Hades’ laugh rumbled from inside the bellows of his draconic shape. Sure, these were all delightfully different feelings, but he was used to that, too. He was a clever man, and made sure to map everything to his Amaurotine brain in careful ways. He stepped carefully as he reared up, his thick cock nudging for purchase before it finally caught and slipped in.

Hades groaned, low and sweet. Entering Prometheus before— it had been nice, wet, and firm... but the size difference had been to great to call it tight. This was a separate feeling. As soon as he was a quarter way it, he could tell that it would be a stretch. Hopefully, judging by Prometheus’ own cock, a pleasant one.

“Too much?” He asked with a pant. His claws settled on Prometheus’ hips, not moving before he was given permission.