Emrys was trembling underneath the werewolf as he carefully worked him open. The first two fingers had been bearable, but when Mir added the third and then the fourth, he had to bite down on his lip to keep from whimpering in pain. He was afraid if he showed he was hurting his master would stop and he didn't want that at all.
The boy had nodded at the words but then his master was slowly pushing inside of him. He let out a gasp of pain, tears springing to his eyes. His first instinct was to pull away from the pain, but he just kept thinking it would get better. His nails were digging into his palms as he worked to relax, taking deep breaths.