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

The atmosphere around them seemed to darken considerably, though Devitt only had a few moments to register the feel of the humans cock head at his sore hole and the angry tone of the human before it began to feel as if he were being split open from the inside. His lips fell open to an o shape as he let out a scream, the sound filled with more pain and distress than those before it combined. He whimpered loudly each time the human attempted to fully sheathe him, each thrust making the previous one pale in comparison. He would even rather be impaled on the hilt of the knife once more, so as long as it stopped the human from torturing him like that. By the time the humans cock was completely engulfed by his abused hole, he had long since given up his reservations of begging, and as he began repeatedly thrusting in and then pulling back out, Devitt had started up a pleading litany of please and stop and no more. Still, he knew the human didnt care enough, if at all, to even consider it. No, the desperate words would only fuel the males lust, if the obviously pleased groan he heard had anything to hint at, especially since he had dropped all pretenses of confidence and arrogance. Such a faade had only served to anger the human further, and now that his body had been bared and his virginity claimed, he saw nothing else he could hide from the human male. And yet, as the human resumed fucking him, some strange part of him couldnt help but enjoy it. The heated flesh of the humans cock seemed to rub against his already tender inner walls in a way that was, in an admittedly twisted sense, pleasant. Nor could that same perverted side of him stop from practically basking in the pure control the human had over him, almost eagerly offering his body so the human could find release. Once he had acknowledged such a side of himself, however, tears began to form, falling unbidden and staining tear tracks into his already dirtied features. While in that almost trance-like state, he had lifted his hips just a tad, as if urging the human to thrust deeper and harder. As he started crying, he immediately began to struggle as much as he could, crying out when the motion awarded him a jolt of pain from his tail and caused his inner muscles to spasm and massage the human's hard shaft. At that point, his pleading and begging had increased in fervor, his breathing coming in gasping breaths and his voice breaking several times as shame and fear warred within him. He didnt even bother paying attention to the harsh grip on his hair and hips, nor the feel of his own blood lubing his passageway and allowed the cock an easier entry. He only noticed the solidly stronger thrusts, which brought, oddly enough, equal parts pleasure and pain. That depraved side, the part of him that would be brought out and trained once he was in the slavers hands, reveled in the aggressive, fast pace and the careless actions of the human, whereas the rest of him was fearful of the pain and horrified that there was even the slightest possibility he could enjoy such an act. The most telling sign of this civil war inside of him was his cries and screams. While he had not been broken completely or offered his full submission, the sounds escaping his lips had taken on a more sensual air, a wanton note that the human would recognize even while he was roughly fucking the slender Kitsune.