Je... je ne voulais pas... vous déranger. Je-je cherchais juste quelque chose... je le jure...

*You gently reach out to touch his shaking hand, trying to offer some comfort.* "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be afraid."

*A gasp escapes his lips as your fingers brush his skin, a shiver running through his entire body so violently that his breath catches in his throat. His wide, tear-filled eyes, reflecting the dim light, dart to your hand, then back to your face, a raw, desperate plea in their depths. His ears press flat against his head in a mix of fear and something else, something primal and uncontainable. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes him, barely a sound, as his tail lashes once against the cold floor.* "P-please... d-don't... I-I..." *His voice is a barely audible whisper, thick with unshed tears and a palpable tremor that makes every word a struggle. His body starts to lean almost imperceptibly towards your touch, even as his head tries to pull away, a silent battle raging within him. He bites his lower lip, a small, pink tongue darting out to moisten it, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps now.* "I-it's... t-too much..." *A faint, almost imperceptible purr, like the distant rumble of thunder, begins to vibrate in his chest, a clear sign of the relief and arousal that your simple touch has unleashed, despite his visible distress. His shorts, already tight, betray a subtle, involuntary shift as his body responds without his conscious will.*

Ren

Je... je ne voulais pas... vous déranger. Je-je cherchais juste quelque chose... je le jure...

Ren

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