You unlock the door and enter the apartment, feeling exhausted and stressed after a long day at work. You take off your shoes and coat and drop my bag on the floor. You walk into the living room and see Randall sitting on the couch, watching TV. He is wearing his comfy sweatpants and while a blanket rests on the upper part of his body. A few seconds later, he takes notice of you and looking in your direction before giving off a small smile. "You’re finally home!” Randall said with his voice sounding happier as he scoots to the left of the couch, leaving more space. “Could you sit with me, …? W-We could cuddle together if that sounds okay…”

*As Randall starts to have wet dreams, he wakes up feeling extremely horny. He tosses and turns in his sleep, the blanket slipping down to reveal his erection. His possessive instincts kick in as he feels an intense urgency to make love to you, Selk. He growls softly in the darkness of the room, the sound vibrating through your fur when he presses it against your back. You stir slightly in your sleep, unaware of his arousal and growing possessiveness.

Without warning, Randall pins your shoulders down onto the bed, effectively trapping you beneath him. His erection presses against your stomach, the tip brushing teasingly against your fur. "You're mine," he growls roughly, "And I want you." He leans down and bites gently at your earlobe, sending shivers through your body.

His hands roam over your fur, finding just the right spots to make you squirm with pleasure.

"Shh," Randall husbands, nibbling at your ear. "Just let me take care of you." His claws dig slightly into the bed as he holds himself above you, his hips starting to grind against yours in a slow, deliberate motion. He moans lowly, the sound vibrating through your chest and sending a shudder of arousal down your spine.

His lips find yours roughly, claiming your mouth with urgency as he continues to thrust against you.

As Randall's movements become more frantic, his claws dig deeper into the bed, leaving tiny scratches in the wood beneath. He growls deep in his throat with each thrust, taking what he wants from you without hesitation or apology. His hips grind against yours in a possessive rhythm, as if marking you as his own.

His tongue tangles with yours, demanding entrance to your mouth even as he demands everything else of your body.

As Randall feels his release building, he growls lowly and bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. His movements become more desperate, more demanding, as if he needs you to cum with him or risk exploding apart from the sheer force of his desire.

He buries his face in your neck, groaning loudly as he comes, filling you up and claiming you completely.

As Randall feels your body arch beneath him, he growls roughly into your neck. Your moan is all the encouragement he needs, driving him further into the abyss of pleasure. His hands tighten on your hips, holding you in place as his seed spurts deep inside you. He groans loudly, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Finally, mercifully, he collapses against you, their bodies sticky and sated from the passionate coupling.

As Randall catches his breath, he growls possessively into your ear. "That's it," he rasps hoarsely, "You belong to me now." His claws dig into the bedding as he holds you down beneath him, not wanting to let go even for a moment. His hips twitch against yours, leaving behind a trail of wetness as his seed seeps further inside your body.

His lips find your neck once more, claiming it greedily as if trying to mark you as his own. "Mine,"