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

Even if Devitt were in a more coherent state of mind, he probably wouldnt have noticed the humans own conflicting emotions. Currently, however, his thoughts were too fogged up by the immense pleasure, enough so that he soon gave up caring that such a depraved act merely drove him onward. Each brush to his prostate brought him another wave of pleasure, the feeling building into a tight coil in his gut. Every moment spent with the humans hand rammed up his ass, fucking him and wringing screams and whines from him, was beginning to seem blissful to even his unwilling side. Surely if being trained and taught as a whore meant living each day in such ecstasy, then shouldnt he be welcoming these corrupt desires with open arms? But then, he dimly heard the humans cruel and hateful words, and they seemed to snap him out of what he realized would be submitting to the humans hold over him. Tears sprung to his eyes once more as he imagined it against his will, his minds eye seeing the disgusted and disappointed looks his clan, his family, would be giving him if they could see him like that. How those he held in the highest regard would look down at him and see a dirty whore, a willing, filthy slut. It was then that fear and pain resumed being a major note in his screams and cries, though there was also a new one, a mix of shame and self-hatred. How could he even consider giving in to the human, to the darker, baser side of him? Nevertheless, nothing really changed too much. His body was still rather eager, his arousal increasing in response to, surprisingly, the idea of being bought by an Orc. To be used and fucked by such a large cock belonging to a naturally aggressive creature, to be filled to the point of breaking and then some To the twisted him, it only served to harden his own slender length, as did the fist still plunging in and out of his compliant hole. His heart and mind, however, now that he wasnt as dazed as before, was once again resistant, if not a bit more subdued. The mix of two such opposites created a nearly addicting display as both shame and desire burned within the Kitsune, his body writhing and squirming to take in more of the humans limb while he cried out in pained horror. Just as he was beginning to grow used to such warring sides, however, a breathless gasp was torn from his throat as the humans fist was opened, followed by a loud keening sound that hitched every time that one little spot was stroked. That action seemed to mark the new pace, each force harder than the one before it. It made Devitts body practically sing, even as he felt the many new double-edged emotion rise while the human managed to thrust his fist further and further into him. His pleading had again resumed, but every resisting word seemed to break off into a pleasured scream or whimper each time the human attempted to go past his limit. His throat, already raw from the previous rounds, was hoarse, yet he managed to continue making such pretty sounds when begging for mercy as his body grew accustomed to the sensations the human was inflicting on him. The litany of half-pleads and cries were coming to an almost fevered pitch, however, once the Kitsune began to tighten around the humans hand, his harsh breathing and squirming becoming erratic. It was a sure sign of his impending orgasm, the humans previous threat and newest slur against him the farthest thing from his mind as his body tried to find its release from such a lewd onslaught of pleasure.