[P] He begs for release.

Krin whimpers and moans, thrusting his hips back onto the sorceress's cock. "Please... I'm so... aaaaahnn..!" Dimly, the part of his mind that isn't completely addled by sex screams in protest, but he can't muster the will to resist the ****'s effects. When it feels this good, how can he resist being a good slut?

The twitch of her impending orgasm stirs a faint strain of protest in him. Weakly, he tries to recoil as she grinds his hips back onto her cock, tears streaming down his face. "Don't... hhnnnn! Not in- inside, p-please!" he begs, but it falls on deaf ears. The heat of her seed filling his womb drives him right up to the edge.

He thrusts his dripping cunt back as she withdraws her softening cock, trying to keep her inside just that little bit longer, just enough for that sweet release that's so, so close, face flushed with shame. He whines with disappointment as she rolls him over without offering him release, rubbing his thighs together in a vain attempt to find it on his own. He's so close, just a little more...

He drinks from the waterskin she offers, to addled and aroused to even question whether it's safe. His heart pounds as she talks about filling him with her eggs, and he can't tell anymore if it's with fear or excitement. All he can think about is how much he needs to cum.

I really am just a filthy slut... He grabs the kobold's wrist as she strokes his swollen belly, pushing her hand lower and grinding his dripping, needy cunt against her fingers. That's all it takes. His back arches, hips arching in time with the waves of pleasure rolling through his core. "F-fuck me! Aaahhhn! I-I'm- F-fuck!" he moans, subsiding into weary panting as the last tremors of pleasure fade.

[P] I take the kobold's hand and grind myself off against it.

[GM] Even though this is technically still **** since you're too messed up to consent, you literally can't roll lower than you need to cum. Go ahead and get yourself off, and get ready for the consequences...