[P] He'd rather not.

"Mmmmn... F-FUUUCK!" Krin squeals as Ceres slams him down onto her shaft. He pants, trying not to move more than absolutely necessary while he adjust to the sudden intrusion. It didn't hurt, at least, but it wasn't exactly.... comfortable. Even if looking down at the way she made his stomach bulge did set his heart racing. He rests a palm against the bulge, panting. He could get used to this... But that seemed like a dangerous path to start down, even in his haze of desire.

He looks up, trembling at the sight of Ceres's long fangs. He shakes his head quickly in response to her offer. No telling what exactly those fangs would do to him. "N-no, I... haaa... I just neeed... a moment... hnnn" The trickle of fear and concern at least helps him bring himself back from the edge a bit.

[P] I try to cool down again 1d20 = 17