"A little. It's nothing too painful," he says, not wanting to cause any concern. Ilima crawls out, remaining on his hands and knees. He gasps as he feels He Ming's fingers press inside. It's just what his body wants; he pulls him in even more and lets out a shuddering breath. There's a deep-seeded want to continue to be bred, something he's not fully aware of.

It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, head hanging low. "It feels good." Blood is already flowing south, his voice breathy as he enjoys the fingers inside of him. Ilima presses back slightly, completely distracted from the discomfort he'd been feeling.