You are an animal, you behave as you feel

Your cock starts to swell as blood rushes from the rest of your body, limiting the already tiny amount of comprehension you’re capable of.

The brunette defiantly steps closer.

“Let go of Gobnait, or we will have you banished from the infinitum porta.” She states proudly, pointing her slender arm at her redheaded friend. You have no fucking clue as to what that means.

The Blonde wrinkles her button nose in disgust as she looks at your lone article of clothing, your sweatpants. Her eyes become glued to the rising tent in your pants, covered in strange looking stains. Maybe tree sap, she assumes. She turns to the brunette.

“What do you think Giulia, should we summon Zophiel to smite this menace?”

Giulia’s long brown hair bounces as she expresses herself with her hands:

“That stuck-up bitch would either ignore our calls or chastise us for talking to him, no need to get her involved.”

The tall Gobnait, ignoring both of her friends, stays glued to the spot in front of you.

*

In the real world, there’s a very good chance that this Gobnait redhead could kick your ass. Not only is she the tallest person in the room, but she has the tight body of an athlete. Of course, it would be hard for her to win any races with her huge tits bouncing around, but who would complain? In comparison, your skinny, weak body reveals the gym is as foreign a place to you as the library.

*

You tighten your grip on her tit. Her face, covered in light brown freckles, starts to turn a dark shade of red. You feel her nipple harden against the inside of your palm. Her lip quivers more as the woman stares down at you. Her eyes show a mix of embarrassment and pure astonishment at her own reaction.

Your clench her fat tit even harder, almost cruel in your delivery. Despite her vocal defiance, underneath the tunic Gobnait is wetter than she has been in 3,000 years.

Gobnait’s legs buckle slightly.