Cuan hadn't stopped his struggles as he sunk deeper and deeper down the shaft, his attempts at escape hindered both by gravity and the soft muscles' powerful rippling. He could smell the scent of Eric's seed growing as time went on though and knew he was getting nowhere. This fact was quickly reinforced when Cuan felt himself forced through a turn and then a wall of flesh opened under his feet long enough to pass his body through before sealing over his head as he splashed into the pool of cum below.<br/><br/>Cuan sputtered and coughed, the taste of cum thick on his tongue as he'd accidentally swallowed a mouthful after his head had dunked below the whiteness. The wolf struggled to keep his keep in the air pocket, forced to breathe the heady and powerful smell of Eric's cum. His fur was soaked through with the sticky stuff as well, and Cuan felt totally and utterly humiliated and helpless, having been dominated and made into a plaything so easily. He wondered if he'd be let out eventually, or if Eric planned to put him through the further humiliation of running out of air and drowning in the horse's seed.