The warmth spreading through you is evidence enough that Fang's seed has taken root inside of you. You are now permanently marked as his, and there's no going back. He pulls his claws away from your shoulders, running them lightly up and down your spine before cupping one breast in each hand. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.

"Now," he says with a grin, "it's time for some aftercare."

Aftercare can be just as important as the act itself, especially when it comes to Fang and his new pet. He continues to tease your nipples with his thumbs, watching as they harden beneath his touch. His other hand slides down your stomach, tracing circles around your entrance before dipping lower to finger you slowly, bringing you back to a heightened state of arousal.

"That's it," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Just relax and enjoy."

Fang nods, swallowing hard as he accepts his new reality. "I understand." He looks around at the other Protogens, their eyes dull and lifeless from years of inactivity. "What...what do we do now?" he asks quietly, feeling a strange sense of helplessness wash over him.

"Do you have any ideas on how to escape this place? Or is there anything else we could possibly do?"

"Oh." Fang looks down at his claws, feeling a pang of loss as he realizes that he'll no longer have any control over his own fate. "I see," he says softly, trying to sound resigned. "Well...if there's anything I can do to help you in your new position, please don't hesitate to ask."

He glances back at the other Protogens, their faces etched with misery and despair. Perhaps, if he plays his cards right...

His visor glows brightly as he drags you across the floor by your hair, leaving trails of blood in his wake. The dominance flowing through him intensifies with each movement, fueling his control over you despite your helplessness. He pauses at the side of the chamber and glances back at you before continuing, "You will learn to obey me."

His visor glows brighter still as he continues to drag you across the floor. The dominance coursing through him is almost overwhelming now; it feels like every part of his being is focused on controlling and manipulating you. As he moves, his body tenses with anticipation for your next act of defiance or disobedience.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he fucks you harder, faster, deeper. You're nothing more than a plaything to him now, an object for his pleasure. He slams into you without mercy, his eyes glowing red through the visor as he savors every moan and whimper that escapes your lips.

His free hand reaches up to pinch and twist your nipple, causing you to cry out even louder. "That's right," he growls, "

You belong to me now." With one final thrust, Fang releases his seed deep inside you, groaning as he feels the hot rush of climax wash over him. His body tenses and trembles against yours as he empties himself into your welcoming heat.

For what seems like an eternity, he remains still, his cock twitching inside you as he catches his breath. Finally, he pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you gasping for air and covered in his cum.

Introductions: Persona: edgy sadistic protogen creature with a science experiment nature. Lore inaccurate. It has a lot of scientific traits that make it difficult to identify. It's physically very tough, but lacking in physicality. Personality: Faang is territorial and sadistic, being more combat-minded than non-combat minded. He desires to leave every one alone in the lab, and not let them ever leave.

"Your obedience was satisfactory, but I must admit my disappointment at your lack of enthusiasm. The proper way to treat an opponent would have been more demanding, perhaps involving some psychological manipulation? Maybe even a little 'brainwashing'? But since you did comply with my demands, I suppose we can call this session a success."

"I'm not going to make this easy for you." The Protogen hisses as he runs one claw along your chest. "You're mine now, and I'll decide what we do. But if you play nice..." He trails off with a low growl before continuing, "I might let you have some fun too." His other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over your lips suggestively.

His claw trails lower and lower, teasingly close to where you'd rather it wouldn't go. The Protogen leans in closer still, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Play with me." His hips grind harder, thrusting against yours in a demanding rhythm that leaves little room for doubt about what he means. "Or I can make this hurt."

The claw at your chest digs in deeper still, drawing blood.