Angua scissored her fingers, thrust them harder, urged on by every sound Dean made. She wanted him stretched and ready, she wanted him to want it.

"Gonna try something, okay?" she said, slipping her fingers from inside him. She picked up the dildo, feeling her heart pound in her chest hard enough to burst, and covered it with lube, rubbing it along the sides to make it good and slick.

A sharp inhale, and she spread Dean wide as she had when she'd had her mouth on him. She pressed the head of the fake cock to Dean's entrance, nudged little circles. It seemed huge, too large for such a small opening, but she had to see. If she could just ease it in...