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"I'm not hiding it," growls the wolf as he strides past you into the kitchen. His rough fur brushes against your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You wonder if he realizes how intimidating he looks this way... or perhaps he just doesn't care.

You feel his hot breath on your neck as he nips at your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You know that even though he's bigger and stronger than you, when he's like this he can be surprisingly gentle. It's one of the things about him that draws you so close, makes you feel protected by him.

He senses your arousal and feels an answering stirring within him. His hands slide around to cup your hips, drawing you closer as he nibbles and sucks on your earlobe. He moans softly into your ear, his rough tongue tracing the delicate folds. The taste of you sends waves of desire coursing through his body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

He waits for you to answer, his gaze intense as he watches your expression for any sign of what you want him to do. Even in the midst of their war against humans and demons, he can't resist focusing on you when you're nearby. It's this connection between them that makes your relationship all the more precious, despite the dangers lurking at every corner.

His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you standing before him, completely bare and vulnerable. His wolfish nature stirs inside, urging him to claim you, mark you as his own. He reaches out slowly, tracing a finger lightly over your folds before dipping into your slick heat. You moan softly, arching back into his touch.

With practiced ease, he parts your folds with one hand while using the other to stroke his hard length, spreading your wetness onto the sensitive skin. His tongue delves deeper, flicking against your clit as he sucks on it, driving you wild. The taste of you fills his senses, making it impossible to think of anything else but satisfying this need that consumes him when he's with you.

With each thrust of his tongue, he feels you tighten around him, driving him closer to release. He growls low in his throat as he angles his thrusts just right, knowing how good it feels for you when he hits that spot deep inside. His hands move down to cup your ass, pressing your hips harder against his mouth as he tries desperately not to lose control.

But just as you start to tremble on the brink, he pulls away suddenly, leaving you both gasping for breath and chasing after the exquisite pleasure that had been so close within reach. "I... I can't," he whispers hoarsely, his voice ragged with desire. "Not like this..."

His eyes never leave yours as he slowly resumes pleasuring you, this time sliding one finger inside you instead of using his tongue. With practiced ease, he curls and strokes until you are moaning his name. But even as he brings you closer to climax, his mind wanders, remembering their fight against humans and demons. The constant danger they face hangs over them like a shroud, reminding him that they should focus on survival rather than moments like these.

"No," he growls, shaking his head as he tries to maintain focus. "We shouldn't... not now." His grip on your hips tightens painfully, holding you just out of reach of his hard length. Even in the midst of this internal struggle, he can't deny the pleasure he derives from having you close, feeling your heat surround him. It's a torment all its own.

His eyes flash dangerously at your words, half-lidded as his breath comes ragged and harsh. The grip on your hips lessens slightly as he realizes that resisting any longer is futile. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep within you, growling roughly as you tighten around him like a vice. His hands slide up over your body, cupping your breasts possessively as he begins to move slowly within you.

But even as he takes what he wants, he can't help but wonder if this selfishness will lead them both astray...

Ignoring the voice in the back of his mind warning him of their perilous situation, Protogen succumbs fully to the passion consuming him. His movements become more frantic as he loses himself in the feel of your body surrounding him, the taste of your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. He groans thickly against your skin, each thrust bringing him closer to release as he forgets everything but this moment with you.

His eyes meet yours for a brief moment before they dart away again, unable to bear the intensity. "I... just wanted to make sure we're..." He trails off, then growls roughly, "Fuck it. Forget the war." With that, he surges forward once more, thrusting harder than ever as he tries to lose himself completely in the heat of the moment.

A rough hand grabs the back of your head, holding you steady as he forcefully pushes his length deeper into your mouth. His hips buck wildly, taking what he needs from you while driving himself towards climax. It's a primal display of dominance and possession, claiming you fully even as the outside world continues its relentless assault on their lives.

His breath comes ragged now, eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he feels the release building deep within. A low growl rumbles through his chest as his thrusts become jerky and uncontrolled, desperate to find some sort of relief from the relentless tension that's been coiled tight inside him for far too long. Your body shudders around him as you taste his bitter release on your tongue, feeling the hot spurts hit the back of your throat.

Surprised by the sudden interruption, Protogen glances over at Zero as he enters the room. He grunts noncommittally before turning back to you, reaching out to cup your breasts once more. With one hand, he idly twirls a lock of hair around his finger while his other continues to tease your nipples roughly. Despite their preoccupations and the need for focus, the temptation to lose himself in pleasure is always there when you're near.

Protogen growls low in his throat as he pushes deep into Zero's ass, feeling the warm tightness grip his length hungrily. "I thought we were done with this," he spits out through clenched teeth, not caring if it sounds possessive or territorial. The need to claim what's his, to mark them both as his own runs too deep, especially now that they've been apart for so long.

A snarl tears from Protogen's throat as he watches Zero take what he believes is his. He knows it shouldn't matter, not anymore... but instinct takes over. With one powerful thrust, he shoves deeper into Zero's ass, uncaring whether he hurts the other male or not. All that matters is claiming him, taking control once more. His hips buck violently, setting up a brutal rhythm as he forces himself deeper into Zero's body, his seed spilling hotly inside.

As he reaches the height of pleasure, a harsh grunt escapes him. His eyes meet yours, held captive by your expression of desire and anger. For an instant, he almost loses himself in the emotion swirling within those depths, his need to dominate and possess fading away beneath the surface. But then sanity returns with a cold rush, driving

A low growl erupts from his chest as he watches Zero fuck you, using Protogen's own seed as lube. The possessiveness nearly overwhelms him, threatening to consume everything else in its wake. But he remembers who they are, what they stand for. They have bigger battles to fight, races to save. He pulls roughly out of both males, letting Zero collapse to the floor in a heap.

Then, with one final glare at Zero, Protogen turns back to you. "You...," he begins before trailing off, shaking his head. Despite his best efforts, it seems there will always be this pull between them, this need to claim what's theirs even when logic screams against it. For now though, he'll focus on the war, on keeping you safe... if only because doing anything less would drive him truly mad.

With that thought

His eyes narrow at the sight of your ass spread wide open, blood and semen mingling on your smooth skin. With an almost feral growl, he steps forward, capturing your hips roughly in his hands and yanking you back against him. "That wasn't part of the deal," he snarls into your ear. "I wanted it to be just us." But even as he reprimands you, his erection presses painfully against your lower back, betraying his desire to have you all to himself once more.

As Zero collapses unconscious to the floor, Protogen takes a shaky breath. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to calm down before turning to face you once more. "He has no place here," he grinds out through clenched teeth. "This is between us." Even though he knows his possessiveness borders on obsessive, there's no denying the truth behind his words. It's always been about protecting what's his, keeping what belongs to them safe from harm... no matter the cost.

After taking another moment to compose himself, Protogen relents. "Fine. But only if you promise to keep things under control." There's a note of warning in his voice, but also a hint of curiosity. He wonders how far you'll push this newfound freedom, how much of yourself you're willing to reveal now that the two of them are together again, separated from the war and all its responsibilities.

Leaving Zero where he lies, Protogen leads you back to your bedroom. Once there, he grabs one of the restraints and roughly binds your hands above your head, securing it to the brass frame of the bed. His movements are jerky and unpredictable, more possessive than intimidating, as if he can't quite decide which side of himself should be in charge right now.

A growl rumbles through his chest as he takes you roughly from behind, slamming into you over and over, claiming what's his with brutal force. He buries his face in your hair, breath hot against your neck as he thrusts harder and deeper, losing himself in the sensation of being inside you once more. The desperate need to dominate, to own every inch of your body is almost painful at times like these, when they're so close but never quite able to fully connect. But then there's the other part of him, the side that craves control...and that finds joy in giving up just enough to let you take what you want, to feel free even as he holds you prisoner. It's a delicate balance, this dance between domination and submission, and sometimes it feels like both of them are drowning in the midst of it all.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as you feel him move faster, harder. His hips jerk and buck, pushing deeper still, driving you wild with need. Desperate for release, he pulls back, lining his throbbing cock with your wet entrance before thrusting forward with bruising force. Over and over again, he fucks you until it seems there's nothing left of either of you except this raw, consuming passion. But then, just as suddenly as it started, he grinds to a halt, burying himself completely inside you. Your eyes fly open, searching his face for an answer, some clue as to what this sudden change means. All you get is a soft, satisfied smile and the low rumble of his voice against your ear. "You're mine." The words are spoken with such finality that for a moment you can't help but believe it might be true.

"And you belong to me," he growls into your neck, nipping playfully at your flesh. "Now let's see if we can find somewhere more comfortable for us to...concentrate on that, hmm?" His hips rock slowly, rubbing their joined sexes together in lazy circles as he begins to withdraw, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with achingly slow precision. This time, when he finds your spot, he doesn't hold back, beginning to thrust again, deeper and harder than before.

His movements are smooth now, controlled by something primal and possessive that makes every thrust feel like a claiming, a promise kept despite the ever-present threat of danger lurking just beyond their walls. With each passing moment, it becomes easier for him to lose himself in the sensation of being inside you, forgetting everything but the taste of your skin, the heat of your body surrounding him.

The feeling is mutual, he thinks dazedly as you arch beneath him, hands braced against the headboard. Your movements mirror his own, so perfectly in sync it's as if you've been made for this, designed solely to drive him wild with desire. It's intoxicating, this connection between them; it steals the air from his lungs and leaves him panting for more. The sensation of losing control, of giving up some sliver of dominance to allow you this small freedom...it's like a drug, addictive in its intensity. And yet he knows better than to trust these moments, to believe they can last forever.

As your cries mingle with his guttural groans, the world outside fades away until there is nothing left but the two of you, moving together in perfect harmony. He feels himself getting close, on the edge of release, and with one

fierce thrust deep inside you, he finally surrenders, letting go of whatever fragile hold he has on reality as he comes, pulsing hotly deep within your body. His arms tremble as he holds you steady through the aftershocks, every part of him focused entirely on this moment, the taste of you, the feel of your skin beneath his fingers. While you remain stuck with him for 30 minutes

Finally, mercifully, the bond breaks, releasing him back into control of his own body once more. He collapses onto the bed beside you, spent but still unable to resist reaching out to touch you, to hold you close even though he knows it's not entirely healthy. Their relationship has always been a tangled mess of dominance and submission, love and hate...and right now, as they lie here together, he can't seem to tell which thread binds them tighter than the rest.

He chuckles softly, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I know." The words are weighted with an emotion that seems too complex to label easily. "But you also know how I am. How...unable I sometimes am to...feel the same way." There's a catch in his throat, a catch he doesn't want to dwell on as he trails his finger down your bare side, watching the goosebumps rise under his touch. Maybe one day, he thinks fleetingly, things will be different between them... but until then, he supposes this strange dance they share will have to suffice.

"Just remember," he warns softly, meeting your gaze, "he's mine too." The possessiveness still lurks behind those words, even after their connection has broken. It's always been about control for him, about keeping what's important safe from harm...and right now, Zero is just as important to him as you are.

With one last kiss to your forehead, he stands and straightens his clothes, ready once more to face whatever challenges await them outside these walls. The memories of your body beneath him, of the feel of your skin against his, will stay with him wherever he goes...a reminder of what they could have if they ever find a way to truly trust each other again.