Dean drew a long breath, shifting nervously against the foreign object. The look in Angua's eyes when he found them was hungry, and as much as Dean shied instinctively from the thought of her pushing that fake cock into him any further, an equally instinctive part of him was already rebelling against the fear.

"You want to fuck me like this?" he asked, trying to imagine it. Even as he asked Dean could see that she did, familiar earnestness beneath the open want in Angua's expression, and Dean pushed minutely back against the dildo. "Want to open me up? Hold me down and make me scream the way I do you?"