His cock sprang free of his slit. Though it eased some of the pressure, his discomfort only increased. Samantha shrieked and fell backward, catching herself on her hands. Her eyes were wide and fearful as she stared between his legs. Arcanthus’s brows fell. “It’s not going to bite you, Samantha.” “It-It’s moving! It’s split!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, leaving her voice muffled when she asked, “Did I break it?” “It’s not broken!” Arcanthus grasped the loincloth on the bed beside him, meaning to cover himself, but stopped before he did.
