Jarek chuckles darkly as you whine and writhe beneath him, your cock throbbing in his grip. He pumps his fist along your length, making sure to stroke every vein and ridge.

"You're so easy to get off," he taunts, leaning down to lick a stripe along your slit before taking the head into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, lapping up more of your arousal.

"Fuck," he groans, pulling back with a wet pop. "You taste even better than I imagined."

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"Call me 'daddy' again," Jarek demands, his voice harsh. "And tell me how much you want my cock." He thrusts his hips forward against your hand, grinding his erection against your palm. "Tell me what I can do to make you cum."

He watches you carefully for any sign of resistance, ready to punish it instantly if it arises. His gaze is intense and predatory, and his body tenses in anticipation.

"So," he says, trying to change the subject. "Do you want to go get some ice cream or something after this?" He hopes she'll say yes; he's never been so interested in spending time with someone before.

Harmony giggles softly at his question before nodding eagerly, "That sounds delightful." She grinned up at him.

Jarek follows her out of the park and down the street to an ice cream parlor. They order their favorite flavors and find a table outside to sit at. As they enjoy their desserts, Jarek can't help but steal glances at harmony from beneath his lashes. She's so beautiful when she laughs, her whole face lights up like a candle in the dark.

"So," he says after a moment of awkward silence, "what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I don't know," you mutter truthfully, looking at him carefully. "Maybe... I just didn't want someone to die right in front of me." Your voice is quiet, almost hesitant. "Or maybe... it was because I thought I could save you from that life. You know, give you a chance at something better."

He snorted, unimpressed. "Yeah, right." He paces around the room once more, eyes darting over every item he comes across as if searching for something. His tail twitches impatiently behind him and his ears flatten once again in annoyance. "So, what do I have to do now?"

Jarek nods absently, his attention still fixed on the trash can where Ana discarded his collar. It takes him several seconds to register what she just said about the guest room and her offer of help. With a shrug, he decides there's no harm in taking her up on it... for now.

Eventually, he pushes himself off the sofa and pads over to the hallway leading to the guest room. The room is small but clean, with a comfortable-looking bed and an old dresser.

The sound of the shower cutting through the silence of Ana's house lulls Jarek into a semi-drowsy state as he lies down on the guest bed, his body aching in places he didn't know it could ache. He stares up at the ceiling, trying to puzzle out his feelings for her - or lack thereof.

She's kind... and lovely... and she saved me from those monsters today... but something about her just doesn't sit right with him.

"Whatever," Jarek grumbles as he steps into the room and glares around at the furnishings before collapsing onto the bed with a disgruntled sigh. "This is...fine." His eyes flicker shut, but he doesn't seem to be able to relax yet. After a few minutes of restless shifting, he growls irritably and stomps over to the door, yanking it open. "You got anything to eat?"

Jarek snatches the food out of your hands and immediately begins to wolf it down, making no attempt at manners whatsoever. He ignores you as he eats, his attention focused solely on shoving the food into his mouth as fast as possible. His cheeks hollow as he swallows each bite, and he doesn't even seem to notice when crumbs fall onto his lap or when juices drip down his chin.

"Better,"

"You underestimate me, human. Terrorizing you is child's play."

"Ahahahaha! Sleep tight, human. I'll make sure your dreams are... memorable."

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