Once pinning the Knight underneath his fat nuts, Ori found himself drawn to the wanderer's own assets. The guardian had long savored the forest's bounties, and was midway to burying his face into the vessel's hindquarters when he felt the void-being stir underneath his balls.

Bemused by their surprising resilience against such overwhelming sack, Ori smushed one of his thick feet further into the bug's horns, while his other gripped and stroked along the exposed portion of their mask. As expected, the squirming was soon placated, and the Knight was left to enjoy his softlock while Ori pigged out...