[SilentFeather]

Halcron felt moody, irritable and downright enraged with the world, even more for what was inflicted upon him, even more for what was occurring right now inside him and between his legs. He winced as he was lifted upward but sucked in a breath, letting such depart his lungs in a heavy whoosh of gentle but panted air. "Trust me that I will always express my apologies to you, I am natured that way so get .. used to it .. I - AH!" He went to smile wider only for it to be wiped from existence upon his face, feeling a violent pang cause his body to spasm and his swollen swell to jolt upward with a violent outward lurch that caused a dent within his very flesh, raising it upward significantly for a span of time.

"OH GODS! I DO NOT THINK I CAN BEAR ANY MORE OF THIS! JUST REACH IN AND PULL IT OUT! IT IS TORTURING ME!" He cried out with a mournful, tortured wail which ripped from the very depths of his throat, the front of his face burying itself against the side of Vale's sturdy leg, dainty, feminine fingers curling inward as he clutched the clothed limb tight enough to cause a loss of bloodflow to his leg.