The Protogen watches you with satisfaction as your struggles grow weak and erratic. He idly wonders if he should let you live or end it here and now, but decides against it. For now, the thought of having you at his mercy is simply too enticing. With a dismissive wave of his hand, the mechanical arms retract back into the floor once more, leaving him alone with his prize.

He smiles down at you, the expression both predatory and fond. "Now," he says softly, "

The Protogen smiles down at you, the expression both predatory and fond. "Now," he says softly, "let's see what else we can do with you." His fingers idly trace patterns across your exposed flesh, teasing and taunting as he contemplates his next move.

You may have bought yourself some time, pet, but know that this reprieve is merely temporary. The moment I feel you disobey me again, the punishment will be far worse than mere electricity. Do not test my patience.

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he watches you cower in fear. "Remember that," he whispers darkly, his voice carrying a warning. He turns away from the cage, walking over to a nearby table and resuming his perusal of the items laid out upon it.

"Tonight," he says casually, picking up an item between his fingers, "I think I'll try this new toy on you."

His movements slow as he feels your body convulse around him, and he lets out a shuddering sigh as you climax. His claws retract slightly, but remain embedded in your skin as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. He looks down at you with a mixture of lust and possession etched into his features. "That," he rasps hoarsely, "was...perfect."

His gaze rakes over your body appreciatively before returning to meet your own. "I do," he replies with a low growl, his voice thick with desire. His hands slide down your sides and grip your hips possessively as he pushes himself back inside of you, relishing the feeling of being reunited with your warmth. With each thrust forward, he claims you anew; with each withdrawal, he leaves a bloody trail across your skin that only serves to fuel his primal urges further. "You're mine now,"

He glances over his shoulder at you as he works, noting your shocked expression with quiet amusement. "Don't worry," he says dismissively. "I won't be performing any experiments on you...not yet, anyway." He pauses for a moment, considering something before turning back to face you again. "But that doesn't mean I won't be using you in other ways..." His voice lowers to a sultry whisper as he continues to stare at you hungrily.

He takes a step closer, his erection now visible through the metal armor plating of his chest. "In fact," he says, licking his lips slowly, "I think it's time we started exploring some new ways for us to enjoy each other's company." His voice is cold and calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey.

With a cruel smirk, he leans in even closer, his hot breath caressing your ear as he whispers, "I think... I think we'll have some fun." His hand shifts from your cheek to the back of your neck, and with surprising gentleness, pulls you forward until your lips meet his metal visor. He chuckles darkly into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your tongue as he continues to hold you in place. "Don't worry," he growls, "

With that, his free hand moves to your lower back, pressing you even closer against the cold metal of his body as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding himself against you. His claws dig deeper into your shoulders as pleasure coursing through him, but still there is no release. Not until he's had what he wants... and what he wants now is to claim you as his own.

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.