Darla felt like she would collapse when he kept thrusting nonstop for a good five minutes. That five minutes seemed like forever to her. He slowed down again and she fondled the rather large sack hanging between his legs. It was warm and fuzzy. She gently pulled it, making him moan.

She took him into her mouth. She could only get as much as the tip in, so she simply worked with that, using one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to massage his balls.

Gripping her hips, he pounded away at her, perspiration rolling down his muscled back and chest in tiny rivulets. He reached around her, grabbing her breasts, kneading them, pulling at her nipples.

Grunting, he crushed her against the cold wall. Darla could barely breathe in the excitement. This being had a stamina that no regular male could ever possess. And her own stamina was starting to dwindle. How much more could she take?

After ten minutes of this nonstop, lustful pounding, she felt his body stiffen, then he roared and finally exploded. She remained still as felt his ejaculation shoot up and into her. With his strong hands braced against the wall on either side of her shoulders, he continued emptying himself in her; each throb of his penis expanding her opening, allowing his fluids to leak out of her and drain down her thighs.

Finally, he slowly pulled out and turned her around to face him. She felt oddly empty inside and strangely ‘loose’. The last thought on her mind was if her womanhood would retract back to its normal size.

Darla looked up at the darkly beautiful stranger.

“I am Atreyu,” he said, before she passed out.