Passionately engaged as trhey were, Drek'thar could feel Lucille's hips quivering with the rest of her body; straining to clench and bear down on his body. He could tell she was trying to get every bit of him into her that she could. And Drek'thar would oblige. A breathless grumble rumbled throughout him as he lurched forward with his tensing muscles. "Haaaa-AHHH!" His eyes shot open with the strain. His meat stick responded by becomming meatier, *stretching* the witch further and snaking *deeper* into her insides.<br/><br/><br/>Lucille's abused pussy squelched loudly, accepting his new dimensions without skipping a beat as she continually bounced along his shaft. Each time she sheathed him he grunted against the fleshy constraints. Oh he certainly attempted to thrust his hips to meet her, urging more intruder into her confines. The ripples of his efforts cascading along her flesh hypnotized Drek'thar.<br/><br/>As Lucille continuously and willingly impaled herself, his shaft quivered and the tip pulsed. As the tip of his cock ran into the first -and only- sign of obstruction, he gritted his teeth and focused, pulling her snatch even closer. He would not be denied! No. He *pushed* through!<br/><br/>In his quest to fill her completely, Drek paid no heed to just how tight the entrance was becoming, visably squeezing his bulging shaft as it slickly disappeared into Lucille's body.