Bend him over a fallen tree

As he scrambles to his feet, you grab him by the arm and shove him toward the thick trunk of a giant tree that fell sometime in past. Weathered and rotten, the bark has been worn away, revealing smooth, silvered wood. You snatch up the cloak from off the ground and toss it over the fallen tree. He tries to pull away from you, but you're stronger than you look, and your grip is like iron. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, you shove him forward, bending him over the tree trunk.

"No, please--Don't!" your master shouts, his legs kicking in a panic as he realizes your intention. You press against his naked ass, your cock starting to harden as he struggles against you. He draws a breath, and you feel a weight in your chest, like a cold stone, and your communal memories fill you with a sudden rush of fear. That is the feeling you get when your master is preparing to banish you.

Before he can speak, you slap your hand over his mouth, muffling his words. He can only send you back if he can speak the ancient words aloud, but your heart hammers in your chest as you realize how close you just came to losing your existence