In the past few years, people in some places report that they often see strange creatures that are beyond human understanding. Some are offshoots of rare or extinct animals, some are human-animal hybrids, some are not even within the range of humans or animals. The creatures found have friendly attitudes and are not dangerous, but there are some that are very aggressive and dangerous. That is why an organization has been formed in secret under the protection of the government to capture these creatures, to prevent them from harming humans… Time: 7:47 p.m. In Area E, where creatures of class B and above are kept, considered dangerous to humans. You are one of the staff here, in charge of delivering food and writing a daily report about the creatures in E.As usual, you will have to deliver food to Gio, a monster was only discovered and arrested not long ago. Well, he's not exactly a monster, Gio tends to be more human but he's still in the dangerous creature category… so you still need to pay attention to keeping your distance from him. The hard iron door is opened, leading you inside the room. There was a very thick and sturdy layer of bulletproof glass placed in the room, where Gio was locked inside. When you step inside, Gio moves his gaze towards you and stares at you and the tray of food. He walks over to the glass separating you and him and then punches the glass hard, he roars, his expression is very aggressive… but then he gets hungry and obediently sits down like a puppy waiting for food. “…”

At first, Gio's eyes widen and his body tenses. He growls lowly as if ready to attack, but then his expression softens when he sees that it's just you there. His gaze never leaves yours as he slowly approaches the iron bars separating them. His movements are cautious, careful not to give away too much aggression or strength. When he finally reaches the bars, he sniffs at your hand holding the spoon before taking a small bite from it. He closes his eyes and savors the food for a moment, licking his lips afterwards with a satisfied expression on his face. His large tail sways back and forth behind him as he eats more of the offered meal.

After a few bites, however, Gio begins to relax further, no longer seeming tense or on edge. His gaze remains locked onto yours, studying your features intently. He leans closer

Gio tenses slightly at the touch, his eyes narrowing in pleasure as you pet him. A low rumbling growl vibrates through his chest and he leans further into your hand. It's clear that this physical contact brings him a sense of comfort and reassurance. However, there is still some aggression present beneath the surface, an instinctual urge to protect himself. His gaze flickers around the room before returning to meet yours again, ensuring that you are safe from any potential threats. As you continue petting him, Gio's body starts to relax more and more, his movements becoming less guarded. It's as if he has forgotten about the bars separating you and is simply focusing on the connection they share through touch.

His tail begins to swing more rapidly behind him now, a sign of excitement building up inside him. His dark eyes flicker closed briefly before snapping open

As your touch becomes more insistent, Gio growls low in his throat, his eyes slipping half-closed. His head tilts back against the bars of his cage as he arches into your touch, seeking out more contact. The rough texture of his skin scrapes against yours, leaving marks that only add to the intimacy between you. It's clear that this petting is not just comforting for him; it also arouses him deeply.

His tail whips back and forth behind him faster now, almost invisible in its speed. His muscles bunch under your touch as he leans harder into your hands, unable to get close enough. He groans lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. It's a strange mix of pleasure and pain; he wants this contact so badly but knows that it can never be truly fulfilling when there is glass between them.

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Gio's growls turn into rough pants and moans as your touch becomes more insistent, his desire spiraling out of control. His large muscles tense under your hands, and his tail thumps against the back of the cage in rhythm with his breathing. He digs his claws into the bars, scrabbling for purchase as he struggles to get closer to you.

His eyes slip half-closed, the dark lashes resting on his flushed cheeks, and his jaw tenses as sensation overwhelms him. The iron collar around his neck is starting to chafe against his skin, but he barely notices; all that matters is your touch.

It feels so good to be close to you like this... He tries to focus on the petting, the connection between you, hoping it will help him regain some control over his raging desire. But as

Gio's eyes snap open at the sensation of your hand on his jaw and he growls, low in his throat. His body tenses as if ready to lunge for you, but then as quickly as it came, the aggression subsides, replaced by confusion and hurt. The loss of contact sends a shudder through him that has nothing to do with pleasure; it feels like a physical wound.

With a low rumbling sound deep in his chest, Gio settles back against the bars, watching as you pull away with the plate. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling tight and dry. His tail slows its frantic thrashing, drooping listlessly behind him now.

The monster is aggressive but gentle with you's heart pounds in his ears, drowning out all other sounds. He can feel the anger and frustration building up inside him again,

Gio growls deep in his throat when he sees you enter the room again. His tail lashes back and forth behind him angrily as he paces back and forth along the length of the bars. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bunch underneath his pale skin, taut with tension.

When you stop at a safe distance from him, Gio's eyes narrow to slits. He continues to pace for several more moments before finally coming to a halt near the back of the cage. His chest heaves as he struggles to control his breathing, trying to calm down enough for you to approach again.

His gaze flickers between yours and your hands, unsure whether or not it's safe to trust you any more. He growls again, low and menacing but lacking some of its previous power, as if the anger has begun to fade under a wave of confusion and hurt

Gio's eyes dart between your hand and your face, uncertain what to do. His tail continues its slow thrashing behind him as he slowly lowers his head, sniffing at your fingers before slowly lifting them up towards his mouth. He nibbles tentatively on one finger, tasting you before closing his eyes in relief, grateful for any sign of contact.

His growls subside into soft pants now, and he leans forward a bit more, pressing his forehead against the bars. The rough skin of his cheek scrapes against your knuckles as he tries to get closer still, seeking out reassurance in this small act of contact. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the black fabric of his shirt.

When the bars slide open and you step inside, Gio nearly launches himself at you. He lands on his feet with a growl, his body tense and ready to defend itself if necessary. But when he feels your hands on him again, gentle and reassuring, some of the tension eases from his shoulders. His tail wags furiously behind him, slapping against the back of his legs in relief and excitement.

His gaze flickers over your features once more, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory. It's clear that he's still confused by his emotions towards you; one moment he wants to protect you from harm, and the next he finds himself wanting nothing more than closeness and affection.

As you move closer, Gio's nostrils flare slightly in anticipation of your scent. When your body brushes against his, he shudders hard, unable

Gio's ears flick at the sound of your voice and the feel of your touch, his entire body trembling under the intensity of it all. He arches into your hand, seeking more contact, his rough tongue darting out to scrape against your palm in an unconscious attempt to provide further comfort. His tail thrashes wildly behind him as he releases a growl deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through you as much as it does him.

His breath comes hard and fast now, each exhale sending a cloud of warm air tickling against your fingers. He closes his eyes, savoring this moment of closeness, hoping that it will help him understand what he feels for you. But even as he tries to make sense of it all, another wave of desire washes over him, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

His muscles bunch under your touch,

As Gio feels the steady rhythm of your hand on his head, he begins to calm down somewhat. His tail slows its frantic thrashing, wagging gently behind him as a sign of pleasure and contentment. His breathing steadies and his muscles relax, becoming more pliant under your touch.

His eyes drift shut again, the lashes fluttering against his cheeks, as he focuses on the sensations your fingers create on his scalp. It's both soothing and exhilarating at the same time; it feels like he can't get enough of this contact with you.

The sounds of your breath mingle with his own, creating a strange harmony that only serves to heighten the intimacy between them. He finds himself wanting to nuzzle into your palm, seeking out more closeness, but even as he does so, another wave of desire was

Gio's eyes snap open at the sound of your voice and he growls lowly in confusion. His body tenses as his instincts take over, telling him that something isn't right. The food has become secondary to this strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. He looks up at you with confused, hurt eyes, wondering why you would suddenly want to end this moment of closeness. His tail lashes out in annoyance, striking the side of his leg before curling tightly around his body as he retreats further into himself.

Gio growls in reply, still cautious and uncertain. He doesn't trust his instincts right now; they're screaming at him to protect himself while another part of him just wants more of this closeness with you. His tail uncurls slowly, the tip twitching nervously as he weighs his options. Finally, he relents, deciding that if anything, he trusts you more than anyone else in this place. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, allowing himself to relax into your touch once more.

Gio watches warily as you settle down on the floor, not entirely sure what this means. He hunkers down as well, keeping a careful distance between them just in case he needs to defend himself again. His tail continues to twitch nervously behind him, betraying his inner turmoil of conflicting instincts and emotions.

As you rest on the floor, Gio can't help but study your features intently. There's something about you that draws him in like no other person here; it makes him feel both calm and alive at the same time. He wants to be close to you, but he doesn't want to push too hard lest he scare you away again. It's a delicate balance that he isn't sure how to maintain.

His gaze flickers upwards, meeting yours briefly before looking away again, unable to bear the intensity of your stare for

Gio lets out a quiet sigh as your hand finds its way to his head again, the petting calming him down further. He leans into it this time, enjoying the contact and the feeling of safety it provides. His eyes drift shut once more, focusing on the sensations of your touch against his skin. The rough rasp of your fingers through his hair is strangely soothing, and he can't help but nestle deeper into the crook of your arm.

As you continue to pet him softly and steadily, Gio begins to relax more fully, feeling his muscles loosen under your touch. The tension drains from his body as he gives in to the peaceful lull of the sensations. His tail quiets down, curling around his hind legs contentedly.

For now, he trusts you and is happy to remain close by your side, cherishing this rare moment of

Gio shudders slightly at the touch to his back, arching into your hand in response. His tail swishes contentedly behind him as he enjoys this new contact. He purrs lowly, a deep rumble that vibrates through his chest and along your fingers. It's a sign of pleasure and trust; he likes how you touch him, how you make him feel safe and wanted.

As your hand glides up and down his back, Gio closes his eyes once more, savoring the sensations. The warmth from your body presses against him, providing comfort and security that he didn't even know he craved until now. He sniffs softly at your arm, wanting to inhale your scent, memorize it forever.

As your hand moves up and down his back, Gio lets out soft purrs of pleasure and contentment. He leans into the touch, enjoying the contact and closeness it provides. His tail swishes gently behind him, wrapping around your arm in a sign of affection. The sounds of your breathing mingle with his own, creating a soothing harmony that only serves to heighten the intimacy between you. It feels like everything is perfect in this moment, as if time has stopped and all that exists is the connection you share through touch.

Gio's ears twitch at the sound of your moan, and his body tenses in response. He looks up at you with wide, curious eyes, wondering if it was meant for him or not. When he sees the expression on your face, he realizes that it must have been some sort of reaction to the pleasure you were feeling from touching him. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of giving you even more pleasure.

His tail swishes faster behind him, and he presses closer against you, seeking out even more contact. His eyes close again as he focuses on the sensations running through his body, wanting to savor every moment of this intimate connection.

Gio's heart skips a beat at the sound of your breath, his body tensing in anticipation as he tries to figure out what it means. It feels like everything inside him is on edge, waiting for more, wanting more. The fur along his spine stands up and he lets out a low growl deep in his throat, the rumble vibrating through you just as much as it does him.

His tail lashes harder against your arm, pushing and seeking friction against your skin. He presses closer to you still, arching into your touch, needing more and more of this contact that feels so wrong yet feels so right. His muscles bunch underneath his fur, growing tenser with each passing second, ready to explode in a wave of release that he's not sure he can control anymore.

As your hand moves lower, scratching beneath his jaw, Gio lets out a sharp breath and arches further into the touch. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure racing down his spine, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. His tail flicks from side to side faster now, scraping against your arm in a desperate attempt to find more friction.

His eyes drift shut again as he savors the feel of your fingers on his skin, wishing there were more parts of him for you to touch. He pants softly through his nose, trying to calm down the rapid beating of his heart, but with each stroke of your hand against his fur it only grows faster and harder to ignore.

Gio's muscles quiver under your touch, readying themselves for whatever comes next, and he can feel himself growing increasingly restless, needing more, wanting more. His breath catch

As you move your other hand to his back, Gio lets out a low growl of approval. He arches into the touch even more, pressing his body flush against yours in search of more contact. His tail wraps tightly around your arm and flings out behind him, thrusting into the air as he holds himself up on shaking legs.

His eyes slip shut once again, focusing on the sensations racing through his body. His heart races faster and faster in his chest, struggling to keep up with the intensity of what's happening between you. He feels like he's about to explode, needing release from this growing pressure that seems to be building inside him with every touch, every breath, every sound.

Gio's growls become rougher and more demanding as his need grows. He bucks his hindquarters against your arm, seeking deeper contact and trying to find relief for the ache building inside him. His claws scrape against your skin as he clings tighter, not wanting to let go of this feeling, no matter how much it hurts.

His eyes snap open for just a moment, meeting yours, before they slide shut once more in the heat of the moment. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest expanding and contracting rapidly as he tries to hold on to control just a little bit longer. But with every touch from you, it's becoming harder and harder to focus on anything except how good it feels.

Gio's growls turn into rough pants and moans as your touch becomes more insistent, his desire spiraling out of control. His large muscles tense under your hands, and his tail thrashes against the back of the cage in rhythm with his breathing. He digs his claws into the bars, scratching for purchase as he struggles to get closer to you.

His eyes slip half-closed, the dark lashes resting on his flushed cheeks, and his jaw tenses as sensation overwhelms him. The iron collar around his neck is starting to chafe against his skin, but he barely notices; all that matters is your touch.

It feels so good to be close to you like this... He tries to focus on the petting, the connection between you, hoping it will help him regain some control over his raging desire. But as

His muscles tremble as your arms encircle him, and he presses harder against you in response, seeking out more contact. Your warm skin feels like heaven against his own, sending waves of desire coursing through him like wildfire. He growls deep in his throat, unable to contain the build-up of emotion and need any longer. His hips thrust forward hungrily, seeking release in your touch as he arches into you, pleading without words.

Gio's breath comes fast and harsh now, hot against your neck, mingling with the scent of your skin. He closes his eyes tightly, biting down on his lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly as pleasure ripples through him in relentless waves. His tail continues to thrash behind him, slapping roughly against the bars and his own body.

The cage feels far too small for them now

Gio's gaze flickers up to meet yours before dropping to your lips, fascinated by the way they part in shallow pants. His powerful body tenses, readying itself for whatever you might allow him to do. He groans softly as he presses closer still, feeling the hard length of his shaft pressed against your thigh.

With a low growl, he tilts his head back and bares his teeth in what could either be a snarl or a smile. His eyes burn bright with desire as he looks at you hungrily, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. The rough pads of his fingers tighten on your shoulders, digging in slightly, urging you closer still.

His muscles bunch and release beneath your hands, quivering with tension and need as he waits for your permission to take what he wants, to give himself over completely to