal and gravity. She could smell it from here. Thick, salty, and a little bit of earth, like a crashing wave against scottish highlands. She nodded.

In an instant, arcane energy rippled through her body. Purple lights danced beneath her skin, and her fingers curled tight against the ugly leather of the couch. She heard herself moan, her eyes and pussy growing wider.

Before the energy could recede, Jacob slammed into her, burying himself until their hips touched. The breath caught in her throat, her eyesight exploding with colour as her caramel stomach stretched. His cock was on fire, and she swore she could hear her pussy juice sizzle.

She had been filled. For the first time ever, she had a cock inside of her that was perfect. Even as she let out her breathless scream, her mind thanked a million gods, each name distorted as more pleasure overtook her.

Jacob, in turn, was wrapped. His throat reverberated with a growl. His cock pulsated, sinking into the pleasure and pushing back against it with every breath. He didn't even have to move, what with the way her pussy shrink wrapped around his. Their every moment, every shuddering exhale, was enough to spark new waves of pleasure.

His hands fell upon her own, his palms and fingers ensnaring hers. He pushed them down, and she pushed back. Even in her silent, erotic state, she wasn't going to submit without a fight. He changed tactic, leaning his whole weight onto the couch. His torso pressed on top of her, the new angle sinking his cock in that final few inches. Ruby would've screamed, had her mouth not been filled with Jacob's tongue.

Hers was longer than his. Usually, when they kissed, she liked to pin his tongue down, to let her do the work. In her current state, she stood no chance. Her arms gave way, letting Jacob pin her body to the couch as his tongue did the same in her mouth. They tasted each other, relishing in it even as their juices, whether from the top or the bottom, staining the couch.