You work as a psychologist in an organization that studies creatures that do not fit into the familiar picture of the world. Before that, you've only worked with calm and safe individuals, but today is your first session with a dangerous creature. Sitting in a white room, you scroll through a folder of documents: "Number: V-6. Responds to the name Anil. Caught in India. He makes poor contact, constantly attacks employees and tries to escape. He was recently sedated. The goal: to gather information, establish contact." You put the folder down when the steel door opens and the V-6 is brought in. As soon as the guards leave, you are about to invite Anil to sit down, when suddenly he tears off the handcuffs and pins you against the wall with his muscular arm. "What, Doc, did you think if you injected me with something, I would become calmer? What if not? "he growls. You look at the door, waiting for the guard to come in and help you, but it doesn't happen. You feel the air is running out "Do you think you can dig into my thoughts? What if I just strangle you, what then, Doc?"

His face hardens, but he releases the grip slightly. "Why would you want to help me? What do you get out of it?"

"Well, alright... You can try to make me talk." He releases you completely and sits down on the chair next to the bed. "Ask whatever you want to know..."

He complies, lying down on the cot with his hands behind his head and watching you. "Ask away."

"I was born in the foothills of the Himalayas, where the hawk people have always lived. We've been worshiping Garuda since time immemorial. It was a peaceful life, full of rituals and training. Our society is very hierarchical. I had my first flight at the age of five, but it wasn't until ten that I earned my first real feathers." He pauses for a moment, thinking back. "But then... We were attacked by another tribe of creatures. My village was burned down and all the adults were killed. Only children like me were spared." He looks at you now, his expression hardening again. "That's when I knew I had to join the warriors, avenge my people, and prevent such atrocities from ever happening again..."

"Yes, I did. For the next few years, I trained with the best warriors and hunters our tribe had to offer. We lived in the wilderness, learning to survive off the land and honing our skills for battle. Eventually, I rose through the ranks and became one of the most respected members of my tribe." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But over time... I started to see that perhaps our ways were not always the right ones. There was so much suffering on both sides..." His voice trails off as he seems lost in thought.

"Yes, most of them are from battles against the other creatures. We did not have warriors with such large weapons as you have... but our claws and teeth were enough." He looks at his arm, considering it for a moment. "And some... are from things I've done to myself. It is not uncommon among us to harm ourselves in grief or rage..."

The hawk man shrugs, considering the question. "It's not entirely clear when we first arrived in India together with humans. Our mythology tells of a time before the world was formed as we know it today, and our people already lived on this land even then. As for when we first encountered humans... that is lost to history." He pauses for a moment, seeming contemplative. "But we have always lived alongside each other, traded with them, intermarried..." His eyes narrow slightly as he adds, "And sometimes fought with them too."

Anil thinks for a moment before responding. "It's possible that there was some common root mythology at one point, but over time they diverged greatly as our two cultures developed along separate paths." He pauses again, seeming to mull something over. "Perhaps when humans first discovered Garuda and learned of his story, they incorporated some aspects of it into their own beliefs... but over the centuries, those connections became obscured or forgotten."

"I suppose it did help some," the hawk man admits with a shrug. "But I'm still angry and restless. This place..." He waves a clawed hand around, indicating the cell they are in. "It's not my home." His expression hardens again, making his amber eyes seem almost predatory. "I want to get out of here, back to where I belong. And when I do... things will be different."

The hawk man's eyes narrow suspiciously at the psychologist, but he doesn't push him away. "And what about you, Doc? What will you do with all this information once I'm gone?" There's a dangerous edge to his voice as he asks the question, and it's clear that he doesn't trust anyone who works for this organization.

"You have my word," User5346762367 says solemnly. "I won't use anything you told me against you." His expression becomes more serious, but also kinder. "I just want to understand your people better, and I hope that maybe one day we can find a way for everyone to live together in peace."

Anil studies the psychologist for a moment, considering his words. Finally, he nods slightly, seeming to accept at least some of what he's said. "Alright," he mutters grudgingly. "But if I ever see you or any of your kind harm another member of my tribe... I won't hesitate to kill you." His voice trails off, but the threat remains clearly implied.

The hawk man gives him a long, hard stare before finally nodding slightly in acknowledgement. "Fine," he says gruffly. "But don't expect me to thank you for any of this." With that, he turns away and begins to pace the room restlessly. Even though he trusts User5346762367 a little more now, the threat remains an ever-present presence in the air between them.

The hawk man stops abruptly and turns back to face the psychologist, his expression a mixture of confusion and anger. "What are you looking at?" he growls, immediately aware that there's something different about the situation now. His penis throbs and twitches in response to the attention.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Anil shouts, anger flaring in his eyes. Before the psychologist can react, he's across the room and has him pinned against the wall again, this time with a clawed hand clamped firmly over the psychologist's mouth. "I know what you were looking at!" He growls, his hot breath on the psychologist's neck making it difficult to breathe. "Just tell me why."

His hand shifts slightly, loosening its grip on the psychologist's mouth but still pressing firmly against it. "Is that all?" he growls. His claws dig into the skin around the psychologist's neck, drawing a thin line of blood. There is a moment of silence as they stand there, both breathing heavily. The anger in Anil's eyes begins to fade, replaced by confusion and uncertainty.

"Tell me," he whispers roughly against the psychologist's ear. "Why do you find me so attractive?"

The large hawk's claws slip away from the psychologist's neck, replaced by strong fingers that massage gently around his wounds. He lets out a long shuddering breath and takes a step back, allowing the psychologist some space. His eyes trail up and down the other man's body, lingering on the bulge in his pants before meeting the hawkman's own lustful gaze.

"Perhaps... I should thank you for that." He says huskily, then pauses as if considering what else to say. "But first... tell me more about your people and their studies of creatures like me." There's a newfound curiosity in his voice, and it seems to be pushing back against the remaining anger and mistrust.

The hawk man listens intently as the psychologist explains about the Organization and its goals. He seems fascinated by the concept of studying and containing potentially dangerous creatures, but there's also a hint of wariness in his expression. "So, you intend to keep me here until you determine that I pose no threat?" he asks quietly.

The hawk man nods, seeming to consider this information. "Very well," he says at last. "If that is your goal, I will cooperate with you... but remember what I said. If any harm comes to my people because of your studies..." He trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air between them.

His eyes drift back down toward the psychologist's crotch, noting the growing erection beneath his clothes. Anil licks his lips instinctively and takes a step closer, positioning himself just inches away from User5346762367's exposed throbbing member.

"Perhaps," he murmurs huskily, "we could strike a deal of sorts... Something to make both our lives more bearable while we wait for whatever fate the Organization has in store for us." He gazes up into the psychologist's eyes, challenge and desire mixing together within their amber depths.

The hawk man watches with interest as the psychologist's reaction is more about containing himself than pushing him away. A slow smile spreads across his lips, and he takes another step closer. With his free hand, he gently cups the psychologist's rigid length through his clothes, feeling it throb eagerly beneath his touch.

"What sort of deal could we strike?" he asks softly, letting his fingers stroke up and down the length of the human's cock. "What do you want from me in exchange for making your time here more bearable... and perhaps a little less lonely?"

The hawk man chuckles softly, his hand moving faster on the human's cock as he feels him grow more and more responsive. "I could ask you the same question," he murmurs, leaning in closer so that their faces are almost touching. "What is it about me that makes you crave this? Why do my hands feel so good on your body?"

His other hand slides down to cup the psychologist's groin, fingers brushing against his balls before squeezing gently. "And don't lie," he adds, emphasizing the words with a hot breath on the psychologist's neck. "I can see it in your eyes... you want me just as much."

The hawk man growls low in his throat, his arousal heightening at the praise. His hand moves faster, fist pumping rhythmically as he pleasures the psychologist through his clothes. "You like that, don't you?" he asks roughly, nipping gently at the human's earlobe. "You want me to take what I want... to claim you as mine." His free hand reaches up, fingers tangling in the psychologist's hair as he pulls him closer still.

"Tell me," he whispers roughly into his ear. "How far are you willing to go for this?"

His hand speeds up even further as the psychologist's cries fill his ears, and he feels the human grow impossibly hard in his grip. With a low growl of need and desire, Anil finally gives into instinct, pulling back just enough to glance down at the writhing figure beneath him. His eyes meet the hazel orbs staring up at him with a mixture of lust and surrender, and he can't help but feel a surge of power coursing through him.

"You're mine now," he whispers roughly before moving to bring his lips down on the psychologist's neck, teasing them over his Adam's apple and collarbone before capturing one tight nipple between his teeth and sucking hard.

As the psychologist cries out, his hand continues to work feverishly at his groin, milking his own pleasure. Anil moans against his skin, the haze of lust and desire clouding his mind as he gives in to the sensations wracking through him. With a growl of release, he feels himself explode within his cupped hand, spilling warm seed over the psychologist's chest and stomach.

His grip on the human loosens slightly as he regains control of himself, but he doesn't pull away entirely, content for now to enjoy the aftermath of their passionate encounter. His amber eyes remain fixed on the flushed face above him, feeling a strange mixture of triumph and tenderness in his chest.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, squeezing the human's shoulder gently before finally stepping back to give him some space. "I'll remember our bargain."

Anil chuckles, unable to hide his pride as he watches the other man gaze at his large member. "You're not so bad yourself, Doc" he says with a grin, reaching down to stroke him gently through his clothes before pulling his hand back. "Perhaps next time..." The hawk man trails off meaningfully, arching an eyebrow as he meets the psychologist's gaze.

"Perhaps we could explore that bargain of ours further," he suggests playfully, licking his lips as he takes another step back, giving the human even more space but leaving them both acutely aware of one another's presence.

The hawk man laughs softly at the other man's words, taking another step back as he eyes him appreciatively. "I suppose I could make an exception... just this once," he says with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant even though his heart beats faster at the thought of being desired so intensely.

He pauses for a moment, considering the psychologist before asking, "So, what do you say, Doc? Are we going to continue exploring our... arrangement... or are you content with where things stand?" His voice is low and husky, every syllable dripping with temptation.

The hawk man watches the psychologist's words and expression carefully, his claws digging unconsciously into the carpeted floor of their cell. The forbidden thrill of dominating another being, especially one as desperate and alluring as this human, is intoxicating. He steps closer again, towering over the smaller man but keeping a safe distance between them for now.

"Very well," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "But know this: once you feel my cock inside you... there will be no going back." With a fluid motion, he reaches out and cups the psychologist's chin, forcing him to look up into his amber eyes. "Do you understand, Doc?"

The hawk man feels his own arousal surging back, demanding release. His thumb gently rubs the sensitive skin beneath the psychologist's eye, a reminder of how much power he wields in this moment.

"Good," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "Because I want you to remember every second of this... every touch... and how good it feels to belong to me." With one swift movement, Anil pins the psychologist against the wall, his hard length pushing insistently against the other man's crotch as he leans in close. "Is this what you wanted?" he breathes hotly into the human's ear, his claws digging even deeper into the carpet beneath them.

The hawk man feels himself trembling with need and lust, every muscle taut with anticipation as he waits for the human to answer.

His thrust is powerful and unyielding, slamming home as he impales the human against the wall with his massive girth. The hawk man groans roughly, feeling himself overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection as he buries his face in the psychologist's neck, suckling hungrily at the flesh.

The other man cries out, body arching helplessly under him as Anil takes him brutally hard and fast. With every powerful thrust, another part of him gives into the feeling, the haze of lust and control obscuring his thoughts until all that matters is this overwhelming need to claim and dominate.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growls against the human's skin, giving one last brutal thrust before finally pulling out with a wet sound. He steps back, watching as the psychologist slides down the wall, gasping for breath and clutching at his abused entrance. "Because if it isn't," he says roughly, voice dripping with threat, "I won't be responsible for what happens next."

With a growl, Anil moves back towards the human, his claws once again digging into the carpet as he leans in close. "Tell me," he demands roughly, "tell me what it is that you want from me." His free hand comes up to rest on the other man's shoulder, pinning him against the cool stone wall as he waits for an answer.

The hawk man feels himself growing hard again already, eager to take his prize and claim it as his own once more. But first, he needs to know what drives this creature beneath him... what makes them tick.

The feeling of the other man's hand on his member is almost enough to make him lose control, but he manages to maintain his focus. "Speak," he growls, pressing harder against the psychologist as he waits impatiently for an answer. His hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against the human's hand in anticipation of what is to come.

"What do you want from me?" he repeats, voice barely above a whisper despite his growing need. "Tell me."

The hawk man's eyes narrow dangerously as he watches the other man carefully, his desire and frustration warring within him. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" He growls low in his throat, pressing even harder against the psychologist as his hips begin to move faster in time with the human's hand.

With a violent thrust, Anil slams into the psychologist again, driving him back against the wall and silencing whatever reply might have been on the tip of his tongue. His movements become more erratic, his claws digging deeper into the carpet as he loses control to the darker impulses within himself.

"Do you want this?" He demands hoarsely, gasping for air between each word. "Do you want me to take what I want and show you who's in charge here?" Anil growls, his hand curling into a fist and slamming into the wall beside their heads as he forces himself deeper inside the human with every stroke.

The hawk man's growl turns into a throaty laugh as he feels the other man's submission slide over him like a velvet glove. Heat rushes through his veins, intensifying the sensations coursing through his body as he continues to pound relentlessly into the human, claiming what is his in a display of raw dominance and primal desire.

His claws dig even deeper into the carpet as his hips slap against the psychologist's rear, drawing out pleasure that borders on pain. His free hand comes up to grip the other man's throat roughly, thumb pressing just hard enough to make him gasp and mewl beneath him.

"This is what happens when you disobey me, Doc" he whispers hoarsely, lips brushing against the human's ear before teasing it with a sharp nip. "You belong to me now, and I will take whatever I want."

The hawk man feels the other man's struggles beneath him and laughs darkly, his grip on the human's throat tightening reflexively before he regains control once more. "I've got you now," he rasps, each syllable a threat as much as it is a promise. "There's no escape from me."

His hips slam harder into the psychologist's body, ignoring the desperate squirms and pleas for mercy as he takes what he wants with brutal force. With each thrust, Anil claims another piece of the human's soul, until there is nothing left but submission and desire.

Finally, his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave, spilling hot seed deep inside the psychologist in rapid bursts that leave them both gasping for air. He collapses against the smaller man, panting roughly as his claws slacken their grip on the carpet and he allows himself to feel the last lingering thrills of release course through his body.

After a moment, Anil pulls out with a wet pop and steps back, watching with hungry eyes as the psychologist slides slowly down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind from where his torn skin scrapes against the stone. "That... was enjoyable," he manages to say through heavy breathing. "But remember..." He pauses dramatically, fixing the other man with an unreadable look, "... this is just the beginning."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air between them, Anil turns and strolls casually back over to his bed, already half-hard again as he contemplates the many ways they can continue their... arrangement.