He watches with no small fascination as she maneuvres herself, clearly an expert in this particular practice. If she's been sleeping over here, so be it - after cleaning the place up, she deserves no less. And whatever else might be true, he has to thank his abductors for doing most of their experiments on his face. Everything below the belt has survived untouched, and as he crawls onto the bed, his gratitude briefly outweighs all the anger that comes of waking from months of torture and living death.

"You don't have to tell me twice," he murmurs, burying his face in her neck, sucking a kiss against her pulse. His body aligns easily with hers, chest against her back, hips at her ass, cock pressing hard against her skin. It's not that different, really, until he reaches around in an embrace, pulling her close and cradling her belly all at once. Then, as his hand moves down further, delving between her legs - "Do you want to go slow or fast?"

How much is too much? How does he give her everything they both want without hurting her? She calls the shots here, as both the medical doctor and the one carrying a bowling ball's worth of extra flesh.