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

Even after the human had paused to study the image he made, and then proceeded to set up a fire, Devitt still whimpered softly, the ever-present reminder of what was happening not letting him relax. Though the humans attention was, for the moment, elsewhere, it gave little reprieve to the exposed Kitsune if he shifted even the slightest bit, the hilt of the blade would move with him and create more friction against his sensitive inner walls. He didnt even care to stifle such sounds anymore, having given in before the first half of the handle had entered him and allowed such noises to leave his lips freely. And yet, despite this concession, Devitt was still very unwilling to use words. He knew that, if he did speak, it would be to plead and beg, and that was something he whole-heartedly refused to do. Sure, it was inevitable he would end up lowering himself to such a level, but he hoped it wouldnt come to that for a while longer. And so, for the time being, it was only wordless cries and whimpers that gave him away. While he fought to regain his bearings from the cruel actions of the human, he registered the growing warmth somewhere off to the distant side. The weight that settled back down on top of him drew a long whine from his chapped and cracked lips as he tensed once more, his muscles locking in apprehension. It seemed that his trepidation was completely justified, for in the next moment, the hilt of the knife was nearly removed from his ass. His breath hitched at the sudden onslaught of pain, and he had precious seconds to recover before the hilt was swiftly forced back in. He finally began screaming in earnest as he was mercilessly fucked with the foreign object, the sounds of much different than before, yet still of a similar tune. The screams that fell from his lips were hair-raising and, again if you took away the pure agony and placed them in a more pleasant situation, quite tempting it made one wonder what the lithe kitsune would sound like if it were ecstasy he was going through. As it were, he was rather breathless by the time his cavern had become raw enough to bleed, his throat in a similar state from all the screaming and fighting for breath. By the time the human slowed down the ruthless thrusts, Devitts ass had stretched and gotten used to such a thing moving like that inside of him so as to lessen the pain with each plunge. It also helped that his blood made the entrances and exits a bit smoother, but he was too busy with the torment to worry about a detail like that. He cried out again as the hilt was twisted, the bumps and ridges becoming particularly painful now. Even so, he barely managed to register the humans words, this time deigning to respond with a soft set of whimpers as the handle was finally removed form his body. He soon realized his experience wasnt over, his puckered, red hole being breached by something that he deduced were fingers, what with the wiggling, slightly warm sensation they provided. It wasn't a pleasant sensation by a long shot, as his cavern was very tender from the human's care and still considerably tight. Th-Thats--! He gasped out, looking over his shoulder at the human. His eyes, which had fluttered open at the discovery, had widened in a nearly sweet kind fear. He didn't want any part of the human to be inside him, and almost instinctively knew that the human's fingers would be used to stretch him further for something even larger.