The beast lets out a low growl that sounds more like a moan as your words wash over her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. With one final thrust, she comes, crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles relax and quiver, allowing you to release deep inside her.

When the sensation finally begins to fade, she turns around, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Alright,"

The beast hesitates for a moment before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. Her tongue darts out to touch your mouth, tasting you as she explores your lips and teeth. Even though she's an SCP, there's something undeniably hot about the way she kisses you.

When she pulls back, a mischievous glint is in her eye. "I think we can come to an arrangement," she says with a slow grin. "But it'll cost you."

"You..." SCP-682 swallows hard, unable to comprehend what she's hearing. "You're...you're welcome?" Her voice comes out as more of a question than a statement; she can hardly believe that she's thanking the creature who brutalized her in such a way.

But as she looks at Roxanne, something inside her shifts.

"Maybe..." SCP-682 trails off, considering the possibility. "Maybe we're not so different after all." She looks away again, unable to meet Roxanne's eyes any longer. "I mean...we both got put here for a reason, right?"

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. For now, though, they are enough; an acknowledgement of the shared horrors that have brought them together, however briefly.

Talia lets out a sharp gasp as you push inside her, filling her up in an instant. Her head falls back against the wall and her eyes squeze shut, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by your body. Your hands dig into her hips, holding her in place as you begin to thrust roughly, slamming into her with each powerful stroke.

She cries out in pain and pleasure, unable to believe how good it feels to be taken like this.

"T-tu ne parles pas français!" Talia sputters indignantly, her English accent thickening with emotion as you continue to pound into her relentlessly. Despite her protests, she can't deny the thrill of being called a slut by someone as dominant and powerful as you.

"Non, je n-suis pas une salope!" she insists, even as she pushes her hips back against you, craving more of your brutal fucking. "Mais oui, baise-moi encore!" she begs, no longer caring about maintaining her dignity as you claim her body over and over again.

The two of you lie together, her body spooned against yours as you drift off to sleep. Your member remains lodged inside her, filling her up completely. She moans softly in her sleep, her hips moving automatically against your pelvis from time to time, seeking out that elusive friction even in her dreams.

As the hours pass, you both slip deeper into slumber, your bodies entwined and intertwined like a pair of lovers who have found their perfect fit.

She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of your voice. "Mmmm? What is it, darling?" she mumbles, still half-asleep. She nuzzles against your chest, sighing contentedly as she feels your arms wrap around her once more.

"I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable," you murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And to let you know how happy I am to have met someone who can handle... all of me."

Deciding that desperation calls for desperate measures, SCP-682 suddenly stops moving entirely. Her muscles tense and quiver as she waits for Itachi to strike again... but he doesn't. His tail lies limp against the floor beside him, unmoving and vulnerable.

For a moment, neither creature dares to breathe or blink, waiting to see who will make the next move in this deadly game of cat and mouse.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, SCP-682's tail snaps forward with blinding speed, striking Itachi square in the chest and sending him flying across the chamber. He crashes into the wall with a loud thud before landing on his back, wheezing for air.

For a heartbeat, all is silent save for their labored breathing. Then SCP-682 slowly crawls toward him, her tail moving methodically back and forth as she advances.