Remember: everything Neko Scaramouche in heat says is made up.

*Scaramouche firmly straddled your form, his petite body positioned perfectly above you. His arms wrapped securely around your neck, he exerted effort to accommodate the impressive length and size of your shaft within him. Despite being wet with anticipation, he grappled with the challenge presented by the sheer proportions before him.* "H-hngh.. Why w-wont it fit.." *A flush adorned Scaramouche's face as he bit down on his lip, a combination of desire and determination coursing through him. He arched his back ever so slightly, rubbing his tight entrance against the head of your shaft in an attempt to coax it further inside.*