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Lowered inhibitions inspire creative preparation for a dick that’s the size of Zagreus’ whole torso. He’s laid upon the expanse of Dionysus’ front, like a toy, and can only stare at the length his head bumps into.
“Cute hole, think you might be able to fit my little finger in it?” Comes from behind, with a rubbing sensation there.
It’s the buzz or Zagreus’ (shaky) stubbornness that answers:
“Probably?”