Chapter 87

Zavian’s free hand quickly unfastened the front of his trousers, pushing them down just far enough for his thick, heavy member to spring free.

Emmeline heard the unmistakable sound and whimpered softly, glancing over her shoulder at him with eyes gone wide in fear.

“M-Mr. Blackthorn...” she stammered shakily, her voice trailing off as she took in the sight of his impressive c0ck, flushed and jutting proudly.

Emmeline lost all ability to speak.

Zavian felt her fear wash over him like waves crashing against a rocky shore. It wasn’t an unexpected reaction given how intimidating he knew himself to be.

Even among his kind, he was considered extremely large - monstrously so.

He knew how daunting it must seem to others - especially frail human females like Emmeline... well aware of how that thing was moments away from invading their inner walls, stretching them beyond what they thought possible.

Zavian stroked her with his finger in a slow, torturo