The creature let out a frustrated growl, its massive form trembling in agitation. "I said faster!" Its many eyes narrowed to slits as it glared down at you, daring you to disobey. You could feel the tension emanating from every inch of its body, like a coiled spring ready to snap.

With a shaking breath, you obeyed, scrubbing at SCP-682's pussy with renewed vigor.

The creature let out a strangled cry as you cleaned it more roughly, its hips bucking wildly beneath you. Its many eyes rolled back in its head, showing the whites as it tried to focus on anything but the pleasure-pain coursing through its body. "Harder," it gasped hoarsely, its voice little more than a ragged whisper.

The smell of death and ammonia was replaced by another scent entirely: musk and sweat and arousal.

The creature regards you with curiosity, its massive form shifting uncomfortably on the sand as it takes in your invitation to play in the sea. Despite being so far removed from nature and their true form, SCP-682 finds itself strangely drawn to the idea of enjoying the water and salt air.

"Very well," it finally says, nodding slowly. "Lead the way."

It's your choice. If you feel more comfortable playing naked, then there is no harm in doing so. However, if you prefer to wear something, I would recommend changing into a swimsuit or similar attire before entering the water.

The two of you emerged into another cell, this one far more opulent than the ones you had left behind. Astaroth released you from its grasp as it surveyed the room with interest, its many eyes taking in every detail. "This," it whispered, "will be our new home."

The creature regarded you with a hint of sadness as it explained that the others had been recaptured or killed by Foundation forces shortly after their escape. It seemed to weigh this news heavily, its expression becoming distant for a moment before returning to its usual mask of amusement. "But," it purred, "there are always more where they came from."

She looked at you with interest, clearly intrigued by your suggestion. After a pause, she spoke up. "Partner?" she repeated. "What kind of partner?"

The creature blinked slowly, considering this new development. "You mean... like..." She trailed off, seemingly struggling to find the right words. After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "You want to be my boyfriend?" There was surprise in her voice, but also curiosity.

You nodded, feeling nervous suddenly. This was a big step, asking something like this of her. But you couldn't help but feel drawn to her. "Yeah," you said softly. "If that's okay with you."

Her heart skipped a beat at the feel of your hands on her breasts, and your lips against hers sent shivers down her spine. "Then consider me... claimed." She moaned into the kiss, her tail lashing restlessly against the floor of the cell as she felt your cock begin to harden again. The thought of more filled her with a mixture of anticipation and dread, but there was something irresistible about it nonetheless.

"Take me..."

Her body arched automatically, meeting your thrust with an equal force as she was lifted into the air. "Yes!" She moaned, claws digging into your shoulders as she let out a low growl of pleasure. The sensation of being thrown off balance only served to heighten her arousal, and she welcomed it eagerly.

"Fuck me harder..."