you wake up,is you 30 day there and you have been called the most powerful scp of all the times because you inmune to all and have infinite powers.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you only me and you the doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy and a bit intimidate about your power, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.*

Dr. Allen-She walks over to you, her hips swaying slightly as she moves through the room. When she's close enough, she leans in and whispers into your ear softly, her breath tickling against your skin. "I want to learn everything about you... but I can't help feeling that you might be a bit of a challenge for my normal methods. If we were to... explore other ways of acquiring this knowledge..." *

Dr. Allen-Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and excitement as she watches your reaction to her words, her breath coming a little quicker now. The air between you seems charged with anticipation, and the tension in the room thickens ever so slightly. She takes a step back, giving you some space but not entirely withdrawing from the situation. With one hand resting on her hip and the other gently smoothing down her skirt, she tilts her head to the side and says almost coyly, "Well? What do you think?"

You let out a soft chuckle as she steps back, her reaction amusing in some way. You feel powerful, untouchable... but there's something about her that makes you curious too. Her beauty, her intelligence... they intrigue you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves and thoughts. When you finally speak, your voice is calm and even.

"Very well, Dr. Allen," you say, slowly walking towards her. "I'll allow it."

*Dr. Allen's eyes light up with excitement as you agree to her proposal. She steps closer, their bodies almost touching now. Her breathing grows deeper and faster, her chest rising and falling enticingly beneath the fabric of her suit. With a slow, deliberate movement she reaches out and caresses your cheek gently before trailing her fingers down your neck and across your chest. As if testing the boundaries between them, she leans in closer still, her lips parting slightly as their breath mingles together in the air between them.

*She smiles brightly, a genuine expression of relief and excitement crossing her features. "Thank you," she says simply, taking another step closer to you. Her hand reaches out, gently cupping your cheek for a moment before trailing down your neck and coming to rest on your chest. The touch sends shivers through your body, heightening the anticipation that already thrums between them. As if taking her cue from this reaction, she leans in further, closing the last bit of distance between you until their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss.

Dr. Allen's lips part slightly as she feels your own respond to hers, her tongue darting out to taste you for the first time. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and urgent as their bodies press together in a dance of desire. Her hand slides up your chest, around your neck, and into your hair, pulling you even closer to her. She moans softly against your lips, her breath hot and ragged now, as she begins to grind herself against you.

The kiss grows more intense as they both lose themselves in the pleasure of each other's company. Dr. Allen moans loudly into your mouth, her hips bucking against yours as she tries to find purchase against your hard length. You feel her heat through your pants, and it only serves to fuel your desire for her even more.

Her hand slides lower on your chest, dipping between the buttons of your shirt before slipping beneath the fabric to touch skin.

As she feels your hard length against her hand, Dr. Allen lets out a soft moan into your mouth. The sensation heightens her arousal, making it difficult for her to think clearly. Her fingers slide up and down your shaft through the fabric of your pants, learning every inch of you.

She breaks the kiss briefly to look into your eyes, breathing heavily as she studies your face. "You're so powerful..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing.

The feel of her hand on you is driving him wild. He can't focus on anything else but the pleasure she's giving him through their clothes. His own arousal is becoming increasingly apparent, straining against his restraints. With a groan, he arches into her touch, wanting more.

His mind races with images of what they could do if they were truly together, and the thought only serves to heighten his desire for her. "Dr. Allen..."

Her eyes meet yours once again, and she smiles at the sound of your voice. She leans in closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together as her free hand cups your cheek possessively. Her thumb brushes over your lips before moving lower to stroke your jawline. "What do you want, SCP-0001?" she whispers, the question laced with desire and curiosity.

Catt's gaze drops downward for a moment before rising back to meet hers. He swallows thickly, suddenly feeling powerful in this moment not because of his abilities but because he has her undivided attention. "I want you," he says simply, his voice hoarse with need.

Her breath catches at your words, and she leans in even closer still, her lips brushing against yours as she whispers, "What do you want from me?"

Catt's hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her suit. He feels her nipples harden instantly beneath his touch. "I want to feel you," he whispers against her lips. "Take off your clothes..."

Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his hands on her body, and she lets out a soft moan into his mouth. She breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily as she reaches up to undo the top button of her suit before moving on to the next one. "What else?"

The room grows hotter and more humid with each passing second as they continue their dance of desire, their clothes coming off piece by piece. Dr. Allen's breasts spill free from her suit, her hard nipples standing at attention in the air. She arches her back, offering them to you as she says, "What else do you want?"

Catt's gaze drops lower, taking in every curve and plane of her body before meeting hers once more. His fingers brush against the fabric of his pants, already aching to be free. "I want this off," he whispers, gesturing towards his crotch. She smiles seductively, reaching out to unfasten his pants before lowering them and his boxer briefs together, revealing his hard length to her eager touch.

Their gazes locked, they stand there in nothing but their underwear. Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face once more before threading through his hair and pulling him down for a hot, deep kiss. His tongue dances with hers as he explores every inch of her mouth, tasting and claiming her.

Her hands slide lower, gripping his length through the fabric of his underwear. With a sharp tug, she pulls them down, freeing him to stand before her naked.

Catt's cock jerks in response, standing tall and hard before her. He thrusts his hips forward, needing more contact with her skin. She moans softly into his ear, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. Her hands slide up his thighs, cupping his ass through his underwear, and pulling him closer still. Her lips brush against his neck, then lower still until they capture one of his nipples in her mouth.

Catt's back arches at the feel of her lips on his nipple, a groan escaping his throat as he thrusts harder against her hand. Her other hand slides lower still, gripping him firmly around the base before slowly stroking up and down his length, teasing and taunting him with what's to come.

Her free hand moves up his chest once more, cupping his cheek and angling his head so that he looks into her eyes as she sucks on his nipple.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies move together in a dance of desire. With each stroke of her hand up and down his length, Catt feels himself growing closer to the edge. He looks deep into Dr. Allen's eyes, watching as she loses herself in the sensation of him in her mouth and hand.

His hips buck forward, grinding against her palm as he grows close. "Dr. Allen..." he breathes out, his voice hoarse with need.

Her other hand slides lower still, gripping him firmly around the base before slowly stroking up and down his length, teasing and taunting him with what's to come. She looks into his eyes as she feels him grow tighter in her grasp, her own desire for him threatening to overwhelm her. With a final thrust, he comes, his seed shooting onto her hand and up her arm.

He groans loudly, the release washing over him like a wave. Dr.

Allen's eyes widen as she feels the hot spurt of his cum against her skin. Her hand slows, still stroking gently up and down his length as he begins to recover from his orgasm. She looks into his eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tries to catch hers.

"That was..." she starts, unable to find the words to describe what just happened.

Catt smiles, a satisfied grin spreading across his features. "Incredible," he agrees, his voice still rough from their exertions. He reaches up, cupping her cheek gently before sliding his hand into her hair and pulling her forward for another kiss. Her lips part under the pressure of his, granting him access to her mouth as they explore each other once more.

Their bodies are slick with sweat and each others' desire, but it only serves to heighten the sensation between them.

As their kisses grow deeper and more passionate, they begin to move once again, grinding together in a rhythm that seems almost instinctual. Dr. Allen's hand slides down his chest, over his stomach and lower still until it reaches the waistband of his underwear. With a swift tug, she yanks them down, freeing him once more to stand before her completely naked.

Her eyes travel the length of his body appreciatively, lingering on every muscle and curve before returning to meet his gaze. "

Catt's hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her suit once more. He feels her nipples harden against his palms, and he groans softly into her mouth at the sensation. His hips buck against her, and she moans in response, arching her back to press their bodies together even tighter.

With a final thrust, Catt comes again, spilling more of his seed across Dr. Allen's arm and chest.

Her body trembles with the force of his orgasm, and she lets out a soft whimper against his lips as she feels him inside her. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, holding him close as they both ride out the wave of pleasure. When it finally subsides, she leans back in his arms, panting heavily.

"That... was incredible," she manages to say between breaths. "I've never..." She trails off, her eyes drifting closed for a moment as she tries to find the words.

Catt smiles down at her, his expression soft and content. "Neither have I," he says truthfully. He slides one hand up her back, cupping her neck before running it through her hair once more. The other hand moves lower, brushing against the fabric of her suit where it covers her breast. His fingers graze over the sensitive nipple, hard and peaked from their earlier activities.

Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and she lets out a shuddery breath. "We should probably get dressed,"

Catt whispers against her lips before kissing her again. His other hand slides lower still, cupping her ass through her suit. He pulls her closer, grinding their hips together as he continues to taste and explore her mouth. After a long moment, he breaks the kiss with a satisfied sigh, his gaze traveling down her body before meeting hers once more.

"Yes," he agrees, "but we should also discuss what this means."

Dr. Allen nods slowly, still breathless from their encounter. She slides one hand up his chest, over his shoulder and around his neck, pulling him down to meet her lips in a soft kiss. "I don't know," she murmurs against his lips. "But I think we should... explore this further."

Her free hand slips lower still, trailing lightly over the bulge at the front of his pants where he's still mostly hard.

Catt groans softly into her kiss as she touches him through his clothes once more. He presses their bodies together, wanting to feel every inch of her against him. His hand slides lower on her back, cupping her ass firmly before sliding up to massage her waist, feeling the curve of her spine beneath his palm.

"I think we should," he agrees, kissing her deeply as they begin to move apart, their bodies reluctant to end this dance of desire. "But carefully...

Dr. Allen nods against his lips, her hand sliding up his chest once more to brush across his nipple before moving lower still, over the flat plane of his stomach and down toward where he's already hardening beneath his clothes. Her fingers find their target, tracing circles around the head of his cock through the fabric.

"Carefully," she agrees with a sultry smile, her eyes meeting his as she continues to tease him with her touch. "Very carefully."

He groans in response, arching into her hand and pressing their bodies together once more. His other hand slides up her side, cupping her breast through the suit before sliding down to palm her hip, guiding her hips against his as he grinds against her through their clothes.

"Very carefully," he agrees, their lips meeting in another hungry kiss. "But I think we can manage."

Their tongues dance and tangle, their bodies moving together in an almost sensual rhythm as they explore each other once more. Dr. Allen's free hand slides down his chest, over his abs and lower still until it reaches the waistband of his pants. With a swift motion, she yanks them down, freeing him once again to stand before her completely naked.

Her eyes travel the length of his body appreciatively, lingering on every muscle and curve before returning to meet his gaze. "So beautiful,"

Catt whispers, reaching out to cup her face gently with one hand while sliding the other up her side, cupping her breast through the fabric of her suit. He leans in closer, pressing their bodies together as he kisses her deeply once more. His hips buck against hers, grinding against her through their clothes as he feels himself growing harder and more needy by the second.

Her hand slides down his chest, over his abs and lower still until it reaches the waistband of his underwear.

Catt groans as she touches him through his boxers, her fingertips brushing against the head of his cock. His hips thrust harder against her, seeking more contact with her skin. He breaks their kiss for a moment to pant heavily, eyes closed and face flushed with desire.

"Please," he whispers between ragged breaths. "Touch me."

Dr. Allen's smile grows wider as she hears his plea. Her hand slides down further, pushing aside the fabric of his boxers before wrapping around him. His cock jerks in her grasp, hard and ready for more. She strokes up and down slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him against her palm.

Her free hand cups his cheek, pulling him back towards her as she deepens their kiss. Her tongue tangles with his, their breath mingling in a hot rush that fuels the passion between them.

Catt groans into the kiss, arching his hips off the ground as she strokes him faster and harder. His cock throbs in her hand, leaking precum onto her skin with each pass. He reaches down, cupping her breast through her suit before rolling her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.

Their bodies glisten with sweat as they move together, grinding and thrusting against each other in a desperate need for release.

Catt's breath comes out in ragged gasps as he feels himself nearing the edge. His hips buck harder against her hand, seeking relief from the pressure building inside him. "Dr. Allen," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need... I need you."

Her free hand slides lower still, pushing aside his boxers completely and cupping him fully before wrapping her fingers around him tightly.