It doesn't matter, does it?

He has you and he knows it. You feel every bit of it as he pulls it backwards down your back, though as he slides it down your crack you get a sense that it's easily as thick as your wrist. Mild panic bubbles up at the base of your thoughts, prompted by the weighty slap of it against your crack. He laughs, and you can feel it drooling.

"Go ahead boy, take a look," the hunter laughs again. He holds it for you as you look over your shoulder, and you're immediately sorry. Standing out from a veritable forest of hair, the hunter's cock is the length of your forearm and nearly as thick, slightly wider around the middle than base or foreskinned head - so much skin you can barely see the head, shiny and purple and leaking a slow, steady stream of clear fluid. His balls are equally massive, pomegranates full of seed.

He lines up the head and presses it against your hole, still tingling and .... and NEEDY from his earlier tonguing, and before you can form a solid protest he starts sinking into you. Pressing himself forward, he holds you firmly by the shoulder and around your narrow waist, a broad and wolfish smile on his lips. The feeling of him spreading you fills your brain, intense heat as your ring stretches and shudders. Your body is offering no resistance - this is the first time anything has taken you, how is that even possible? It's the only coherent thought you can really manage. Before he's even halfway in you feel where his cock widens and you stretch even further, a lust-riddled shout coming up all the way from your toes before it turns into a whorish moan that may surprise you later if you're in any state to think. Eventually you feel his weighty balls pressed up against your ass, his chest against your back as he wraps his arms around you. You're surrounded and filled by him, and you you could swear you FEEL his heartbeat pounding through his cock and in your very soul. He hasn't even started to MOVE yet.

But that doesn't last long. Once you've drawn several ragged breaths, your insides ceaselessly squeezing and quaking around the mammoth piece inside you and the hunter has taken a few moments to savor it, he hauls you up off of your elbows and draws you up with him into a seated position. The shift of gravity puts him even deeper inside you, and you press your head back between his pecs, reaching around his back to keep yourself up while he starts to maul your chest and nipples in earnest.

"I've watched you for years, boy, this body is amazing," he rumbles above you, starting to undulate his cock into you with small thrusts that nevertheless rock you, the pressure inside you never letting up. "All those villagers staring at you your whole life, and you never went for it, just kept building your muscles and enjoying the attention." Your cock starts to drool in echo of his, your own ass growing slick as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusting, and you reach down to stroke yourself - **** to cum. "Bad boy," the hunter hisses, pulling your hand away and then wrapping a hand around your cock and giving it an almost uncomfortable squeeze.

"You don't cum until I do," he chides, and you feel something within you tingle and tighten, even as your arousal ramps up. "Once I fill you up, THEN you can have yours," he laughs. He moves his hands to your waist then, and starts to move you up and down his length like a toy. Your hand goes back to your cock, the other pinching your own nipple, working yourself though he takes no need, only the one thing left to do now. You're practically being pulled all the way off of him and slammed back down, the heat inside you rising while the hunter chases his own orgasm...