Nyla’s POV
He wraps one massive hand around his c**k and strokes it once, and I watch it swell harder in his grip. It’s way past 12 inches and its girth is wider than my arm.
The reality of what's about to happen hits me so hard my breath stops.
"That won't fit inside me," I say, and my voice comes out small and shaking. "Azazel, look at me. Look at how small I am compared to you. That's physically impossible."
"Nothing is impossible inside the circle." He steps between my spread legs, and the heat of his c**k radiates against my inner thigh before he's even touching me. "Your body will open for me because the magic demands it. You'll feel every inch, every ridge. But you won't tear. You won't break."
He lines the head against my entrance and the width of it pressing against my p***y
