Callisto's eyes returned to the thickly stiffened member of the creature in her possession. His dark voice, an ever rumbling growl that was truly beginning to grow on her. Like everything about this creature, his voice was immense, dark and monstrous in comparison to the articulately designed sounds of so many other male voices Callisto had heard.<br/><br/>His frame was larger, standing a good foot taller than any man she'd ever seen before... the thickness of the creature itself was conservatively similar to two men bound to each other with a costume thrown over them. His palms alone could close and bury her own closed fist within them. She brought her palms to press against the bushy hair of his northern pelvis. Her fingers arching inward and raking down along his skin.<br/><br/>"What a tragic character..." she spoke matter-of-factually.<br/><br/>She brought her right hand to the absolute tip of his member, his slit itself near the size of a finger-nail which to her was an absolute monstrosity by relative standards. Her five fingertips rested on the smooth dark skin just beyond the ring of his accumulated foreskin. It was no doubt the smoothest, even glistening from the first physical signs of her attentions. She let her pinky rise, then fall... her ring finger then rising and falling, then the middle finger rising and falling... all in a chain motion as a student would let their fingers rise and fall along their desk waiting for the bell to sound.<br/><br/>Each time she did however... she placed a little more strength on the fall of each fingertip against his smooth tip. She wanted to send small pulsating shocks in random directions.<br/><br/><em>"-... continue."</em>