Kiss.

You close the distance, doing so as you take in one last sniff of his ass before you fully press your lips to his hole. You can even feel the tickling of his thinly furred tail upon the top of your head as you delve in, your lust for bovine ass driving you to ignore the people around the two of you, assuring yourself that it doesn’t really matter in the first place. Who’d be shy about giving a public performance if you’re giving it your all?

Finally, your lips touch his hole. A doughy texture awaiting you, glazed with a thin film of sweat that lubricates the two different types of skin kissing each other. Your saliva slowly starts to integrate into the mix of fluids. It’s size is immense as well, the ring of flesh larger than that of your lips, attesting to the goliath’s size as a whole. At the apex of your kissing, you hear a deep “moo” leave the man above you. It’s cute, almost, if you weren’t kissing his asshole, anyways.

You continue to kiss at the pucker, as if it were your bride on your wedding day. Showing tender love with a few quick kisses at a time, and them going in for a deeper, more lustful one to punctuate them. The puckering and throbbing of the man’s hole letting you know that you’re going the extra mile and pleasing him.

A few foreign voices ring in your ears as you go to town, kissing and nipping at the sweaty hole.

“Is that.. A human? Why’s he degrading himself like that?

“Fuck if I know, but it’s.. Hot as hell. He looks like he’s addicted or somethin’.”

Multiple voices start to cause a commotion, their voices intermingling among themselves as you try your best to ignore them. You’ve got something much better to be doing, after all. Kissing him as is almost a restorative activity for you, soothing and enjoyable to the point where you’re able to shut your brain off to the rest of the large room you’re showing off to. The sweeping of the happy bull’s tail on your now unkempt hair stoking the flames of your arousal within. Words **** out of the barbarian as well, above you as you continue. Your make-out session extends into minutes as more and more people gather around the two of you to watch the very unusual sight of a human kissing the rear end of an adventurer drinking a beer.

Needless to say, you’re going to be the talk of the tavern for a very long time going forwards. And the thought makes you weirdly aroused. You start to slow down on the kisses, though still pampering the hole with them every now and then to placate it.