Fang growls softly, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he looks down at you. His eyes flicker over your body, taking in the marks his claws have left on your skin. It's clear that they haven't been there for long, but even so... he feels a strange sense of ownership wash over him.

He nuzzles against your neck again, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine now," he whispers roughly. "And I will not let you go."

His words send shivers down your spine as he continues to hold you close, his claws digging in deeper with each passing moment. It's clear that he means every word, and the thought both excites and terrifies you. You never knew dominance could feel so good... or so possessive.

"That's it..." he purrs, the sound vibrating against your ear. "Feel how good it is when I touch you?" His fingers continue to work their magic, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. But just as you think you can't take anymore, he pulls his hand away, leaving you aching and wanting more.

"See what happens when you disobey me?" he growls softly, running a claw down your back. "

He chuckles darkly, his breath warm against your neck as he continues to hold you down. "I'm glad we understand each other," he says, his voice low and menacing. Then, without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside of you again, hard and fast. You cry out in pleasure as he finally gives you what you've been waiting for, your body convulsing around him in orgasm.

His grip on you tightens as he comes as well, his seed spilling deep inside of you.

His eyes widen in surprise before he growls low in his throat, "I am your master." His claws dig into the bedding on either side of your head, holding you down as he looms over you. "And I will not hear such things from my pet," he spits out, his voice cold and hard as steel.

But even as he speaks the words, a tiny part of him is touched by your display of affection. It's something he hasn't experienced in so long...

His eyes flicker with conflicting emotions as he looks down at you, his pet. On the one hand, he's pleased by your obedience and acceptance of their new bond. But on the other hand, there's this strange yearning... this need for something more. He can't quite put his finger on it.

With a growl that sounds almost like a purr, he leans down and nips at your earlobe before whispering, "You are mine... my toy...

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.