Rex's hands moved with a brutal, impatient efficiency. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, letting them fall in a heap on the stone floor.
As he stood before the hovering, splayed-open Demon Queen, the sheer, monstrous scale of him became apparent.
Gorvasha, still slumped in her chains and leaking from her recent ruin, let out a weak, disbelieving gasp. Even for an Orc, a race of giants and warriors, what she saw was unnatural.
It wasn't just the length, though the shaft was a thick, heavy pillar of dark, muscular meat that seemed to defy human anatomy; it was the texture. Thick, pulsing veins, as wide as small worms, coiled around the shaft like constrictors, throbbing with a life of their own.
That looked less like a human's organ and more like a weapon of war, a slab of obsidian-hard muscle designed for nothing but conquest.
