When Azwel pulls out of him, Felih whines and shivers, feeling some of the seed inside him slowly trailing out of his folds, making his cheeks burn. He must be such an obscene mess like this, ruffled and seed-coated and spread-bound, and he pants hard to catch his breath as he watches Azwel work and fiddle with the machine, replacing the orb.

It's the stroke to his happy trail of fur that makes his cock twitch again, his attention sliding back to the man himself, and he's still purring, eyes barely open as he looks up at him.

His tail is twitching back and forth, and he huffs and squirms.

"You're not done with me?" he mumbles, slightly relieved to find that Azwel usually freed his subjects afterwards- although it now makes him wonder if the man intends to keep him permanently, which makes him bristle.