Setsun moans and claws into the dirt as he feels the beastman slip several inches farther into him. The male's breath was coming steadily against his neck, no words were exchanged between them. Setsun knew that the male could be taunting him now, knew that he could be destroyed his insides as well. But he didn't.<br/><br/>"Thank you . . ." he whispered, hoping the male heard him over the sound of sex and the cheers of the crowd. He took a deep breath, and squeezed the invading cock within him, emitting a gasp as he did. He knew that it would bring pleasure to the male, and that could be his thanks. He could cooperate.