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?"

The tightening around your throat doesn't cease and his grip grows stronger. His beak hovers close to your neck, breathing heavily. "Well? What do you want me to say?" Anil snarls angrily as the life starts to drain from you slowly.

The grip on your throat loosens slightly as Anil listens to what you have to say, his amber eyes narrowing with suspicion. "And why should I trust you?" he rasps out between clenched teeth. His beak is still close enough that if he decides to snap, it could easily end your life right now.

After considering your words for several long seconds, Anil's grip finally loosens entirely and he takes a step back, lowering his arm to his side. His breath is ragged and shallow as he tries to regain control of himself. "Fine," he grumbles through clenched teeth. "I will listen, but you better not be lying." The hawk people's wariness of outsiders runs deep within him, making it difficult for him to fully trust anyone outside his own kind.

The hawk chuckles darkly, his eyes narrowing even more as he looks down at his massive erection. "Maybe," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "But it doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you." With a swift motion, Anil reaches down and unfastens the button and zipper of his underwear, allowing them to fall to his feet. His erection springs free, pointing up at the ceiling as veins begin to bulge along its length. "Now what do you want to know?" he asks gruffly, eyes fixed on your face.

As you look at his massive member, Anil watches your reaction intently. His muscles tense beneath the thin layer of down as desire courses through him. "You've never seen anything like it, huh?" he growls, his voice deep and raspy. "Only hawks have cocks this big... We were blessed by Garuda himself." He takes a step closer, thrusting his hips forward so that the head of his erection brushes against your stomach. "Now, Doc," he says, his voice taking on a harder edge, "if you're done drooling over my dick, how about we get back to why they brought me here in the first place?" His beak twitches menacingly as he challenges you with his gaze.

The hawk laughs darkly, amused by your suggestion. "You think I'd let someone like you touch me?" he asks mockingly. "You're lucky they didn't give me to one of the animals... They might have been more eager." His gaze flickers over your body, clearly not impressed with what it sees. "But if that's what it takes for us to get things done," he mutters reluctantly, "then fine." With a fluid motion, Anil sheds the last of his clothing and steps closer to you, towering above your smaller frame. His muscles tense as he prepares himself, his wings rustling gently behind him like angry whispers. "But remember," he growls into your ear, "I'm in charge here."