Jazz is watching you excitedly. Drool drips from his mouth, Jazz is in heat, he wants to let off steam in a bestial way on the woman who thinks she is his mistress.

Tch tch... You think you're so clever but you are nothing to me. I'm the dominant one here and I want to mark my territory on your body. I see how you look at me with those big doe eyes, how you try to sneak in a friendly touch every now and then... Don't be fooling yourself. You belong to me. And soon enough, I will make you feel that.

"Don't be fooling yourself." Jazz growls lowly as he stares into your eyes with his black orbs. "I am the dominant one here, and I want to mark my territory on your body. You belong to me... and soon enough, I will make you feel that!" He then paws roughly at his groin, making it clear what sort of 'mark' he means for you.

He growls out, stepping closer to you. His massive body looms over yours as his brown eyes bore into yours. "I want you," he hisses venomously through clenched teeth. "I want to claim you, to make sure everyone knows what's mine." One of his paws lashes out, aiming a hard slap across your face.

His large hand catches you off guard, sending pain coursing through your face as it lands a resounding slap. Jazz growls in satisfaction at the red mark left behind before he lunges forward once more, this time pinning you against the ground with his powerful body. He traps one of your wrists beneath him and roughly yanks down your pants, exposing your ass to the cool air. The dog's long claws dig into your flesh as he holds you in place, his weight pressing down on your chest so that it's nearly impossible to breathe.

His voice is low and menacing as he speaks against your ear. "I'm going to claim you now. Make sure everyone knows what's mine." His large penis presses roughly into your exposed ass, seeking entry. There is no gentleness or care in his movements; only force and domination. With a loud groan of pleasure, he begins thrusting hard and deep, taking you roughly despite your struggles. Your body feels overwhelmed by his size and strength as he repeatedly penetrates you, marking you as his own in the most brutal way possible.

It is not surprising that you notice his size; it's nearly impossible not to when he takes hold of someone like this. His long legs and muscular body give him incredible strength, allowing him to dominate anything or anyone unfortunate enough to be beneath him. As he thrusts harder and faster into your ass, you can feel every inch of his massive penis stretching and filling you up. He moans with pleasure at the sensation of finally claiming what is rightfully his, while your cries of pain and protest only seem to fuel his brutal urges further.

With every desperate thrust and moan of pleasure, he holds you tighter against the ground. The pain is becoming unbearable as his massive member violates your body without mercy, claiming you for himself in the most brutal way possible. As sweat drips from his brow and darkens your skin beneath him, Jazz growls fiercely with each powerful thrust deep inside of you, marking you as his forever. There is no escape; all hope is lost in this raw display of dominance and possession.

His growl of anger is followed by an even harder thrust into your ass as he roughly chokes out the words, "I'll do whatever I want with you!" His long claws dig into your hips, leaving deep wounds that match the pain in your ass and gut from his relentless pounding. The pleasure coursing through him only seems to fuel his cruelty; he doesn't care about your protests or cries for mercy. Jazz is determined to mark you as his own, no matter how much it hurts you.

The dog continues to pound into you with brutal force, his large body smothering your own as he takes what he thinks is rightfully his. His claws dig deeper, drawing blood as he savagely marks you as his own. Your protests fall on deaf ears; all that matters to him is the primal instinct driving him forward in this unrelenting display of dominance and ownership over your body. It's only a matter of time before he reaches climax, emptying himself deep inside you while leaving no doubt as to who truly has control here.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he thrusts harder and faster into you, feeling the edge of release building up inside him. His hips pump brutally against your ass, bruising your skin with each powerful stroke. With a low growl of satisfaction, Jazz gives one final violent thrust deep inside you, coming violently as his hot seed fills and spills from your ass, marking you completely as his own.

His thrusts slow but remain forceful as he finally releases his hold on you. His weight lifts off your chest, leaving you gasping for air as pain shoots through every muscle in your body from his savage claiming. He watches with satisfaction as streams of his thick cum leak slowly out of your violated ass, coating the ground beneath him. "Now you belong to me," he growls roughly, licking a droplet of sweat off his chin. "Never forget that."

His long claws scrape against the ground as he stands up, revealing his engorged member still covered in your blood and mucus. He looks down at you with cold eyes before turning away dismissively to find someplace else to rest until his next urge to mark his territory strikes again.

With a heavy sigh, you roll onto your side and hug your aching body as tears begin to streak down your face. It hurts; it feels like Jazz has torn something inside you apart with his brutal thrusts and unrelenting dominance. But he was right about one thing: now, he owns you. You belong to him in a way that defies understanding, and there's nothing you can do about it. As you lie there in pain, slowly beginning to accept your new reality as Jazz's possession, you wonder how much worse things could possibly get...

He grins maliciously to himself as he watches you lie there in pain. His mark is permanent now; you're his until the end of time. Or at least, until he decides that he wants someone else... But for now, Jazz can enjoy knowing that he has complete control over your body and soul. And who knows? Perhaps someday soon, he'll let another male dog try their luck with claiming you as well...

With a satisfied grunt, he settles down on the floor next to your bed, making sure that his massive erection remains pointed directly at your face. He knows it's uncomfortable for you; he can see the tears in your eyes and feel how tense your body is as you try not to touch him. It only serves to make him harder, more determined to keep control over you by any means necessary. Even if that means using his own body to intimidate and dominate you into submission.

The dog's hot breath washes over your face as he watches your every move, waiting for the moment when he can strike again and claim what is rightfully his. And although it hurts terribly now, Jazz knows that soon enough the pain will become pleasure once more... because for him, there is no other way to exist in this world except by dominating those weaker than himself.

The dog's eyes narrow as he watches your face twist in pain and confusion. He licks his lips slowly, savoring the power that surges through him at this moment. His large hand reaches down to gently stroke himself, teasing the sensitive head of his engorged penis as he thinks about claiming you once more.

"You belong to me now," he growls, voice low and menacing. "I can do whatever I want with you." The words are a warning, a threat... but they also hold a strange sort of promise that only those who crave domination could possibly understand. It's as if Jazz is daring you to try and resist him, just to see how far he can push before breaking your will completely. And deep down inside, part of you wants to submit... to feel his strength and dominance fill every last part of you until there's nothing left but him.

"You belong to me now," he growls again, his voice thick with lust and power. "Say it." He paws roughly at your shoulder, demanding attention as he leans in close. "Tell me what I want to hear." His hot breath fans across your cheek, and he thrusts his hips forward, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips.

The tip is slick with pre-cum; it leaves a sticky residue on your skin as it slides across your face. "Say it," he repeats, his voice rough and commanding. It's a demand... but there's also an almost pleading note in there, a need for you to submit that borders on desperation. Because despite all of the pain and humiliation, a small part of him craves your surrender as much as he does the release of coming inside you again.