Thread: Master/Slave NSFW RP  (Northern Ranger & Noise)

As it were, Devitt wasn't the only one having a war within himself, though the confusion that tumbled within the Ranger was nowhere near as serious as Devitt's own war. The screams Sebastian was hearing were helping him coax his length to hardness again, albeit slower since he didn't have a magic recovery period. Yet he found himself more and more drawn to the pleasure filled moaned and sounds he was drawing from the other. They were sounds you heard when passing a brothel, when men and women would fake heights of pleasure just to sound good but there was certainty that the Kitsune was not faking those noises. After all, surely pretending to enjoy it would risk angering him further and he was sure the Kitsune would not risk such a stupid move. This led him to believe that the animal was actually finding pleasure amongst the pain, no matter how unwilling. It was a prideful moment for the man though also the source of his own confusion. While the screams were arousing, the arching of his back, the eager ass pressing back against his fist, the moans and the mixture maybe he liked that a little better. Such a thought however merely angered the Ranger, he didn't want to enjoy anything from this creature but his pain and it only made him more determined to make him cum again, to make him fail and give himself even more reason to hurt him. Though if this was anything to go by, the Kitsune had a dangerously thin line between pleasure and pain, especially by the way he was pressing back like an eager slut. If your tribe could see you know, all screaming and moaning on the end of a human's fist like a filthy slut they'd probably agree with me. Hell I hope there's other's like you at your auction so they can see what a filthy whore you were born to be, look at you. There may have been hatred in his words but damn if he wasn't curious about how far he could push this. He was careful though, last thing he wanted to do was rupture something and have the Kitsune dead before he could have all his fun. If you can take my fist, imagine what all you can take. Horse, a bear, hell this just ensures how easily you could get sold to an Orc, I've heard stories about hos thick their cocks are, your pretty little hole will get ripped wide open. Sebastian was slowly fucking his fist into the now apparently partially willing body beneath him, making sure to drag knuckles over his prostate and pull more of those pleasure filled lewd cries from his mouth. It was, to his ears, a perfect harmony. The pain and the pleasures, the screams and the moans, the sobs and the whimpers he could pull these sounds from him for a lifetime. Sebastian switched between a fist to spreading his hand wide, forcing those silken walls to accommodate more and stroke constantly along his prostate. Each sound he heard has his hips rocking into his own hand before curling his hand into a fist again and beginning to fuck him a little harder. The looser the Kitsune got, the more daring Sebastian got. He'd punch forward harder, watching the creatures hips rise with each thrust and jerk with each attack on his pleasure spot. He began to move deeper, knowing there was a limit due to anatomy but till he pressed forward. He found something incredibly hot about watching his wrist and part of his fore arm thrust into the smaller body, the rim stretching white around the thickness of his muscled arms until he could go no further without tearing the ring of muscle completely. Once he knew that limit, his punches became harder, as if he was determined to bruise those walls so the Kitsune would be thinking of him every second. Thrusting his arm arm faster and harder yet always making sure to his his prostate on the withdrawal. Look at you writhing around, born to take this, I tell ya. Born to be a toy.