Setsun was soon erect as the combined pressure of the male on his prostate, combined with the warmth and scent of the body, began to take it's effect on him. Of course, the crowd noticed, their jeering and mockery nearbly doubling. Though he want to moan out, to grind back against the beastman, he knows better of it. The crowd wanted him to hate it. To be decimated.<br/><br/>"Make him stop, please! Oh god, he's tearing me up! Please, someone make it stop, get this monster out of me!" Then, lowering his head and whispering softly, "I'm trying to play along."