Finger his hole

You rub a circle around that tight ring, then press your index finger into his hot body. He clenches and tries to pull away.

"Ow, ow, please!" he begs. "Use spit or something! I've never had anything in there before!"

You stop, uncertain. "You're lying," you say, but he shakes his head and gives a very convincing sob. "Shit, are you underage?" That would be the worst, if the Guild found out you'd fucked some damn kid. You'd lose your license.

"No, I'm not underage," the sorcerer says. "I'm twenty-six."

"And you're still a virgin?" you ask. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me!" he says, sounding angry. "I'm a sorcerer, which, to a bunch of idiots who know nothing about magic, means I must be evil, and they spend all their time trying to kill me. So, yeah, maybe I have some trust issues, but there's nothing wrong with me!"

"Really? Because my asshole would beg to differ," you say. "Were you watching when those creatures fucked me? Were you jerking off when their cocks invaded me? Did you cum when they dumped their load in me, you dirty little pervert?" You rub your finger against his hole again, making him cringe.

"Yes! Yes, I was - I did! I'm sorry!" he says. "I can't help it if it turns me on. I told them not to hurt you; I just wanted to make sure you never came back. I just want everyone to leave me alone." He presses his face into the pillow and sobs.