[This is happening. This is actually happening and it makes his breath hitch in both fear and a strange sort of anticipation. He tries one last time to run, to resist, to get up-but under that hand and the utter strength the demon exerts, he's unable to.
A hiss passes through clenched teeth as he feels that damnable hand touch him in his most sensitive areas, eyes narrowing even as the men surrounding them begin to circle around, their glowing yellow eyes feeling like they're boring holes into his flesh. With his hakama slid down, nothing is holding the top part of Shihakusho up-and the fabric hangs open, his chest clearly visible.
He wasn't just going to have his way with Ichigo-he was going to let his men join in as well. Another flicker of fear crosses his face before he desperately reins it in, tries to show no expression beyond grim determination. All he had to do was survive this, that was all-just weather it out, don't cry out or give them any kind of incentive-
And then that finger press into him, and his vows to himself fly right out the window.]
N-Ngaaaaaaaah!
[It hurts-he's not used to it, not used to anything like that, and his hands reflexively clutch at the floor, aiming his shocked expression at the ground so the bastards around him won't see it. He tries to control his breathing, but there's a sensation beyond the pain that's making itself known-and the shame of it nearly brings tears to his eyes.
Pleasure. Again, this time mixing with the pain so he can't separate the two. What's worse is that he can feel his cock twitching in time with that finger probing him, drops of pre-cum gathering at the head and softly dropping to the floor. Hopefully the demon didn't notice...]
I...I'm sure as hell...not telling you!
[Still trying to be defiant, even now-but it's much more difficult than it had been before.]
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A hiss passes through clenched teeth as he feels that damnable hand touch him in his most sensitive areas, eyes narrowing even as the men surrounding them begin to circle around, their glowing yellow eyes feeling like they're boring holes into his flesh. With his hakama slid down, nothing is holding the top part of Shihakusho up-and the fabric hangs open, his chest clearly visible.
He wasn't just going to have his way with Ichigo-he was going to let his men join in as well. Another flicker of fear crosses his face before he desperately reins it in, tries to show no expression beyond grim determination. All he had to do was survive this, that was all-just weather it out, don't cry out or give them any kind of incentive-
And then that finger press into him, and his vows to himself fly right out the window.]
N-Ngaaaaaaaah!
[It hurts-he's not used to it, not used to anything like that, and his hands reflexively clutch at the floor, aiming his shocked expression at the ground so the bastards around him won't see it. He tries to control his breathing, but there's a sensation beyond the pain that's making itself known-and the shame of it nearly brings tears to his eyes.
Pleasure. Again, this time mixing with the pain so he can't separate the two. What's worse is that he can feel his cock twitching in time with that finger probing him, drops of pre-cum gathering at the head and softly dropping to the floor. Hopefully the demon didn't notice...]
I...I'm sure as hell...not telling you!
[Still trying to be defiant, even now-but it's much more difficult than it had been before.]