[Oh he sees, not even a crumb of dignity spared for him, huh? He barely gets the chance to do as he's told before he's being licked and scruffed like a naughty kitten and then battered with that massive cock like some common whore! Not that he...minds, outside of his general soreness from being mated with already, but the humiliation of being handled like this, and the enormity of Hythlodaeus' aim is honestly killing his soul a little bit.
He does what he can to hold himself steady, but his partner being essentially a blob of blubber and slime, nothing is really helping. When that plush cock slaps him in his own testicles, he cannot help but let out a slight but strangled yelp, followed by a groan of aggravation.]
Oh, really—just stick it in already!
[He attempts to catch the cock between his thighs, trying to direct it in someway so that it might press against him with a bit more finesse and aim than the senseless bashing it was doing moments ago. Using one arm to support himself (Hythlodaeus' scruffing him also helps), he uses the other to attempt to push the cock back past his thighs, closing them so that he might better find his hole.
There's something distressingly hot about the animalistic nature of how he's rutting against him, but he's also impatient. Both for him to press inside of him, and to clean himself up, though as this goes on, being made a mess is less of a problem in his mind, and more a feature.]
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[Oh he sees, not even a crumb of dignity spared for him, huh? He barely gets the chance to do as he's told before he's being licked and scruffed like a naughty kitten and then battered with that massive cock like some common whore! Not that he...minds, outside of his general soreness from being mated with already, but the humiliation of being handled like this, and the enormity of Hythlodaeus' aim is honestly killing his soul a little bit.
He does what he can to hold himself steady, but his partner being essentially a blob of blubber and slime, nothing is really helping. When that plush cock slaps him in his own testicles, he cannot help but let out a slight but strangled yelp, followed by a groan of aggravation.]
Oh, really—just stick it in already!
[He attempts to catch the cock between his thighs, trying to direct it in someway so that it might press against him with a bit more finesse and aim than the senseless bashing it was doing moments ago. Using one arm to support himself (Hythlodaeus' scruffing him also helps), he uses the other to attempt to push the cock back past his thighs, closing them so that he might better find his hole.
There's something distressingly hot about the animalistic nature of how he's rutting against him, but he's also impatient. Both for him to press inside of him, and to clean himself up, though as this goes on, being made a mess is less of a problem in his mind, and more a feature.]