Chapter 38: The Depths Within
Riven's small body was enveloped by the vast, warm folds of the sleeping colossus's pussy, the sticky white fluid clinging to his skin in thick, glistening ribbons. Each step he took was cushioned by the soft, yielding flesh beneath his feet, a world of softness and moisture that pulsed with slow, hypnotic life.
His hands slid over the slick, velvety walls, feeling the subtle ripples of muscle beneath the surface as they gently contracted and relaxed around him. The white fluid left a delicate, sweet taste on his fingertips—warm and slightly salty, like honey mingled with sea spray.
Deeper inside, the air was thick with heat and scent, heavy with the raw essence of her desire. The sticky liquid shimmered faintly in the dim light, pooling in crevices and flowing like living silk across the vast expanse of her inner sanctuary.
Riven's cock throbbed, aching to fill the endless warmth that surrounded him. The moist flesh around him was a soft embrace, almost tactile in its caress, sticky yet slick, pulling him closer with each subtle shift. The folds undulated slowly, like waves in a gentle sea, inviting him to explore every inch.
As he moved forward, the cavern widened into a breathtaking chamber, the very core of her sensuality. Here, the sticky white fluid was thick and abundant, coating every surface with its silky sheen. The fluid clung to him, warm and slippery, heightening every nerve ending, every touch magnified into exquisite pleasure.
Riven lowered himself, letting his fingers trail over the immense, pulsating walls. The texture varied—some places soft and almost spongy, others firm yet pliant. He marveled at the way her body seemed to respond to his presence, muscles tightening in gentle waves that sent delicious tremors through his entire being.
With a breath, he pressed forward, his cock sinking deeper into the wet embrace. The sticky fluid made every movement effortless yet deeply sensual, a perfect balance of resistance and surrender. The slow, rhythmic contractions of her inner muscles pulled him further in, like a living tide that both welcomed and possessed him.
His hands roamed upward, discovering soft ridges and folds that seemed to pulse in time with the slow cadence of her breath. The warmth was intoxicating, an endless river of sensation flowing over and through him.
Lost in the vast, sticky depths of the sleeping colossus, Riven felt a profound connection—a merging of flesh, spirit, and desire that transcended the physical. The sticky white fluid, the overwhelming size, the pulsing life around him—all combined into a sensual symphony that bound them together in an intimate embrace as ancient as the mountains themselves.
As the minutes stretched into hours, Riven surrendered to the slow, deep rhythm of the colossus's body, exploring every soft curve, every moist fold, every hidden chamber within her immense pussy—knowing this was only the beginning of their shared journey.