His body is giving way, stretching wide, to the point of pain and just a little past it. It's too much, he can't breathe, his cock is so heavy and so hard and he can't -- he can't --

A feeling of slippery, slow movement, and Ba'al rocks it, little by little, into him. The widest point passes, and Sinjir lets out a sound like a sob, turning his face in towards Ba'al's hand. The ball is hard and large within him, and Sinjir's hand drifts to his belly. The presence is so big that it seems like he should be able to feel it from outside his abdomen. He can't; obviously, he can't.

A clench of internal muscles, and the ball shifts inside him, deeper.

"Oh, Force." He moans, thighs splayed wide.