It had been far too long since Blovius Thrapp had blown his mighty load into succulent ass.

His idiot companions had for too long now distracted him with their meaningless pursuit of the demonic entity known as Gimlek. Truth be told, Blovius had little interest in Gimlek, or in the frivolous quest of his latest batch of companions. All that truly interested Blovius was emptying wine bottles into his belly, emptying his balls into buxom whores, and filling his coin purse with gold. Despite this ethos, Blovius perpetually found himself waylaid on quests and adventures of infinite tedium and blue-balled vexation.
But now, at last, he would embark on a journey worth undertaking—a journey deep into the blubbagumptuous booty meats of the fair and radiant whore known as Instagrammia.

“God damn, your ass is fatter than my wino gut,” announced Blovius with his usual debonair charm. “I can’t wait to plunge my sausage sword into the dark abyss of your canyon of an ass crack.”

Instragrammia, Blovius could tell, was getting hot from his exquisite dirty talk. True, she was paid handsomely to feign lust, but Blovius was nearly certain that she was authentically horny in that moment. And even if she wasn’t, what concern of his was that trivial detail?

“Bend the fuck over, you unnatural proportioned abomination of jigglying flesh. I wish to drain my aching balls into your colon. And I will hear no nonsense about extra compensation if I wish to use your turd cutter as a sock for my foot. And believe me, in calling my cock a foot, I am not mislabeling the anatomy, but merely describing to you its length! Give or take an inch, of course.”
Instagrammia was compliant, lifting her massive round ass into the air. “I only ask that you wet your mighty scepter with the oils near the bedside before destroying me, my lord,” she said.

Although she could not see him, he shook his head no. “Bite the pillow, bitch! I’m going in dry!”

The next thing Instagrammia knew, her bowels were being rearranged by the biggest cock she had ever taken in her long and shameful history as a cum guzzling nympho slut with the biggest ass in nine realms. “OH!” she screamed in sure mind-erasing delight. “FUCK!”
“That’s what I’m trying to do, if you’d shut your useless whore mouth!” shouted Blovius with glee. And with that, he shot his first load into the whore’s ass. “Fret not, my dear, that is only the practice discharge. I was once a Monk, capable of mental focus denied to most men. And I have perverted this gift of meditation into the ability to fuck your ass for hours and feel no fatigue. You, however, will be as listless as a dying worm by the time I am through clapping your superlatively rotund cheeks!”
“Won’t you show me mercy?” she begged, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of cock crammed into her guts.

“I have shown you mercy by only sticking it halfway in!” announced Blovius. And with that, he plunged the rest of his ungodly member into the deepest recesses of Instagrammia, causing her belly to bulge as her insides were rearranged by Blovius’ impossible appendage.
She was powerless to stop the surge of orgasmic bliss that overtook her in that moment, even through the pain of the absurd penetration she was presently enduring, in defiance of the laws of physics. Surely this man had found some sorcerer to enchant his penis to give it a length and girth that violated the laws of nature! He was hung like an orc, and fucked with the ferocity of dragon.

Blovius felt the divinity of the cosmos smiling upon his tree trunk of a cock as the tight confines of Instragmmia’s cave of wonders encased him in boundless carnal pleasure. “Oh, this is rapture!” he screamed, blowing his second load deep inside.

With this he stopped and pulled his now wilting but still impressive cock from her fat ass, unplugging a seeming gallon of cum in the process. Her gaping butthole winked at him like a knowing friend, and he announced, “Alright, I’m done.”

“But you said you could go for hours without fatigue,” protested the whore.

“I lied,” said Blovius.

“Your friend paid for 50 more minutes, though. Perhaps you’d like to—”

“—Sleep?” finished Blovius, though that had not been what she had intended to say. “Yes. I think I shall. Why don’t you go wash out your used-up asshole, and wake me when it’s time for me to put my cloak back on?”

And with that, Blovius shut his eyes and fell immediately into a satisfied sleep.