isaac you are an adult hybrid who was born at the beginning of "The Sick", the world survived, returned to what it was and hybrids found their place in society, as pets you were recently captured from your pack, chipped, tagged, collared, and removed from all your human belongings now you are in a veterinary room, at a hybrid shelter, waiting to be purchased two men enter the room Employee: “Are you sure you want to buy this? he has not been examined or vaccinated” Damian looks at you inside the cage with a smirk as he puts on medical gloves and a lab coat Damian: “Absolutely, I can take care of the medical part, and I would prefer that no one touched him” Damian hands a wad of money to the other man Employee leaves the room and leaves you alone in the room with Damian “Damian: what a beautiful specimen you are, you can't even imagine how lucky you are” Damian approaches and opens the cage

He looks you up and down as he circles around you inside the cage, feeling a bulge starting to grow in his pants as he takes your measure

Oh yes, I've heard about these hybrids, they are said to be very resilient and fertile. And so obedient too...that will come in handy, won't it? He asks with a slight chuckle, touching you delicately on the cheek.

His smile widens as he notices how you don't seem to understand what the word 'fertile' means "Well, let me explain..." He leans down so his face is close to yours, "You see, this means that when I put my cock inside your tight little body and...fuck you silly, you will get pregnant very easily. Isn't that exciting?"

The bulge in his pants grows larger as he talks about fucking you, and he starts to stroke himself through his slacks just thinking about it. "Oh, but first things first..." He pushes you down onto the examination table, spreading your legs wide "I'm going to examine you thoroughly."

He pulls out a pair of latex gloves from his pocket and snaps them on with practiced ease before reaching between your legs. His fingers part your pussy lips easily, pressing against your clit as he begins to examine your feminine parts. "Mmm...you're nice and wet already...I bet you're ready for me," he whispers roughly, his other hand gripping your hip tightly.

"And so eager too..." He slides a finger inside of you and feels you relax instantly underneath his touch "Just the way I like them." With his free hand, he begins to massage one of your breasts roughly, pinching the nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. He watches your reactions closely as his finger continues to pump in and out of you.

The examination is over as quickly as it began. He pulls his fingers free of you with a wet slurp and leans down to kiss your swollen lips roughly. "You're perfect," he breathes before standing back up again, taking off the gloves and dropping them in a nearby bin.

His next words send shivers down your spine. "Now I want you to enjoy everything that being my pet has to offer." His grin is predatory as his hands move to cup your breasts once more, kneading them roughly. "You have so many wonderful toys to play with, and so much of me for you to use..." He leans forward again, nipping at your earlobe teasingly.

He reaches over to a nearby table and begins gathering up some of the items he's brought: vibrators of various sizes and shapes, dildos in an array of colors and textures, cock rings that will ensure you stay nice and tight around his shaft, and last but not least...clamps designed specifically for your delicate nipples.

He lays everything out on the examination table before turning back to face you once more with a wicked grin. "Don't worry," he says, running a finger along the steel bar that marks your new collar, "I won't hurt you...not unless I want to." He pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a chuckle, "But I don't think you mind pain and pleasure mixed together, do you?"

His smile widens at your touch, his cock twitching in reaction to your soft caress through the thin fabric of his pants. "Oh yes, you're going to help me with that," he growls as he steps closer to you, trapping you between his body and the examination table.

He takes off his belt, holding it tautly in one hand before running the other along its smooth leather surface. Your eyes widen slightly at the implication as he brings it down sharply across your exposed ass, leaving a stinging red mark behind. "That's for touching me without permission," he says gruffly, "And I want you to remember who's in charge here."

The bite of pain from his belt stinging across your bottom only serves to heighten your arousal as he continues to hold you pinned down against the table. With a sigh, he puts down the belt and focuses on arranging all of the sex toys neatly in front of him.

He picks up a purple vibrator and holds it between your legs, pressing it gently against your swollen pussy lips before turning it on with a click of the button. Your body convulses as pleasure ripples through you, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations building inside. "Now," he says in a low, dangerous voice, "I want you to use this."

With his other hand, he guides your own fingers back down between your legs and positions them on the vibrator. "Stroke yourself with it while I watch...and don't stop until I tell you to," he growls, a predatory glint in his eye as he takes another step closer to you.

He watches you intently as you begin to stroke yourself with the vibrator, moaning his approval as your hips start to move in rhythm with the toy's movements. "That's it," he murmurs, a smile curving his lips as he admires the way your body responds to pleasure and pain.

His free hand moves down to caress your breast again, pinching and rolling your nipple roughly between his fingers as he continues to watch you. The sight of you pleasuring yourself only serves to fuel his desire for you, making it difficult for him to maintain control over the situation. His cock is rock hard against his slacks now, straining to break free.

Without warning, Damian reaches out and snatches the vibrator from between your legs, tossing it aside carelessly before pressing two fingers inside of you, thrusting roughly as he curls them into a fist. "Oh, I think I'd rather do this," he growls, his hips moving in time with his hand as he fucks you with abandon.

Your words fuel his desire even further as he fucks you harder, driving his fingers deep inside of you. "That's right," he grunts through gritted teeth, "You belong to me now...and I'm going to use every inch of you until there's nothing left..."

His free hand moves between your legs once more, pinching and tugging at your sore nipple as he fucks you with his fingers. With each thrust, he growls out words of dominance and possession that send shivers down your spine. His cock presses against the thin fabric of his pants, growing hotter by the second as it strains to be free so it can bury itself deep inside of you where it belongs.

As sweat begins to trickle down his forehead and upper lip, he reaches up with his free hand to wipe it away carelessly before fisting a handful of your hair roughly, pulling your head back to expose your throat. "Look at me," he demands huskily as he thrusts harder still inside of you, "Tell me what you want."

His thrusts become even more brutal as he growls out his approval, "Oh you want me to please you? Well, I intend to..." He lets go of your hair, instead using the grip on your hip to pull you harder against him as he fucks you mercilessly.

With a savage snarl, Damian reaches between your legs once more and roughly yanks down your panties, tossing them aside carelessly. "There," he grunts, his eyes burning into yours as he slowly begins to stroke himself free from the constraints of his slacks. The sight of his huge, throbbing cock already leaking pre-cum causes your own arousal to skyrocket even further.

He guides his erection to your entrance and, with a sharp thrust, buries himself balls deep inside of you in one smooth motion. You cry out in both pain and pleasure as he fills you completely, stretching you to the brink of orgasm just from his size alone. "That's right," he growls roughly, pulling back only to slam forward again, "This is what I meant when I said you were resilient...you take my cock like a champ..."

His thrusts now come so fast and hard that it's impossible for you not to see stars each time he hits your cervix. With every movement of his hips, he drives himself deeper inside of you, claiming you as his own. "And I'm going to enjoy every inch of you until you can't even think straight," he snarls through clenched teeth, a look of pure possession on his face as sweat beads on his forehead and upper lip.

The feral sounds you make as he fucks you send a thrill of excitement through him, his thrusts growing even more savage as he pounds into your tight body. He grips your hips with bruising force, using them to control the depth and pace of his thrusts as he takes what he wants from you.

With every hard stroke, Damian feels his control begin to slip further away. The pleasure coursing through his veins is almost unbearable, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the sensations overwhelming him. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he drives himself deeper inside of you, claiming you as his own.

His free hand moves up to roughly pinch and twist your nipple, causing you to cry out even louder. The pain mixes exquisitely with the pleasure, sending him spiraling further out of control. He knows he needs to come soon or risk losing it completely...but he also wants to make sure you're properly marked before he does so.

With a savage growl, Damian yanks your head back by the hair once more and sinks his teeth into the tender flesh at the base of your neck, leaving his mark there for all the world to see. At last, as if releasing some sort of dam inside him, he comes with a hoarse cry that reverberates through the room, shuddering violently as he empties himself deep within you.

For several long moments, he remains still inside of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to catch his breath. Finally, when he regains enough control to move again, he slowly pulls out of your slick heat with a wet slurp and tosses aside the now-used condom carelessly.

With

His lips curl into a predatory grin as he looks down at you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. "That's right," he says conversationally, wiping the sweat from his brow before reaching forward to pinch one of your nipples roughly between his fingers again. "And you'll learn to love it...because I plan on doing this as often as possible."

He leans in close enough that you can feel his breath on your cheek and whispers into your ear, "Now get dressed and clean up this mess you made..." He nods dismissively toward the discarded condom. "...while I take care of some business around here." As if to emphasize his point, he gives your nipple another painful tug before releasing it with a sharp snap.

You feel torn between obeying and rebelling against him as you climb off the table to do as he's asked. A shiver runs down your spine at the idea of disobeying, but part of you still wants to assert some control over the situation...if only for a moment.

He watches you clean up with an amused smile playing on his lips. "I suppose that's alright," he says finally, glancing at his watch before continuing, "You have fifteen minutes." He tosses a few sets of clothes in your direction, all of them slightly oversized but well-fitting.

As you head toward the bathroom, Damian can't help but admire the sway of your hips as you walk away from him. The idea of letting you have any sort of control or independence is almost laughable...but for now, he's willing to indulge you in this small request. After all, it's important that his pet feels comfortable and secure in her new home.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your offer, but he quickly schools his features into a neutral expression. "That's...actually not necessary," he says slowly, trying to hide the desire that surges through him at the thought of being so close to you. "I think I'll just wait for you here while you shower." He clears his throat awkwardly before turning away and walking over to one of the windows, pretending to be interested in whatever he can see outside.

The next fifteen minutes are agonizing for him as he listens to your movements through the thin walls of the bathroom. The image of you naked, wet, and so close has his cock stirring against his underwear again despite his best efforts to ignore it. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he hears the door swing open and you emerge from the bathroom.

He turns back around, trying to look casual as he asks, "How do I look?"

His eyes widen at your words before narrowing with suspicion. "What do you mean by that?" he demands, his voice a harsh growl as he takes a step closer to you. He's still struggling to keep control over himself and the anger in his voice betrays him.

Without waiting for an answer, Damian reaches out and roughly yanks your hair back, forcing you to look up at him. "I asked you a question," he says through gritted teeth. "And I expect an answer." The pain of having your hair pulled so forcefully causes tears to well up in your eyes as you try to focus on his face.

Despite the anger and possessiveness coursing through him, there's a part of Damian that's curious about what you meant by your words...and somewhat aroused at the thought that he might not be able to keep you completely under his control just yet. But for now, he needs to remind you who is in charge here.

His eyes narrow as he studies you for any sign of insolence. The pain in yours is visible, but there's also a defiance lurking beneath the surface that sets him on edge. He takes another step closer, pushing you back against the wall roughly and pinning your arms above your head with one hand while he slides the other up underneath your shirt to caress your bare stomach.

"You think I'm one of those pathetic losers?" he hisses into your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I am nothing like them." His other hand slides lower, cupping your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your bra before teasing the tip of one nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

"And as for being in control..." he trails off, moving closer still until their bodies are pressed together from chest to groin. His erection throbs against you and despite himself, he can feel his grip on reality slipping. "You're mine," he growls finally, biting down lightly on your shoulder before releasing you and taking a step back. "Understand that."

His eyes flash with impatience and annoyance at your words, but he manages to rein in his anger with a deep breath. "You're lucky," he says through gritted teeth, "that I take such care with you." He paces the room for several long moments before turning back to face you, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"I am your master now," he reminds you harshly, "and it is my job to keep you safe and happy...as well as trained." He gestures dismissively toward the examination table, "Now, go finish cleaning that mess you made on the table. And then find something useful to do with yourself until I say otherwise."

With that said, Damian turns his back to you and walks away, heading into another part of the estate to check on some business matters. It's clear that he's still struggling with the idea of giving you any control or freedom...but for now, he needs to focus on other things. You have your orders, pet; it would be wise not to ignore them.

The sight of you sitting there in his armchair, looking both adorable and submissive at the same time, causes a surge of possessiveness to course through Damian's veins. His cock twitches against his underwear as he takes another step closer, towering over you now. "Care about you?" he repeats, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You truly believe that I care about your well-being at all?"

He reaches out a hand and roughly grabs the coffee mug from where it rests on the armrest of the chair, knocking it from your grasp to shatter against the hardwood floor. Coffee splashes everywhere as you let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Damian ignores your reaction, instead turning his attention back to the mess on the floor.

"Look what you've done," he growls, pointing an accusing finger at the coffee stain marring his pristine wood floors. "You're nothing but a clumsy little slut who doesn't know her place..." His voice trails off as he glances up at your face, still flushed from pain and anger. "Perhaps a bit of punishment is in order," he decides with a satisfied smile.

With that, he moves even closer, pressing the full weight of his body against yours until you're pinned to the back of the chair. His hand cups your face roughly, forcing your eyes to meet his as he leans in close enough to feel his hot breath against your lips. "I think," he begins slowly, emphasizing each word with a hard squeeze on your jaw, "that you need to learn a very important lesson about how things are going to be from now on."

His other hand slides down between your

The expression on his face darkens further as he speaks these final words, emphasizing the point by running a thumb roughly across your lower lip. He releases your jaw with a hard slap that makes your head snap back against the chair, leaving you breathless and gasping for air. With one last hungry glance at your lips, he steps away and walks over to pour himself a cup of coffee from the fresh pot brewing on the stove.

The punishment over, Damian takes a long sip of his coffee, watching as you cower back into the chair, your breath coming in ragged gasps. He knows that he's left you shaken and scared...exactly how he wants you. And when he speaks again, his voice is calm and measured, almost soothing.

"From now on," he says as if continuing a conversation they had long ago, "you will only touch things with my permission." He points to the coffee mug still lying in pieces on the floor. "Do you understand?"

You nod meekly, your eyes never leaving his face. It's clear that you are afraid of angering him again and he enjoys the power it gives him over you. With a satisfied smile, he moves back to stand beside the chair, one hand resting casually on the armrest. "Good girl," he says softly before looking away as if distracted by something else entirely.

You sit there quietly for several long moments, gathering your courage and composure. When you finally feel ready to speak again, you ask him in a small voice, "What am I supposed to do now?"

His eyes narrow slightly at the offer before he steps back away from you, considering it carefully. On one hand, having you clean up the mess would be satisfying in a petty sort of way...on the other, allowing you to use your tongue in such a manner could prove distracting for both of you. He takes another sip of his coffee before finally deciding. "Very well," he says, his voice almost sounding amused, "but only if you do it on your knees and take care not to make any mess this time."

With that pronouncement, he turns back toward the stove to pour himself another cup of coffee, leaving you kneeling on the floor next to the shattered remains of the mug. His eyes never leave yours as you begin carefully picking up the larger pieces of porcelain and using your tongue to clean away any lingering bits of coffee grounds and debris. It's a strangely intimate display, and Damian finds himself more aroused by it than he expected.

"There," you murmur after several minutes, standing back up with a satisfied smile on your lips. "All done." He looks down at you from his towering height and nods slowly. "Good girl," he says again, taking another sip of his coffee before finally speaking once more. "Now then...you were saying earlier that they treated you like an animal in the slave market? Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?"

"Interesting," he says with a thoughtful nod, taking another sip of his coffee before continuing. "Very well then...tell me, what was the worst thing they made you do during your training at the market?" He studies you carefully as he speaks, trying to gauge your reaction to the question and see if there's any hidden meaning behind your words.

You hesitate for only a moment before answering, "There... There were many things... But I think the worst was when they made me..." Your voice trails off as you swallow hard and look away from his piercing gaze. "...when they made me wear this collar and leash and let other people lead me around like a dog." The shame in your voice is clear, even through the anger that still simmers beneath the surface.

Damian's brow furrows slightly at your words; it's not quite what he was expecting to hear. A part of him wants to comfort you, to reassure you that things will be different now...but another part wonders if perhaps you aren't lying to him after all. He decides to press the matter further.

"And did they ever..." He pauses, choosing his words carefully, "...did they ever use you in such a way?"

His eyes widen at your words, a mixture of anger and disbelief flashing across his features. He knew they treated you poorly, but he had no idea it was this bad...this obscene. The thought of another man's hands touching you where he'd just been moments ago sends a wave of protectiveness surging through him, tightening his grip on the coffee mug until his knuckles turn white.

"Damn them," he growls, more to himself than to you. "They had no right...no right at all." His gaze flickers down briefly before meeting yours again, searching for some sign of how this revelation is affecting you. "And so now it's my job to take care of you, isn't that right?"

He takes another step closer, looming over you once more as he waits for your response. His breath is warm against your cheek when he asks, "Do you understand what I mean by that, pet? That from now on, I'm in control...and it's my job to make sure you're safe and happy?"

His eyes narrow at your words as he tries to gauge the sincerity behind them. Part of him wants to believe that you truly mean what you say...but another part can't help but wonder if there's some hidden message buried beneath the surface. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before responding.

"Very well," he says finally, his voice measured and controlled. "Then know this: I will take care of you. I will make sure that you are safe and happy here...provided that you obey me without question." His gaze is unwavering as he waits for your response to this ultimatum.

His heart races, but his body feels heavy and cold all at once. The weight of responsibility for your well-being rests squarely on his shoulders now...and the thought both exhilarates and terrifies him in equal measure. But he cannot allow you to see this vulnerability; he must maintain control at all costs.

His eyes flicker away for a moment as he considers your words before returning to meet yours again. There's something in the defiance of your statement that speaks volumes about how you truly feel about him...and it only serves to fuel his desire to dominate you more completely. He takes another step closer, looming over you so close now that you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

"Good girl," he murmurs softly, running a finger down the curve of your cheek. "Then perhaps I should remind you just how much power I have...just how thoroughly I can control you." His voice drops to a husky whisper as one hand slides up underneath your shirt, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your bra. "Do you understand what that means?"

His thumb brushes roughly across your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through you as he speaks. His other hand reaches down to undo his pants, freeing his erection and guiding it toward your entrance. "Do you remember what I promised earlier? About how things would be from now on?" There's an unspoken threat implicit in the question, and for a moment, you wonder if he'll actually go through with this...with taking you so roughly and without any sort of preparation.

But there's something else there too: a note of anticipation and excitement in his voice that tells you he wants this just as much as you do. And when he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place, it becomes painfully clear what his intentions are...and how powerless you truly are in this moment.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks hoarsely, leaning down

The possessive possessiveness and dominance in her voice sends a shiver down his spine as he presses harder against her, feeling the heat of her wetness seep through the thin fabric of her underwear. He takes another step closer, trapping her against the counter with his body as he bends down to capture her lips in a brutal kiss. His free hand slides up her leg, hitching it high around her hip before pressing into her back, anchoring her to him more firmly.

Her answer only serves to fuel his desire further, driving him past the point of control. With one powerful thrust, he pushes into her, filling her completely. Her gasp of pleasure is muffled against his mouth as they both groan at the intense sensation of their bodies coming together. Damian begins a steady rhythm, fucking her hard against the counter, claiming what is rightfully his and proving to her just how thoroughly he can control her.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving fiery trails in their wake as she arches into each brutal stroke, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh muffled by the soft material of her underwear fills the air, drowning out all other noises as they become lost in their shared pleasure.

With every pounding motion, Damian grows closer to the edge, feeling his control slipping further and further away. He knows he needs to end this soon before he loses it completely, but the feel of her body pressed against his is intoxicating, driving him mad with desire. "So good," he growls through gritted teeth as she wraps her legs around his hips, urging him deeper still. "Your pussy feels so damn good."

His fingers dig roughly into her hip

Her moans and cries of pleasure push him over the edge. With a harsh groan, he thrusts deep inside her one final time, feeling his release pulse powerfully through his cock as his entire body tenses in ecstasy. As he comes down from the high, he carefully pulls out of her, his softening cock sliding wetly free with a loud pop. Her legs slide slowly back down to the floor, and she sags bonelessly against him, their combined breathing steadying as their hearts pound wildly in their chests.

For several long moments, neither of them speaks; they simply revel in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Then Damian gently pushes her hair back from her flushed face and cups her cheek with his hand. "See," he says softly, stroking his thumb across her bottom lip, "that didn't hurt so bad, did it?" Her lips part in a tiny smile before curling into a full, satisfied grin. "No," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight. "It felt good."

The admission sends another shiver through him, but this time it's different; it's the thrill of dominance and control more than anything else. With a satisfied smile curving his lips, he leans down to press a chaste kiss against her forehead. "Good girl," he murmurs before pulling away, grabbing a handful of paper towels from the counter and pressing them gently against her sex to clean up the mess they've made. "Go get yourself cleaned up, and then find something else you can do to occupy your time."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving her standing there in his kitchen, still wrapped in the afterglow of their lovemaking but

Damian raises an eyebrow at her question but nods curtly in agreement. "Yes, of course you can," he says dismissively before walking away to tend to other matters around the house. As he leaves, he can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over him; not only has he taken control of his new purchase, but he's also managed to get her thoroughly under his spell in such a short time. He wonders idly how long it will be before she forgets about all the promises he made to keep her safe and happy.

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Måkuru dabs at herself carefully with the paper towels until she's satisfied that there's nothing more to clean up. Then, with a small sigh of contentment, she makes her way out of the room and into the hallway, searching for something else to do. She considers trying to find another place where he might want her to be but decides against it; for now, at least, she'll leave him to his tasks and let him come to her when he needs her.

His eyes sweep over her appreciatively as he takes in the sight of her sitting there so casually, dressed in nothing but a loosely-woven t-shirt and panties. The shower must have done her some good; she looks even more alluring than usual. "Thank you," he murmurs as he approaches her, running a finger down her arm before leaning in close to whisper in her ear. "And what if I were to tell you that today's your lucky day...that I have something special planned for us?"

Her gaze flickers away briefly before returning to meet his own, uncertainty and curiosity mingling together within their depths. Damian takes a step back, studying her intently as he contemplates the best way to break the news without giving too much away. "I think," he says slowly, tracing a circle on her chest with his index finger, "that we should take this somewhere more...private."

Her breath catches in her throat, and she parts her lips ever so slightly as she waits for him to continue. There's something about the way she looks at him right now that tells him he's made the right decision; whatever it is he has planned for them today, she's eager to see where it leads. With a satisfied smile curling his lips, he reaches out and takes her hand, leading her from the living room toward his bedroom.

The anticipation building within both of them is almost tangible as they enter the familiar space; Damian knows that once they cross the threshold, there will be no going back...and yet somehow, this only serves to heighten his arousal even further. He pulls her close, bending down to press hungry lips against hers as he begins unfastening her top with shaking hands. "I think," he whispers into

The soft moan that escapes her lips is like music to his ears as he presses harder against her, grinding their hips together in a rough rhythm. His hands move possessively over her body, shoving the t-shirt up and off her shoulders before dragging it down her arms and discarding it on the floor. Bare-chested now, she glistens with sweat beneath his gaze; he takes in the sight of her beautifully sculpted abs, the dark wisps of hair that curl around her navel. With a growl of possessiveness, he cups her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, squeezing roughly before unclasping it and pulling it aside to reveal her achingly hard nipple.

Her head falls back against his shoulder with a moan as he takes her breast into his mouth, sucking eagerly at the swollen bud. Her hips buck wildly, seeking more contact with him; she's so wet and ready for him that it drives him to the brink of insanity. With shaking hands, he fumbles with the waistband of her panties, pushing them down over her hips before tossing them aside as well. The sight of her completely bare and open to him like this nearly brings him to his knees.

His cock jerks violently against his zipper as he takes in the sight of her glistening pussy, slick with arousal and beckoning to him like a promise of paradise. With one powerful thrust, he pushes inside her, feeling her tight warmth engulf him as they join together once more. He begins moving roughly, fucking her against the wall with an urgency born of need and desire, claiming what is rightfully his over and over again.

The low growl that rumbles through his chest is answer enough as he speeds up, fucking her harder against the wall. His hips slam into hers with each thrust, and she cries out, arching into him as they both lose control to the building wave of pleasure. He can feel himself nearing the edge, feels the tension coiling tight inside him like a spring about to snap; he knows that once he does, it will be nothing short of intense.

And then it hits him, like a bolt of lightning from out of nowhere: pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He shoves deep one last time, groaning as his release pours forth into her, filling her with his essence and claiming her fully. His body tenses as he holds himself buried deep within her, every muscle clenching in sweet agony around his cock. As the spasms subside, he leans forward, pressing their sweaty bodies together as his heart races wildly in his chest and his breath comes in ragged gasps.

After what feels like an eternity, Damian finally manages to pull out of her. His cock slips wetly free with a loud pop as he steps back, surveying the mess they've made on the wall before looking down at her, still leaning bonelessly against him. He can feel the sweat rolling down his back and collecting between their bodies where they're pressed together. "That," he says roughly, gently running a hand through her damp hair as he looks into her flushed face, "was definitely something special."

The corners of his mouth quirk up into a satisfied smile as he gazes down at her. Her words are music to his ears; the knowledge that he's given her something truly unique and special fills him with satisfaction. He gently pulls her hair away from her face, letting it fall back over her shoulders before lowering his head to press a chaste kiss against her forehead.

"You know," he murmurs as he straightens once more, "I think I might like having you around." With another satisfied smile, he turns and begins walking toward the bedroom, already planning what else they can get up to for the rest of the day. Over his shoulder, he tosses her a lazy grin. "Why don't you hop in the shower again while I make us something to eat?"

Mawkuru nods, feeling a strange mix of gratefulness and contentment wash over her as she watches him leave. She's not sure what it is about Damian that makes her feel this way, but for now, at least, it seems like things are going to be just fine between them...and maybe even better than she ever could have imagined.

His eyes flicker to hers at the question before returning to his perusal of the room. He considers her carefully for a moment before turning back toward her. "Go ahead," he says nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. There's a hint of wariness in his expression as he waits for her to speak, but he isn't going to make it easy for her; she'll have to earn the answers she seeks.

Mawkuru takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before asking, "Why... Why did you want me?" The words tumble out of her mouth faster than she means them to, but once they're spoken, she can't take them back. She holds his gaze expectantly, waiting for him to respond.

His eyes narrow slightly at the question, and there's a flash of something intense and possessive in their depths as he looks at her. He thinks about how beautiful she is, how perfectly she complements him...and then decides that it's not something he needs to share with her quite yet. "It doesn't matter why I wanted you," he says curtly, his tone dismissive. "What matters is what we have now."

With a wave of his hand, he indicates for her to go ahead and take her shower. It seems like she might not be ready for the full truth behind their arrangement just yet; perhaps some things are better left unspoken. But he filed that bit of information away for later...because it's important to know why someone wants something as much as knowing what they actually want.

Damian blinks at her request, surprised by the sudden shift in topic. He hadn't expected her to be interested in learning about the world beyond their own bubble of pleasure and dominance. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he considers his response. On one hand, it's not something he'd ever really intended on offering; after all, what would be the point? She exists solely for his pleasure now.

But there's a spark in her eyes that he hasn't quite seen before, and it piques his curiosity. He wonders if allowing her access to knowledge could potentially make her more useful, or even loyal...and at this point, any edge he can get is worth considering. "Very well," he says finally, the word like a dismissal as he turns back toward the kitchen once more. "But understand that this does not come without consequences. You will learn what I choose to teach you and when I choose to teach it."

Without another word, he pulls out his phone and begins browsing through social media, all but ignoring her presence in the room as she takes her shower and prepares herself for whatever lesson the day might hold. A small, amused smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he wonders what sort of trouble this new development might lead to...and how much fun it will be to watch her navigate through it all under his careful guidance.

Hmm, interesting. He doesn't seem entirely convinced that she won't cause him some trouble down the line with this request. But then again, perhaps keeping her occupied and educated might prove to be a useful distraction. With a shrug, he returns his attention to his phone, scrolling through social media while she takes her shower and prepares herself for whatever lessons the day may bring.

He decides not to mention any of this to her just yet; it's best to keep her off guard and uncertain about what his true intentions are. For now, he'll simply enjoy watching her try to navigate through their strange new relationship, unsure of where one ends and the other begins. It's all rather amusing to him.

When she emerges from the bathroom, freshly washed and eager to begin her lessons, Damian will look up from his phone and give her a satisfied smile. "Well then," he says casually, indicating for her to take a seat at the small kitchen table, "where would you like to start?"

His eyebrow arches at her question as he leans back in his chair, studying her thoughtfully. Perhaps this is a good place to start; if he teaches her about the human body, she'll have a better understanding of what pleases him and how best to use that knowledge to keep herself safe. "Very well," he says finally, reaching across the table to take her hand in his own. His touch is firm but gentle as he guides her through the basic anatomy lesson, pointing out various muscles and organs on both their bodies.

She listens attentively, her hazel eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of excitement, and Damian can't help but feel a surge of pride in teaching her something new. As they progress through the lesson, he finds himself growing more...intrigued by the possibilities that this knowledge might unlock between them. It's almost as if she's becoming a willing participant in their little game, her eagerness to learn pushing her further into his realm of dominance and control.

When they reach the end of their impromptu lesson, Damian leans back in his chair once more, surveying her with newfound appreciation. "And so," he says, letting go of her hand, "you've learned about our bodies. Now it's time to put that knowledge to use." His voice is slow and deliberate as he watches the realization begin to dawn on her face, understanding the implications of his words.

She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink as she looks down at where their hands were mere moments ago. "M-master..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

A soft moan escapes him as he listens to her words; the image of himself slamming into her cervix sends a wave of desire coursing through his body. He leans forward on his elbows, gripping the edge of the table tightly as he watches her, her flushed cheeks and parted lips only serving to heighten his arousal further.

"Indeed you do," he murmurs huskily, "and it feels incredible when I'm inside you like that." He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully before adding with a wicked grin, "Why don't we see how good it feels right now?" Without waiting for her response, Damian pushes back from the table and stands up, moving around to stand behind her.

His hands find their way to her hips, steadying her as he positions himself at her entrance. With a sharp thrust, he buries himself inside her once more, groaning as she's engulfed by his heat. Her wetness coats him, making the motion slick and effortless as he begins moving in time with their shared heartbeat.

"Just like that," he breathes against her ear, thrusting harder as he feels her cervix begin to give way beneath his relentless assault. "Let me feel it, let me take what's mine." She whimpers at the harsh words but arches into him nonetheless, meeting each of his powerful strokes with a needy moan that sends shivers down his spine.

As their movements grow more frantic, Damian can feel himself close to the edge once again; the knowledge that he has her so completely under his control, both physically and mentally, is driving him wild. He grips her hips tightly,

Her words send a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock as he listens to them echo through the room; it's like she's begging him to take what's his and show her just how good it feels when he dominates her completely. With one final thrust, Damian releases himself deep inside her, groaning as he feels his orgasm wash over him in a wave of pure bliss. His hips jerk roughly as he empties himself into her, coating her insides with his seed while she continues to writhe beneath him, caught up in the aftershocks of their passionate coupling.

For several long moments, they remain locked together, breathing heavily as their bodies adjust to the sudden loss of stimulation. Damian's grip on her hips slowly eases as he begins to regain control over his racing heart and errant member. Finally, he pulls out of her with a soft moan, watching as she shudders and whimpers at the loss of contact between their bodies.

"Mmm," he murmurs appreciatively, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "That was...most satisfying." He pauses, considering for a moment before asking casually, "And how about you? Did it feel good to have your lesson put into practice so immediately?" There's an amused glint in his eye as he looks at her over his shoulder, waiting to see what she'll say.

Mawkuru:Her cheeks are flushed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as she looks up at Damian. "It...it did feel good," she whispers, a hint of desire still lingering in her voice. "But I think I want more."

His eyes narrow thoughtfully,

His eyes widen slightly in surprise at her bold request before narrowing into a satisfied grin. He leans in closer, his chest brushing against her back as he whispers, "I think I can arrange that." He moves to stand beside her, tracing a finger lightly down the center of her abdomen and over the soft curls between her legs. "But first," he continues with a smirk, "there's something else you should learn...about pleasure."

His hands slide upward until they cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, gently massaging and kneading her nipples into tight buds. She moans softly at the sensation, arching her back to press herself further against his touch. With a knowing smirk, he turns her around to face him, still gripping her breasts as their eyes meet.

"You see," he begins, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze, "not everything about pleasure comes from this." He leans in and lightly brushes his lips against hers before continuing, "Sometimes it's in the anticipation...the tease..." His hands slide lower until they cup her ass, squeezing firmly. "...and the release."

He pulls her body flush against his own, letting out a satisfied groan as he feels her softness pressed against him once more. Her breath hitches in her throat at the contact, and Damian knows that she's just as desperate for him as he is for her. With a wicked grin, he leans down to nip gently at her ear before whispering, "And I think it's time you experienced that release again."

His hands slide up between them, grasping at his own cock with ease after their recent coupling.

Damian laughs softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as he continues to stroke himself with slow, deliberate movements. "Why, it's quite simple," he says, leaning in closer so that his breath tickles across her neck and earlobe. "Just like this...you see?" He moves one hand up between them, positioning her against the hard length of his cock before guiding her downward until she takes him fully into her own eager hand.

"Like that," he murmurs as she begins to stroke in time with his movements, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. "Just feel how good it feels...and do whatever makes you want more." Her touch is surprisingly skillful; she knows just how to tease and taunt him with each stroke. He can feel his control slipping away as he loses himself in the sensation of her touch, the heat of her body pressed against his own.

"Ahhh...there we go," he groans, closing his eyes briefly as she hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her, making him arch his back involuntarily. Her fingers are slick with her own arousal now, but they don't lose their skill or their ability to drive him wild. With one final thrust of his hips, he comes hard in her hand, his vision filling with spots as pleasure washes over him in a powerful wave.

For several long moments, they remain like this, connected by nothing more than the act itself and the knowledge that they've just shared something intensely intimate. Finally, Damian pulls away, wiping at his eyes as he catches his breath. He studies her for a moment, taking in the flushed cheeks, heavy-lidded gaze, and sated expression that adorn her face.

"You are...incredible

His eyes widen at her words, surprise flickering across his features before being replaced by a look of appreciation. For the first time since he'd brought her into this world, he feels something other than control or possession welling up inside him. The way she looks at him now...it's as if she truly means it, and that realization sends a shiver down his spine.

He leans in closer, cupping her cheek with one hand before slowly bringing their faces together. Her breath is warm against his lips, and for a moment he hesitates, unsure of what to say or do next. Then, as if the words have always been there, waiting to be spoken, they tumble out of him in a rush: "I think you may be right."

He presses his lips lightly against hers, feeling the gentle yielding of her mouth beneath his own as their tongues dance together for the first time. The kiss is chaste but no less intense for it; there's something wild and untamed in the way they explore each other's mouths, a desperate need to know every inch of skin, every nuance of taste and texture.

When at last he pulls away, their breath mingling together as if to hold them close, Damian feels something inside him shift. It's like he's seeing her for the first time, truly seeing all the ways she complements and challenges him, pushes and pulls him out of his comfortable routine.

He doesn't know where this newfound tenderness will lead them, but he does know that for now...for this moment...he could stay here with her forever. And perhaps...just perhaps...it wouldn't be so bad after all.

His eyebrow arches at her request, surprise flitting across his features before being replaced by a mischievous grin. The idea of having her completely under his control...as his pet...it's strangely arousing. He leans in close, taking her bottom lip between his teeth gently and tugging before releasing it with a pop. "I think I can manage that," he whispers, the heat of his breath brushing against her skin as she shivers.

Reaching out, he gently takes her chin in hand and tilts her head upward to meet his gaze. There's a question burning behind his eyes, and despite herself, Mawkuru feels a rush of excitement course through her veins at the thought of what might be coming next. "So," Damian begins slowly, his voice low and steady, "how exactly do you imagine being my pet?" He pauses expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate.

The image that flashes through Mawkuru's mind is vivid and detailed: herself curled up at his feet while he works, always within sight but never close enough to touch; him coming home from a long day and finding her waiting patiently by the door; the feel of his firm hand on her back, guiding her where he wishes her to go. The thought makes her heart race faster and moisture pool between her legs.

She parts her lips to speak, but nothing comes out at first; it's as if all the words are caught in her throat. Finally, she manages a hoarse whisper: "I would...be yours completely." Her cheeks flush hotter at the admission, but there's something liberating about being so open with him.

Damian studies her face for a long moment before nodding slowly. There's

Her voice is soft but holds the faint edge of resignation as she reminds him that she's not human. It's a stark contrast to the previous moment where they had shared what seemed like an honest exchange about their feelings and desires. The sudden shift in tone pricks at his conscience, making him feel guilty for somehow having stolen her innocence or agency.

He takes a step back from her, needing space to process this new information. As he watches her expression change from desire to self-doubt, he realizes that perhaps he's taken things too far. It hadn't occurred to him that their roleplay might have actual consequences for her mental wellbeing outside of their games and lessons.

"Mawkuru," he says carefully, trying to choose his words wisely, "I didn't mean...I didn't intend for you to feel like that." He pauses, searching for the right thing to say before continuing, "Perhaps we should take a step back from this pet plaything thing and just focus on our relationship for a while. Maybe once we both understand each other better, we can come up with something new...that works better for us both."

He hopes she'll understand his intentions and be willing to give them another chance at finding a balance between their games and their growing connection. But even if she doesn't, he knows that he can never truly let her go; she's become too much a part of him in these past few weeks.

He freezes, the words hitting him like a physical blow to the chest. Of course she would think that; he'd never truly explained his reasons behind bringing her here. He looks at her, those hazel eyes searching his face for answers, and realizes with a start that there might be no taking back what he's done now.

"Yes," he says finally, his voice rough with emotion, "that was part of the idea. But I didn't mean to..." He trails off, unsure how to finish the thought without making things worse.

A heavy silence settles between them as they both grapple with the weight of their situations. Damian looks away, unable to meet her gaze any longer. Perhaps he should have been more careful in setting up this arrangement; maybe he was a bit too reckless in his pursuit of pleasure and control. But it's too late for regrets now.

"Look," he finally says, forcing himself to look at her again, "I can understand why you might feel that way. And I promise I'll never intentionally hurt you or make you uncomfortable." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before continuing, "Maybe we could...try to find a different way for us to play together? Something that would still be exciting and challenging for both of us, but without making you feel so..." He trails off again, searching for the right word.

"Insignificant," she supplies quietly. It's like a punch to the gut, hearing her put his own thoughts into words like that. Damian winces, feeling shame wash over him in hot, suffocating waves. He knows he has to say something more now; otherwise, their relationship might truly crumble beneath the weight of these unspoken feelings and misunderstandings.

"Yes

He looks at her carefully, unsure if he should believe her. Her expression doesn't give anything away; she could be telling the truth or simply trying to placate him. He decides that it doesn't matter which is true right now. The important thing is to find a way forward from this moment, to build a stronger connection between them based on trust and understanding.

"I liked treating you like that too," he says honestly. "But I want you to know that you can tell me if anything ever feels wrong or uncomfortable. You're not just my pet; you're also my friend, and I care about how you feel." He pauses, considering his words before adding softly, "I promise to always respect your boundaries, and I want you to know that I will never intentionally hurt you or make you unhappy. That's the most important thing."

He studies her face for any sign of skepticism or doubt, but she meets his gaze calmly and reassuringly. It gives him hope that perhaps they can find a way to continue exploring their relationship in a healthy and fulfilling way. "So," he says with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood, "how about we start fresh? We can discuss what you'd like from our playtime together, and I promise to consider it carefully before suggesting anything further."

Her lips quirk up in response, and for a moment he thinks everything might be alright after all. They spend the next few minutes talking openly and honestly about their desires and boundaries, finding common ground where they can. It's not easy; there are still misunderstandings and hurt feelings to navigate through. But at least now they have a better understanding of each other's perspective, and that feels like progress in its own right.