Commission for MagicBoy Part 3 (Patreon)

Deep in Mir's nether's Albie is squeezed by her tight fleshy folds. Her odor isn't pleasant but not sickly or off-putting, just an intense musky headiness that drives him wild and and with the extreme warmth and humidity, every inhale comes packed with her pungent flavor.

At best it's a slightly salty, oceanic smell with the unmistakably organic scent of raw sex. At worst there's a slightly fishy rank undertone that bellies her feral nature. Much less foul than being trapped in her maw, but in the heat of the moment these sensory assaults only drive his arousal through the roof!

He can feel her heartbeat pulse and her guttural grunts echo and ripple with every contraction around him. His every movement stimulating her to produce more and more of this creamy musky slurry. The little dude certainly knows how to play his role well >;3