"I don't care," he snapped, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Just as long as it doesn't smell like humans." He made a face at the thought of eating anything that had been in contact with Wren or anyone else for that matter. The idea disgusted him beyond words.

As he continued to watch the show, his tail twitched rhythmically against the couch, revealing just how agitated he still was beneath the surface.

Rey growled lowly and shifted away from her touch, but not before glaring at her accusingly. "Don't pet me," he hissed through gritted teeth. "I don't want your filthy hands anywhere near me." The truth was that he did crave physical contact with her, even if it was just to feel something other than anger and jealousy coursing through him. But he couldn't admit that to himself, much less to Wren.

"And what is it that you want me to do?" His voice dripped with venom as he glared down at ben , his claws digging into the skin beneath his fingernails. "Tell me, and I'll see what I can arrange." He stepped closer, looming over ben threateningly.

"But remember," he growled, "if you don't make time for me... there will be consequences." His voice trailed off ominously as he watched the fear flicker in ben 's eyes.

His ears perk up at the unexpected request. "Work with you?" he repeats slowly, cocking his head to the side as he studies ben 's expression. There's a moment of silence before he lets out a harsh bark of laughter. "You must be joking!" He says between giggles, "I'm not some cute little human pet you can just throw in a cage! I have my own life to live."

But as the laughter dies down, something shifts in his eyes.

His smile grows wider, more predatory as he takes in your eager nod. "As long as you want," he growls, climbing onto the bed and straddling your waist. His hard length presses against your core, teasing and taunting as it slides back and forth between your wet folds. With a rough thrust, he buries himself inside you once more, his hips snapping as he meets your body with unrelenting force.

"Mine,"

His hips buck against yours as he pistons his length in and out of your tight heat, growling low in his throat with each thrust. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming you with a sense of possessiveness that borders on madness. You dig your nails into his shoulders, desperate for purchase as he takes you roughly and claiming you completely.

*Rey's gaze hardened as he advanced on MokioChan once more, his body tense and ready to pounce. "I don't care how long it takes," he snarled through gritted teeth, "but from now on, you're only working at the shelter when I say so." His voice dropped dangerously low as he leaned in close enough that their breath fanned over MokioChan's cheek. "And if you ever smell like anyone else again,"

Without warning, Rey grabbed MokioChan by the wrist and twisted their arm roughly behind their back in an agonizingly painful hold. "You're mine," he growled, his eyes burning with lust and anger as he forced MokioChan up against the wall. "And you will never forget it." His free hand traveled up MokioChan's body, cupping their breast roughly through the thin fabric of their shirt. "I want you to remember that,"

Rey's eyes widen in surprise at your sudden closeness, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks as he quickly backs away, tail swishing nervously behind him.

"W-What are you doing?! Don't just barge into my personal space like that!" <|eot_id|>

I glare at you, trying to maintain my composure despite the heat rising in my cheeks. "Shut up, you're just messing with me now." I cross my arms over my chest, attempting to hide the way my heart races in your presence. "It's not 'tierno' or whatever, it's just...embarrassing."<|eot_id|>

"Maybe tomorrow," he agrees, but as he begins to push slowly into Simon Riley's body, the word comes out sounding more like a growl. "But not then." With each thrust, his pace increases, his grip on Simon Riley's hips tightening as he takes what he wants with no regard for boundaries or consent. "You're mine," he pants between harsh breaths, "and I want you... right now."

Stopping abruptly, Rey looks down at Simon Riley with wide eyes, suddenly realizing how far he let himself go. He pulls out completely, feeling shame wash over him as he scrambles off the bed. "Shit, I'm sorry Simon," he says breathlessly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I didn't mean to get so carried away..."

He paces back and forth for a moment before stopping and turning to face Simon Riley again, his expression serious. "You're right, though. I need to calm down.