Let’s continue?

As Nymyra continued trying to further plunge herself onto Drako’s monstrous member, she felt a shift in the portion inside, as Drako had finally reached limits, a mighty surge began gushing into the diminutive woman, painting her insides white, as Drako let loose his own roar of pleasure, every surge taking a turn extending the gnomish woman’s stomach to a comedic degree, filling her even further, as she cried out sharply, rapturous and blissful, as her arms simply dropped to her sides, heavy as steel to her, unable to move them even a single inch.

Drako, sharply exhaling through his nostrils, odd frosty plumes of smoke bursting forth demonstrating his Herculean restraint, retaining the tender feel he desired for Nymyra to feel, monstrously straining, quite bestial hands, hands which when wielded with the correct intention, could rend any metal as though it were clay, softly kneading into the tender flesh of his gnomish partner, drawing the pleasured moan from her fully ajar lips, near screams of ecstasy plaguing her lungs, drawing a hoarse tone from her shortly after.

And during the entire scene, in the midst of all the pleasure Nymyra had coursing through her mind, the only constant in her pulsing vision, the stalwart, hulking, tender form of the giant before her, falling into the endless rapture, the ever expanding flesh of her malleable stomach bringing an incomprehensible gratification, and truly left her wordless, as she came, and came, gushing from the absurd act of passion that the two were entrapped in.

…

Down the hall, a truly gobsmacked group of adventurers were subject to the absurd, bestial screams wildly emanating throughout the entirety of the stone-laden walls, cacophonously echoing through cavernous depths of the Dungeon, yet also distinctly reaching the ears of every single adventurer. Thoroughly unable to ignored, these shouts and screams were plentiful, leaving every man jealous of the bestial figure within, and every woman equally jealous, though of their gnomish companion instead, as they simply sat, hearing the intensely impassioned cries, for nearly two hours, before finally, the sounds came to a finish, as ultimately, silence returned.

Then, another ten minutes had passed, as an intensely tousled Nymyra wobbled forth for a few steps, before being caught in the still massive mitts of Drako, as he walked over to the group, and as he stood before them, he spoke to them for the first time since having told them off for neglecting Nymyra, “I’ll walk her out with ya’ll…” He grumbled out in a slightly grizzled tone, as he cracked a monstrous, strained back, sending ear-splitting crackles to emanate through his surroundings, as he held Nymyra in a gentle arm, walking beside the large group, and for the first time in his new existence, he was with other people, for as long as that’d last, simply walking alongside them.

…

On the way through the wildly winding pathways of the Dungeon, Drako guiding them perfectly past every trap and ploy, effortlessly avoiding any dead ends, as if he’d lived in these halls his entire life, which specifically, he hadn’t, for until now, Drako had never left the confines of the throne room, and now, he finally saw with his eyes the entirety of the maze of halls, at least the halls that led him out, as an absurd sixth sense simply informed his every action, flawlessly avoiding every deadly possibility, and specifically leaving none of the party members to die, which definitely was met with a great deal of shock for every member of the party, save Nymyra, as she, having since woken up, merely staying in his tender grasp by pure choice, had her eyes trained upon him through every step, as she simply became infatuated with his every action.

And Drako, having noticed her gaze, simply accomplished all these deeds out a sense of something unknown, an obligation felt by Drako for some inexplicable reason, leading him to care intensely for her well being, and for her opinion of him, though he hadn’t quite realized that was why yet, leaving the group to simply assume he was kind, further proven true in their minds when they considered their first interaction with him, and his care for Nymyra.

And after a few more hours of successful Dungeon adventuring, the group was led to the mouth of the Dungeon, as Drako simply stood, finally releasing Nymyra from his bestial, yet ever tender grasp, whispering a single sentence in her ear, “Any time you desire to return, you may… I’ll find a way.” And with that, he grazed his disproportionately large hand across her cheek in a tender manner, great care place in ever motion, as her group simply walked away, some in frustration, others in very clear jealousy, as Drako’s hand dropped to Nymyra’s chin, raising her gaze to meet his, his other palm moving to grip her own, as he closed his eyes, leaning in to place a kiss upon Nymyra’s tenderly clutched hand, as a bright blue light manifested itself in the darkened doorway, and as he pulled his mouth away, what remained left a smile of sheer joy upon Nymyra’s face, and a face of pure shock upon Drako’s.