Suriel spluttered as he came out of Ikaria's mouth, drenched in saliva and wet sexual fluids. There was a torrent of mixed emotions whirlpooling around in his mind. He wondered if this hellish nightmare would end. When will this abusive humiliation subside. His fur was such a mess and it seemed all of that constant brushing was for nothing. He coughed up some of the warm translucent mixture that was in his mouth so he could protest against the actions that were weighed upon him. However, he was not able to and he was thrust headfirst into the steamy wet confines of Ikaria's sex. His feet and tails squirmed aimlessly in the air. Then he felt the presence of a wet tongue lick playfully around his lower regions and his body stiffened to the sensation. His own sex also perked up to this attention. It was short lived; however, as a mighty orgasmic wave hit him directly in the face and the vaginal walls clenched around him, making him a barrier that was holding back the ongoing flood. He struggled and squirmed as much as he could to try and break loose so he wouldn't drown, but the walls refused to even lend him a small budge.