Is there another way?

The question tears from your throat, a raw, desperate sound. “What about a condom?”

A low chuckle vibrates through his chest and into your body, a sound of pure, unadulterated amusement at your pitiful attempt at caution. You feel the deep vibrations from his voicebox... travelling, albeit faintly, to the giant cock, its head nestled in the entrance to your pussy. Every sound, every slight shift of weight, reflected into a gentle nudge of your vaginal walls, and your almost-buzzing clitoris.

Each such sensation sends a further burst of magical energy coursing through your body.

He doesn't answer. But he does pulls back. The slow, deliberate retreat is agony. The release of the thick head of his cock from your slick, sensitive walls, makes every nerve ending screamsin protest at the sudden emptiness he leaves behind. It is like you are clenching around nothing, a desperate, futile grasp for the fullness that was just there. A whimper escapes your lips, unbidden.