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'I-is she really tellin ' me to

hah- f-fill her up inside, doll?

' Toji breathes, dazed eyes locked down at your stuffed entrance. And he can barely focus his gaze - barely even

try

to sound like himself right now. 'I-is this

real?

'

Ragged rasps just about

half

as ruined as he feels, lilting up in pitch. In

strain.

Sharp intakes of breath becoming so

labored

when his entire hulking body wracks with a heaving shiver.

And Toji 's scrambling his thick fingers to latch roughly onto your face, your waist - anywhere and

everywhere

that might help him keep an ounce of his sanity.

But it was too late.

'

Heh,

did I

hngh-