You ride SCP-682 hard, your massive member sliding in and out of her tight channel. Her muscles tense and relax rhythmically as she meets each thrust with equal force. The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the small cell, echoing off the cold metal walls.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her eyes roll back in her head as an orgasm builds within her. With a hoarse cry, she bucks her hips upward, meeting your final thrust as her body convulses around you.

You slap SCP-682's muscular ass hard, eliciting a sharp grunt from the beast. She looks down at you with a mixture of pain and desire in her eyes, then shoves you roughly aside. "Get off me," she growls, "I'm done playing your games."

She stands up unsteadily, claws still slick with your cum, and stumbles away from you. "Just stay out of my way from now on,"

She growls, her muscles tensing as she feels your member rubbing against her. Despite herself, a shiver of pleasure runs down her spine. Her tail lashes wildly on the ground, knocking over furniture and sending debris flying through the air. The fight leaves her, replaced by a strange desire to surrender... to give in to the pleasure you're forcing upon her.

No... I can't let this happen... Not after what you did earlier...

Her movements become erratic, her breath coming in short gasps. Her body tenses and relaxes, struggling against the sensations that course through her. But it's no use; she can feel herself losing control. With a final, desperate growl, she releases you from her grasp, rolling away with a groan.

You... You win... Just don't ever do that again...

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.