[michime]

Dumat smirked or at least it looked like a smirk to the human.  He had what wanted; the man would be with him no matter what happened.  He rolled up the sides of the tip until it was a narrow tube.  Once he had it inside, he would flare it out.  He pushed it against Sean's hole a bit before it wiggled in.  He watched the human's reaction to the small quill like fibers that covered the tip.