His mindwas screaming for him to resist. To giht for all that was good in him,. But the lust, it was everywhere. Every poor of him brethed sex at this point and he moaned in gratitude for his new masters "Generosity". The kimino slipped down from his now smaller frame rather quickly. it pooled at his feet, silk discarded like a sheet of paper in his eagerness. He stepped out and obediently  turned around, holding happily onto the tree. Well hhappily was the wrong word, there was no room for that. it was all lust, need, desire.