He chokes and gags at the invasion, and then moans at the feel of the mouth on his cock. Taking him deeper, hot and wet and all-encompassing. He tries to turn his head away, but there's nowhere to go, the mouth follows him, the tongue cutting off any sound but the moans and gasps he can't hold back. He feels tears squeezing out past his tight shut eyelids and he's mortified at the weakness as his hips lurch up into the monster's mouth.

He tries to follow the litany in his mind, at least, but everything's fractured, his focus destroyed by the mouth at his cock, the tongue twining against his own, in a way that no pain has ever managed to undo him. He bites down hard on the tongue again, even though he knows it won't do him any good; it's the only show of defiance he can manage right now.