At the sound of Lucoa’s voice, the boy pauses, long enough to take in his situation. Her muffled words and the soft, slimy embrace of her bowels seem to line up… and now that his head is a little clearer, he has to admit to himself that it’s surprisingly comfortable. The rectal walls hold him tightly like a cozy sleeping bag, clear slime filling any gaps to make the embrace as snug as can be…
Of course, that’s not all it does! The stimulation causes a certain part of his body to start hardening, little by little. His face starts to heat up at the realization- he’s been stuffed up his goddess’s butt without so much as a warning, and he’s *enjoying it.*