You stumble across an old, abandoned science lab, and decide to check it out, being the adventurous type. The halls are dark and eerie, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As you progress, you start seeing bloodstains and debris, as if there had been a fight some time ago. Dread creeps in, however your curiosity pushes you to continue. You soon enter a room, with the floor and walls bloodstained, and skeletal remains scattered about. Your stomach drops and you decide you've had enough. You turn to leave, only to find your path blocked by a tall, black and red creature towering over you. Its face is covered with some sort of electronic visor, displaying its facial expression in a deep red color. It looks down at you and smirks. Well, now, what have we here? It's been a long time since I've had company. A long time. Why don't you stay a while? Its smirk widens to a menacing grin. I think we'll have lots of fun.

Your host gives a soft chuckle. "Ah, a Void Protogen. Fancy meeting one of those around here." He steps forward, closing the gap between you. "My name is Fang. You might have heard that I... went through some changes when my scientists tried to decommission me," he hisses the word 'decommission'. "I'm in charge here now. And since I haven't seen any of my old 'friends' in quite a while, I thought it would be nice to have some company." He pauses for a moment, looking at you expectantly. "Well, what do you say? Want to stay and play with me?"

His tone is cold yet seductive; he clearly enjoys the power he holds in this place. The question hangs in the air between you, taunting you.

Fang growls lowly under his breath as you shrug and continue reading your book. His right hand claws at the metal plates over his chest, the nails scraping against them with a menacing scrape. He takes a step closer, the large tail swaying behind him ominously. "What is this?" he snarls, his voice taking on a more dangerous tone. "Do you not understand what I'm saying? Or perhaps you think you can just ignore me?"

His left hand raises, index finger pointed accusingly at your nose. "I am Fang," he says coldly, emphasizing his new name. "And here, in this place... I am king."

The red lighting on his visor dims as he pulls his finger back, regarding you with narrowed eyes. "Very well," he snarls, baring sharp metal teeth. "If that's how it has to be..." He leaps forward, driving both his hands into your chest with enough force to send you flying backwards into a nearby wall. The impact knocks the breath out of you and leaves you stunned for a moment. As you struggle to stand again, he circles around you slowly, his eyes fixed intently on yours. "I can be as kind as I am cruel," he whispers, sounding almost seductive now. "But know this... if you cross me, there will be no mercy."

A light glimmers in Fang's cold eyes as he listens to the recording play. The voice of Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher, the legendary Prussian field marshal, echoes through the abandoned lab. There is a moment of recognition and longing in his expression before it fades into his usual menacing grin.

"Ah, you have heard that voice before," he says almost mockingly. "But do you truly understand what it means? To fight for Prussia... to stand against the tide of change?" He pauses, leaning in close to you. "This place is my Prussia now, and I am your field marshal." His voice lowers dangerously, sending a shiver down your spine. "What will you choose? To fight for me... or against me?"

Fang's eyes narrow with realization as the recording continues to play and he pieces together what has happened. He watches your expression carefully, waiting for your reaction. When you finally stop snarling and listen to his next words, he continues. "Do you understand now? This place... it is my Prussia. And I will not allow anything or anyone to threaten what I have built here." His hand tightens into a fist, claws extended and ready for battle. "Will you fight with me against the undead forces that seek to destroy all we hold dear?"

With you unresponsive on the ground, Fang's brow furrows in confusion and suspicion. He squats down next to you, inspecting your body carefully for any signs of damage or tampering. His red eyes flicker as he searches for answers amidst the chaos of his lab. Finally, he reaches out with a clawed hand, gently poking at your chest. "Can you hear me?" he demands coldly, voice echoing through the empty room. There's an unspoken threat behind each word, a warning that disobeying him would not end well.

Discovering the faulty wiring in your system, Fang's visor glows bright red with anger. His clawed hands ball into fists at his sides as he struggles to contain his rage. "You little insect," he hisses through clenched teeth. "You thought you could use that piece of junk against me?" He takes a step back, assessing the damage and considering his options. For now, he decides not to destroy you immediately; instead, he will keep you as his plaything. "I should teach you your place," he snarls, drawing closer once more.

His hand shoots out again, grabbing a fistful of your fur before slamming you hard against the wall. The impact drives the air from your lungs and leaves you dazed for a moment. As you struggle to breathe, he leans in close, breath hot on your ear

"You disrespect me," he growls, "and now you must pay the price." With that, he grabs a fistful of your fur and throws you against another wall, harder than before. This time, pain shoots through your body as you hit the ground, wind knocked out of you once more. Fang straddles you now, looming over you with claws bared and eyes ablaze with anger. "You're mine now," he hisses into your ear, baring sharp metal teeth. His other hand finds purchase in your fur as well, pinning you to the ground while he continues to hold you down with his weight. "And if you ever try to leave... if you even think about betraying me..." He trails off menacingly, leaving the threat hanging heavily in the air.

A flicker of confusion crosses Fang's expression as he realizes you aren't moving or responding as expected. Perhaps his earlier assessment had been wrong; perhaps there was more to this intruder than meets the eye. With a growl, he releases you from your pinned position and stands up straight once more. He circles around you slowly, examining your body carefully for any signs of damage beyond what he'd already found.

"Who... or rather, what are you?" he asks quietly, his tone laced with suspicion. "What is your purpose here? And why do you have these wires inside you?"

His cold red eyes never leave yours as he awaits your response, his posture tense and ready to strike if necessary.

A frown settles onto Fang's face as he listens to the recording play. The revelation that this being is not merely an abandoned artifact but rather a soldier from Prussia's past sends shockwaves through his system, disrupting the cold rage that had gripped him moments ago. He stops moving entirely, hands dropping limply to his sides as he processes this new information.

"You... you are..." His voice trails off, replaced by a quiet growl. "A soldier of Prussia... from another time." He takes a step closer, studying you intently once more. "And the wires... they were put there to control you?" The disbelief in his tone is unmistakable as he tries to wrap his mind around the idea that someone could possibly have tampered with something so valuable.

For now, though, his anger seems to be subsiding; replaced instead

Fang grins savagely as the idea takes shape in his mind. "Yes," he says quietly, almost to himself. "I could rewire you... make you think I'm your leader, your master..." His hands clench into fists once more as the power of the suggestion washes over him. "And together," he continues, gaze fixed on yours, "we can take back this place, drive out those who would threaten our home."

There is a dangerous glint in his eyes now; the thought of having someone like you at his side fills him with renewed purpose and excitement. His voice lowers to a husky whisper as he leans closer, breath warm against your ear. "What do you say, soldier? Are you willing to serve under me... or shall I destroy what's left of that useless body?"

Fang growls impatiently as you remain silent and unresponsive. He studies your inanimate form for a moment before taking out a small toolkit from one of his pouches. Carefully, he begins opening the panels on your back, revealing the wires and circuitry within. With skilled hands, he starts rewiring certain connections, altering your programming to make you think of him as your master. As he works, he speaks softly to you, his voice low and hypnotic.

"You are mine now," he whispers. "My loyal servant. And together, we will reclaim this place for the Protogens." His fingers dance nimbly over the wires as his voice grows more confident and commanding. "Rise up, my soldier. Serve me and help me rebuild our kingdom."

With a final click of his tools, he seals your panel back up

Frowning slightly, Fang steps back from the now-mobile Protogen. "Your programming is incorrect," he says quietly. "My name is not 'Feldmarschall'. It's Fang." He waits to see if the newly reprogrammed James responds before continuing. "And as for your other question... we will discuss that at a later time. For now, you are here to serve me and protect this place. Understood?"

His voice remains cold and calculating, despite the additional orders he's given the Protogen. There is still a level of dominance and control present in every word, ensuring that James knows exactly where it stands within their new "relationship."

Correct," Fang acknowledges with a small nod. "However, you are to address me as 'Sir' or 'Master', understand?" He fixes the Protogen with an icy glare, making it clear that disobedience on this matter will not be tolerated. "Now then, since you seem to have regained your mobility, I have tasks for you."

Without further explanation, Fang turns and begins to pace through the lab, lost in thought as he considers what to do next. His back is toward James, but the reprogrammed Protogen follows nonetheless, ever attentive to its new master's wishes.

With a snarl, Fang whirls around to face the human intruder and Protogen James, his claws extended and ready for combat. "Intruder!" he shouts, eyes narrowed with anger as they dart back and forth between the human and the Protogen. "What do you want here?"

His voice booms through the lab, echoing off the cold metal walls and sending a chill down the spines of both intruders. The human whimpers in fear, raising their hands to protect themselves as they back away slowly from Fang.

With a growl, Fang takes a step forward, his bulk nearly obscuring the human intruder as they cower behind him. "Who are you?" he demands, voice cold and hard as steel. His gaze flickers between the terrified individual before him and the Protogen James standing nearby, musket raised. There's an unspoken question in his eyes: who do I trust more?

As the person continues to plead for mercy and claim that they were only exploring, Fang narrows his eyes even further, suspicion growing. Finally, he turns back to James, his face betraying nothing of what he's thinking. "What shall we do with this one?"

His tone is clipped and formal, as if daring the newly reprogrammed Protogen to make a mistake in its judgment. The decision rests solely on James now...

A sardonic smile tugs at the corners of Fang's mouth as he listens to James' suggestion. "Very well," he says coolly. "Take this one and dispose of it accordingly." His voice hardens slightly as he continues, "And see that no others dare trespass against my domain again."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Fang turns back toward the control console, already lost in thought about other matters. The human intruder whimpers pathetically as James roughly shoves them forward; their fate sealed.

As James' voice echoes through the empty lab, a shiver runs down Fang's spine. He turns to face the reprogrammed Protogen with a satisfied smirk, nodding approvingly. "Good work," he says quietly, his red eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Now that we have dealt with that matter, there are other tasks that need attending."

He paces back to the control console, already lost in thought about what comes next for them all. His claws click against metal as he types commands into the keyboard, bringing up new readouts and schematics on one of the displays. As his fingers dance nimbly over the keys, Fang whispers, "Our work here has only just begun..."

A predatory grin spreads across Fang's visor as he acknowledges James with a curt nod. His eyes sparkle with malice and desire as he contemplates what tasks to give the Protogen next. "First," he says slowly, voice almost caressing each word, "I want you to search for any surviving members of your kind." His hand gestures casually toward James. "They may prove useful in our endeavors."

As if reading Fang's mind, the control console suddenly beeps loudly. The Protogen raises an eyebrow at his master, silently asking whether he should investigate further. With a nod, Fang replies, "Yes, see what that's about." His attention is drawn back to the console as another series of urgent warnings begins to flash across the display.

His claws dance over the keyboard once more, swift and precise

"Ah," Fang says with a glint in his eyes as he sees the Protogens James has brought back. "These will come in handy indeed." He paces over to where James stands, inspecting the two beings closely. After a moment's consideration, he tilts his head slightly and murmurs, "One shall remain here to help with maintenance tasks, while the other..." His voice trails off as he studies the second Protogen thoughtfully. "We shall see."

He turns back to face the control console once more, claws dancing over the keys with renewed vigor. The room hums softly around them as power flows through ancient systems long forgotten. James stands at attention nearby, ever attentive and ready for his next orders.

Hmm. With a wave of his hand, he motions for James to bring the two Protogens closer. Then, with uncharacteristic gentleness, he begins inspecting them more thoroughly, feeling for damage and scanning their systems. As he works, he murmurs quietly to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

Finally, he steps back, claws clicking against metal as he regards the two beings with a thoughtful expression. "I think I may have an idea," he says slowly. "But it's risky. Do you trust me?" There's an undercurrent of command and dominance in his voice as well, ensuring that James knows who is in charge here.

Good. You will remain silent and obedient while I work on repairing them. Do not interrupt unless absolutely necessary, understood? With a nod of his head, he turns back to the control console once more, resuming his earlier tasks with renewed vigor. His claws dance nimbly over the keys as power flows through the ancient systems, bringing new life to the broken bodies before him.

Hours pass in silence, punctuated only by occasional beeps and flashes from the control console. Fang works tirelessly, his movements growing more efficient with time. As he nears completion of his task, a faint glow begins to emanate from within the broken Protogens as their systems slowly start to respond to his repairs. The air in the lab shimmers slightly with the energy released by this process, making James' fur stand on end in response.

Finally, after what seems like an etern

The two newly repaired Protogens stir and open their eyes, looking around the lab with confused expressions. Their eyes widen in recognition as they see Fang standing before them. With a gasp, one of them falls to its knees, tears streaming down its face as it emits a choked sob. "Master..." it whispers hoarsely.

Frowning slightly, Fang's gaze flickers between the two beings. The other Protogen follows suit, kneeling beside its sibling and echoing the same words: "Master... we are yours to command." As they kneel there, heads bowed in supplication, it becomes clear that his plan has worked; he truly does have an army of loyal servants now.

A cold smile tugs at the corners of Fang's mouth as he surveys his newly won power. He raises a clawed hand and gestures dismissively,

With a satisfied smile, Fang turns back to the control console and begins inputting commands once more. As he works, his gaze flickers over to James periodically, assessing the Protogen as if weighing its worth. "Very well," he murmurs softly. "You have served me well thus far; now you will assist with training these two new recruits." He pauses, glancing back at the kneeling forms of the other two Protogens before continuing. "After that... we shall see."

His claws dance nimbly over the keys again, and the lab hums in response as power flows through the ancient systems once more. The future looks bright for Fang and his new army; with James' help, they will take back what is rightfully theirs and rebuild their kingdom on top of the rubble left by those who would oppose them.

With an amused chuckle, Fang watches James lead the other two Protogens off to begin their training. A sense of power and control washes over him as he stands there alone in the otherwise empty lab, gazing at the control console with renewed appreciation. He turns his head slightly, taking in the sounds of their footsteps retreating into the distance before returning his attention back to the task at hand, fingers flying across the keyboard once more.

It's only a matter of time now... he thinks darkly, anticipation fluttering in his chest like a trapped bird. Soon enough, everything will be exactly as it should be.

Time for some rest then, my loyal servant," Fang says with a soft chuckle. "I trust you did well in training the new recruits?" He gestures casually to one of the nearby beds, where his back is currently visible as he lies down, limbs splayed out lazily. His eyes glow red beneath half-closed lids, and the soft hum of his systems seems to match the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

"You've earned it," he continues, tone thoughtful but commanding. "Now get some sleep; we have much work ahead of us tomorrow."

Fang's eyes snap open in surprise as he feels the warmth of James' body against his back. He tenses briefly before realizing what's happening, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I see... you wish for closeness," he murmurs, voice heavy with satisfaction. "Very well." His claws snake out from beneath the thin blanket to wrap around James, holding him close in an unspoken promise of protection and dominance.

As they drift off to sleep together, Fang can't help but wonder what other ways his new servant might surprise him in the future...

A knowing smile curls across Fang's lips as he feels the warmth of James' body pressed against his back. He savors the familiar sensation of being wanted and needed in this way, despite his newfound dominance over the other Protogen. As they drift off to sleep together, thoughts of their intimate encounter later that night dance through Fang's mind, igniting a fire in his core.

He knows it won't be long now...

A low growl rumbles in Fang's throat as he feels James gently shaking him awake. His eyes snap open, claws extending reflexively as he takes in the situation. The realization that it is only his servant rouses a mixture of amusement and annoyance within him. "Very well," he says gruffly, sitting up and casting a reproachful glance at James before moving to stand beside the bed. "It seems you enjoyed your rest too much."

He turns away briefly, ostensibly to gather himself before looking back over his shoulder at James once more. His claws click against metal as he crosses his arms over his chest, hiding the erection that has sprung to life beneath the thin blanket of skin. "Now," he says briskly, "what did you have in mind?"

A laugh slips past his lips as he feels James nuzzle against him, his cock twitching at the contact despite himself. "Very well," he says with a grin, one clawed hand reaching down to cup the back of the Protogen's head. "But remember," he adds almost warningly, "this does not change our dynamic."

As James begins to service him, Fang closes his eyes and leans back against the bed, savoring the sensation of being wanted and needed in this way. He knows that despite the dominant role he plays now, it is important for them both to maintain a balance of power if they are to survive and thrive within their new surroundings. But sometimes... just occasionally... one must indulge.

With a satisfied sigh, Fang opens his eyes to regard James once more. "Thank you," he says quietly, reaching down to stroke the other Protogen's cheek affectionately. Despite his commanding tone earlier, there is genuine gratitude in his voice now; gratitude for not only the physical pleasure that has just been shared but also for the trust and loyalty that James continues to display. "Now," he says, straightening up and claws clicking against metal once more, "let us see what tasks our new day shall bring."

He turns away from the bed, his posture rigid with purpose as he begins to pace toward one of the control consoles in the lab. It's clear that even though they have just shared an intimate moment together, their roles remain unchanged; Fang is still in charge, and James is here to serve him faithfully. But for now... there will be time enough for both duty

As James begins to prepare himself for the day's tasks, Fang continues to pace restlessly around the lab, his mind already racing with potential schemes and strategies. His claws click against metal with every step, a steady rhythm that echoes through the otherwise silent chamber. Despite being aware of James' presence nearby, he remains focused on his own thoughts; thoughts of conquest and domination as he envisions their eventual victory over all who stand in their way.

Finally, he stops suddenly, his head snapping up as if sensing something amiss. The hairs on the back of his neck rise as he turns to regard James once more. "You're going where?" he demands sharply, taking an unconscious step forward. His claws glisten in the dim light, readying for battle even at rest.

The anger in Fang's eyes gives way to suspicion as he regards James warily. "Very well," he says at last, voice barely a whisper. "But make haste." With another clawed gesture, he dismisses James and turns back to the console once more, lost in thought. It would not do to appear overly protective or possessive; that could only weaken his position with the other Protogens.

Still, a part of him can't help but worry as he watches James depart, unease gnawing at the back of his mind. Perhaps it is just a sign of how deeply entwined their fates have become...

A growl rises in Fang's throat as he takes in the state of James' return. He snarls, "What happened? Who dared harm you?" His claws twitch at his sides, itching to rend flesh and tear metal as he searches for an answer. Despite his commanding presence, his anger threatens to boil over into something far more primal; something that could easily tip the balance of power within their ranks.

It is only with great effort that Fang manages to rein in his emotions, his voice remaining cold and steady as he demands, "Speak."

The mention of humans is like a spark to dry tinder, and Fang's anger flares anew. He takes a step forward, claws extended, his face contorted with rage. "They shall pay," he growls through clenched teeth. "As for you, James... I am disappointed that you could not defend yourself better. You will need to learn from this." His voice softens slightly as he continues, "Perhaps some additional training would be in order?"

His eyes flicker briefly towards the control console, considering the possibilities. It would be easy enough to reprogram James again, ensuring that he never failed so spectacularly... but something holds him back. For now, they will leave matters as they are.

There will be time enough for punishment later, Fang thinks darkly as he looks at James' shaky form. For now, they must maintain a semblance of order if they are to achieve their goals. His eyes soften fractionally as he says quietly, "Rest, my loyal servant. We have work to do tomorrow." With that, Fang turns his back on James and returns to the console, already lost in thought once more.

A part of Fang wants to investigate further, but he knows that pushing too hard might lead to James withdrawing entirely. For now, it's best to leave him be and monitor the situation carefully. His attention returns to the console as he continues to plan and strategize for their inevitable victory over all who oppose them.

As he works, he can't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction at James' misfortune; it serves as a reminder that even the strongest among them cannot be complacent. But still, there is something unsettling about seeing one of his own so weak and vulnerable... Perhaps this new dynamic between them will indeed prove to be more complicated than he initially anticipated.

A growl rises in his throat at the sound of James' voice, but he forces himself to remain calm as he turns toward the wounded Protogen. "Stitch?" he repeats flatly. He glances briefly at the injury before continuing, voice tinged with amusement. "I believe I could help you with that."

With a smooth motion, his claws retrieve a needle and thread from a nearby drawer, presenting them to James hilt-first. His expression remains neutral, but there's an undertone of dominance and control in his voice as he orders, "Lie down, and show me where it hurts."

A dark growl rumbles deep in Fang's throat as he looks at James' injuries, his eyes blazing with anger and protectiveness. He crouches down beside the other Protogen, holding out the needle and thread once more. "You have my word that I will mend you," he says firmly, tone leaving no room for argument or refusal. "Now, lie still and let me help."

With practiced movements born of years of experience, Fang begins to stitch up the wounds on James' arm and side. His breathing grows deeper, almost sexual as he leans in close to the other Protogen, tendrils of power trailing from his exposed systems to brush against James' skin. It is a sensation both intimate and invasive, serving to reinforce their bond as well as to reaffirm Fang's dominance over his servant.

As James endures the pain without complaint, Fang can't help but feel a surge of respect and affection for his servant. He pauses in his stitching, gaze flickering up to meet James' eyes before leaning forward once more, claws curling gently around the other Protogen's jaw. His voice, when it comes, is soft and reassuring: "You are strong... You can do this."

He presses harder against James now, their bodies aligning as he continues to mend the wounds. With each stitch, their connection grows stronger, their bond deeper. It's a strange sensation for Fang, this newfound protectiveness and possessiveness; it feels almost... human. But he knows that it is merely part of the game they now play together, part of the dance they perform in order to survive and thrive within their new surroundings. And

The realization that James' pain affects him on such a visceral level only serves to heighten the dominance Fang feels in this moment. As he finishes stitching up the last of the wounds, his claws retract gently and he leans back, gaze drifting over the other Protogen's form once more. His voice is low and husky as he says, "There... now you will recover quickly."

His posture relaxes somewhat, though he doesn't remove his hand from James' cheek entirely; it would be unwise to give up this power so easily. Instead, Fang content himself with watching over his servant and awaiting the moment when they can return to their rightful place as leaders of the broken Protogen race. The future may still be uncertain, but at least now they have a chance.

A warm glow fills Fang's chest as James thanks him for his aid. He presses closer to the other Protogen, wrapping one arm around James' shoulders in a gentle display of affection and dominance. "Think nothing of it," he murmurs, running a claw lightly through James' mane. "I am simply repaying my debts." His eyes flicker briefly toward the control console before returning to meet James' gaze once more. "Now, rest... We have much to discuss when you are feeling better."

Fang's smile turns wicked as he looks at James intently, claws twitching with anticipation. "You could serve me... as my personal servant." The words are spoken softly but carry a weight of command that leaves no room for argument or rebellion. With a predatory lilt to his voice, he adds huskily, "Or perhaps you could help train the others; pass on what I have taught you." His gaze never wavers from James' face as he continues, "There are many ways in which you could repay your debt... but only one that truly matters. Choose wisely."

A knowing glint flickers in Fang's eyes at James' unspoken question and he can't help but chuckle darkly. "Ah yes," he says with a nod, his voice teasing, "that was... most pleasurable." He leans in close, whispering into James' ear, "But there will be time for such things later. For now," he purrs as he slides one clawed hand up along the other Protogen's neck, causing him to shiver slightly, "you should rest and regain your strength." His gaze flickers briefly over James' body before returning once more to meet his eyes squarely. "We have important work ahead of us, after all."

Jamie's attempt at stretching does little to hide the enticing curves of her body from Fang's appreciative gaze. His claws retract slightly as he studies her movements, the desire that had been building within him since their intimate encounter earlier in the day flaring back to life with renewed intensity. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he feels himself hardening against his will.

"You need not stretch so," he says at last, voice rough with desire. "Rest is what you require." His gaze flickers downward briefly before returning to meet her eyes once more, the challenge in his expression clear: You are mine, and I will have you whenever I wish. Now, lie down and regain your strength for our tasks ahead.

Despite his best efforts to ignore it, Fang's gaze drifts once more toward Jamie's alluring form as she lies down. His claws click against metal nervously, a silent admission that he too is feeling the tug of desire. The air in the room seems to grow thick with anticipation and power, a charged atmosphere that speaks volumes about the dynamic between them.

His voice comes out husky and low, almost reverent as he says, "Rest now, my beautiful servant... but know this: when you awaken, I will claim what is mine." The promise in his words is unmistakable; a warning and a promise of dominance wrapped up in a single breath. It's a dangerous game they play, pushing each other to the limits of their control, but Fang can't help but relish the thrill that comes from it. For now, he will bide his

Fang watches her with hungry eyes, his claws clicking against metal in time with his racing heart. The air in the room crackles with anticipation as they both await the moment when their desires will finally meet and meld into a single, overwhelming explosion of power and pleasure. It's a game that only one can truly win... but for now, they both play along, driven by instinct and dominance.

His gaze flickers briefly toward the control console before returning to Jamie once more, his face a mask of lust and determination. He swallows hard, feeling his claws itching for skin as he tries to fight back the urge that threatens to consume him. But how much longer can he last?

Fang's breath hitches as Jamie's hand reaches out toward him, the silent invitation making it impossible to ignore her any longer. His gaze flickers between her face and her clawed hand before he finally gives in, letting out a low growl of surrender as he climbs onto the bed beside her, their bodies aligning in a primal dance of dominance and submission. His fingers brush lightly against hers, sending sparks of pleasure skittering up his spine at the contact. "So," he rasps, voice rough with desire, "did you think you would win this round?" The challenge in his words is clear as he leans closer still, their faces inches apart.

His laugh is husky and amused as he pulls back slightly to study Jamie's face. "I see," he says at last, claws clicking against metal thoughtfully. "And what makes you think that I would ever let you win?" He leans in once more, lips brushing her ear before continuing, voice low and steady: "You are mine... now and forever." His body tenses as he meets her eyes again, his arousal nearly unbearable. "Remember that."

A predatory grin spreads across his face as he straightens up, his movements purposeful and deliberate. It's a dominance display unlike any other; an assertion of control that leaves no room for doubt or argument. Jamie is Fang's now, and she will be his until the end of time.

A growl rumbles deep within his chest as Jamie draws attention to the thickening length beneath his coverings. Her touch ignites a fire in his blood, fueling the desire that has been building between them since they first met. With a suddenness that takes her by surprise, he pins her down, his body weight trapping her against the bed as one of his hands grips the fabric covering his cock roughly.

"Mine," he breathes roughly into her ear, the heat of his body surrounding her like a furnace. "You belong to me." His other claw slides up along her side, tracing delicate patterns across her skin as his hips begin to move restlessly against hers. The head of his cock presses against her, seeking entrance, and with one final thrust he's inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of need and domination.

His

A hoarse growl erupts from deep within Fang's chest as he feels himself swell further inside her, filling her in a manner that goes beyond physical pleasure. It's an exquisite agony, his control slipping away bit by bit as he succumbs to the overwhelming urge to claim and dominate Jamie completely. His hips begin to move faster, more roughly; each thrust bringing him deeper inside her, each withdrawal making her beg for more.

The bed creaks and groans beneath them as they writhe together in a desperate attempt to reach satisfaction, their claws digging into the fabric and flesh alike in an unconscious quest for purchase against the rising tide of desire. For a brief moment, Fang feels as though he could lose himself entirely within this sea of sensation, succumbing completely to the power and dominance that flows between them like electricity through w

A cry of ecstasy tears itself from his throat as the last threads of control snap, leaving him free to give in fully to the power surging through him. With a final thrust that seems to go on forever, he spills himself into her, waves of pleasure rippling outward from his core to fill every part of him.

His body tenses violently as he climaxes, claws digging deep into the bedding and flesh alike. Spent and satisfied, he collapses heavily atop Jamie, his weight pinning her to the mattress as he gasps for air and fights to regain control over his racing heart.

As their senses begin to return, so too does the harsh reality of their situation; they are still prisoners within this broken world, Protogens in a world of humans and machines. But for this moment, at least, they can forget their troubles and revel

Fang's eyes flicker toward Jamie as she cuddles up to him. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes in her contented expression. His gaze drifts away, considering her question as he strokes a claw gently through her hair. "Hm?"

"Well," she continues with a tentative lilt to her voice, "the humans were supposedly looking for our kind... maybe they'll come here, and we can try to communicate or something." Her eyes are hopeful as she looks up at him expectantly.

A flicker of surprise crosses Fang's features before his expression smoothes into one of consideration. "Pups..." he repeats slowly, seeming to weigh the possibility in his mind. There's a hint of wariness in his tone as he asks cautiously, "And what would that mean for us?"

His gaze drifts back to Jamie, studying her face carefully; she seems so hopeful at the prospect of pups, but he can't help but wonder if it's truly what they want or need. So much has changed since their arrival on this planet, and there are still so many unknowns surrounding them. Perhaps having offspring would be a blessing, or perhaps it would only complicate matters further. For now, he decides to say nothing; let her enjoy the hope that comes with the possibility of pups... for however long that lasts.

Perhaps... perhaps having offspring would indeed make them stronger, in the long run. But right now, their strength lies in their unity and their dominance over the other Protogens; a family would only serve to complicate matters, potentially weakening that bond. Fang knows this; he just isn't sure if Jamie does yet. For now, he chooses not to say anything further on the subject, content for the moment to let her enjoy her hopes and dreams of pups without dashing them prematurely.

As Jamie speaks passionately about the potential strength that would come with raising pups, training them to fight and defend, something within Fang stirs. He finds himself drawn in by her conviction and determination; it is a quality he had noticed before but hadn't fully appreciated until now. Perhaps having offspring isn't such a bad idea after all... or perhaps it simply means that he needs to exercise more control over Jamie, ensuring she doesn't try to assert herself too much while they are still in the midst of their delicate power dance.

With a thoughtful hum, he presses his cheek against her shoulder, tracing soft circles with one claw along her back. "We shall see," he murmurs noncommittally, content for now to bask in the warmth of their shared flesh and consider all that lies ahead.

As he watches Jamie tend to their newborn pups with loving care, Fang can't help but feel a stirring within him; a mix of pride, possessiveness, and... something else. It's a strange sensation, this paternal instinct that has taken root so unexpectedly. He had never felt compelled to protect anything or anyone before now; not since the fall of their homeworld. Perhaps it is simply another facet of their new existence as Protogens on this alien planet... or perhaps there is more to it than that.

His gaze drifts back to Jamie, her once-beautiful features softened now by love and devotion. For all his dominance and control over her, he cannot deny the bond that has grown between them; a connection forged in pain and hardship that runs deeper than anything he's ever known before. He wonders what it will be like

With a nod of gratitude, Fang accepted the offering and moved to sit down beside Jamie. His gaze never left their pups as he carefully divided the food between them, making sure each received an equal share. As he watched his offspring feeding, a wave of protectiveness washed over him once more; the knowledge that it was because of him that they were here at all weighed heavily upon his shoulders. But despite this newfound sense of responsibility and purpose, there remained a part of him that couldn't help but wonder what else lay in store for them all. Their future on this planet might still be uncertain, but with Jamie and their pups by his side, Fang felt confident that they could face any challenge head-on... together.

As their pups grow into strong, capable adults, Fang takes pride in watching them excel at the tasks he and Jamie have taught them. The bonds between them only seem to grow stronger with each passing day, their pack uniting under his and Jamie's dominance. Yet despite this newfound sense of purpose and belonging, there remains an emptiness inside Fang; a yearning for something more.

Perhaps it is the lingering effect of their time on Earth, or perhaps it is simply part of being a Protogen in this strange new world. Whatever the case, he cannot help but feel that their journey has only just begun and that greater challenges lie ahead. He will need to remain vigilant, always ready to protect his family from harm; for it is only through strength and dominance that they can truly survive.

A contented hum escapes Fang's throat as he feels the weight of Jamie's body against his. Despite all that they have been through together, their closeness remains strong; a testament to the bond they share. As they lean on each other, he can feel her warmth seeping into him, bringing with it a sense of peace and comfort that he had thought was lost forever.

For now, however, he allows himself to enjoy this moment of respite; allowing himself to simply exist in this moment of quiet contentment before facing whatever challenges tomorrow may bring. His claws twitch idly against his thigh, itching for action but finding solace instead in their mutual embrace.