The giant Anthro's eyes locked onto you, and you felt the weight of his gaze as if it were a physical force. His hand descended, each finger as thick as a tree trunk, and scooped you up before you had a chance to react. You were now eye-level with his crotch, and you could see the bulge of his member through the fabric of his pants, sending a tremor of fear down your spine.
"So cool, a tiny plaything," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant. "I can do whatever I want with it."
Your heart raced in your chest as he lifted you closer to his face. You tried to protest, but the words came out as barely a whisper. His grin grew wider, revealing rows of sharp teeth, and his hot, moist breath washed over you, smelling faintly of beer and fast food. "Don't worry, I won't eat you," he said, his voice a rumble that seemed to shake the very air around you. "At least, not yet."
As if on cue, a feminine voice boomed through the room, "Diner's ready!" The giant Anthro groaned, and for a moment, you thought it was in response to your presence. But then he looked over his shoulder, and you realized it was a call from elsewhere in the house. "Comming ," he said, turning his head slightly to project his voice without taking his eyes off you.
He gently set you down on a piece of fabric that was sticky to the touch. Looking closer, you realized with a mix of horror and disgust that it was a used cum sock, likely discarded from his last encounter. The smell was overpowering, and you couldn't help but gag. "You are lucky," he said, his voice a thunderclap in the confined space of the drawer. "I go eat, but as soon as I have finished, we will play."
He closed the drawer.