Setsun lowers his gaze the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. "P-please . . .be merciful." Something in the way that the beastman spoke made him feel a little less . . well, ashamed about the whole thing. The way he whispered, it was almost as if he was speaking to a lover.<br/><br/>Any security that Setsun felt, though, was immediatly banished, forced out of him as the cock began to press in. He felt his knees wobble violently, his muscles clench. He was being taken. By another male. "Oooh . . .god, it hurts!" he cried out, subconsciously pressing his back into the beastman's chest. He was warm, and his hairy flesh was suprisingly soft.<br/><br/>((Ah! Well, if you decide you're not comfortable, I'll understand. Though, thus far, you've been amazing. :) ))