Got too impatient and ended up just doodling some smut instead of writing it. You can't see it in the sketches, but the right eye is pretty much a hole. Cause of death and everything.
I like to imagine he gingerly wakes you up after railing you for hours, because the sun has risen and there's field work to be done. You're still dripping with cum. He hands you a shovel. Why does he even need to garden? He can't eat anything.
I kid, I kid. He wouldn't force you into agricultural labor. Unless you were into it, or something.
He's very old fashioned and uses a lot of pet names with you. Loves spoiling his baby. He only asks that you never, ever leave him.