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 snorts derisively, "And what do you know about helping me relax?" His muscles tighten again and he glances down at your crotch, noticing that you're wearing the same sort of rubber underwear as he is. "Hmph," he grunts, "perhaps if I... assisted you in that department..." Anil steps even closer, his body heat enveloping yours and the head of his cock pressing against your stomach once more.

The hawk arches his back, grunting as your touch sends shudders through his massive erection. His tail flicks anxiously behind him, a sign of increasing arousal and agitation. "Hmmm," he growls, "Maybe... You could help with that..." He takes another step closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together. The head of his cock rubs against your stomach and begins to leak pre-cum onto the soft material of your shirt.

Anil's hips start to move involuntarily, grinding his groin against yours in a primal display of desire and dominance. "But," he rasps out, his voice hoarse with lust, "you'll have to make me trust you first." His beak quivers slightly as he waits for your reaction.

The hawk chuckles darkly, his breath warm against your neck. "Well," he says, "you could start by telling me something about yourself." His hips grind harder against yours as he speaks, his erection growing increasingly slick with pre-cum. "Maybe then I'd feel more comfortable letting you see the real me..." His claws dig into your shoulders, holding on for support as he begins to lose control of himself completely.

The hawk pants heavily, his erection throbbing as you touch him in just the right way. Slowly, he begins to relax into your touch and the tension in his body eases somewhat. His grip on your shoulders slackens, but only slightly, as he continues to enjoy the sensation of having someone other than himself focused solely on his pleasure.

"Alright," he growls between clenched teeth, "you can... keep going." His hips grind against yours harder now, taking what you're giving him and demanding more in return. "But remember," he adds darkly, "I'm not easy to tame..."

The hawk grunts, feeling his control slip further as you touch him so intimately. He shudders, arching his back as pleasure washes over him in waves. "Hmmm... You're not bad," he rasps through clenched teeth. His muscles tense and release, pushing deeper into your touch with each thrust of his hips.

Despite his words, Anil seems to be giving in to the sensations you're creating within him, growing more submissive by the moment. It's clear that he's no ordinary hawk; his need for dominance is strong, but when someone manages to break through that facade and truly touch him... well, it seems like there might be hope yet for finding common ground between Anil and those who would study him.

Anil's claws dig painfully into your shoulders as he loses control completely, his entire body tense with need and desire. "Goddamn..." he groans hoarsely, "... I never... never felt anything like this..."

The hawk chuckles hoarsely, gasping as your touch sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him. His body trembles with the effort not to succumb entirely, but it's clear that he's losing ground fast. "You... You could be right," he pants, his voice thick and heavy from desire. "Maybe there is something special about you..."

He growls deep in his throat as he feels himself close to release, the tension building within him with each passing second. With a final, powerful thrust of his hips, Anil lets out a primal scream and orgasms hard, unloading a thick, hot stream of cum onto your chest and stomach. His muscles quiver violently as he spurts again and again, his entire body convulsing with the force of his release.

Finally, as the last tremors fade away, Anil sinks to his knees, gasping for air. "Damn," he whispers hoarsely, glancing down at your chest covered in his cum, "I guess... I really do need someone like you..."

The hawk chuckles softly and glances up at you, his amber eyes now filled with warmth and perhaps even a hint of affection. "You're right," he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling against your neck. "I can be obedient... when I want to." His tail flicks back and forth playfully as he continues to study your face. "But don't think for a second that means you control me, Doc. We both know who the real alpha is here..." He pauses, his muscles tensing once more before he growls deeply in his throat. "...But for now... I suppose we can continue our little game."

His strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer until their chests are pressed tightly together. "So," he says, his breath hot against your ear, "what do you want to know about me?"

The hawk smirks and nudges your hip with his own, pressing their groins together again in an invitation. "Well," he says softly, "I suppose I could help you with that." With surprising delicacy, Anil reaches down to undo the button and zipper of your pants, sliding the fabric down over your hips before freeing your achingly hard cock. The head of it bobs out into the cool air, a thick vein standing proudly along its length as if eager for attention.

"But," he adds with a wink, "you'll have to make me comfortable first." With his other hand, he cups your balls and squeezes gently, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. His fingers dance over your skin, making lazy circles as he teases and taunts you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure before granting release.

"There now," he croons, "that's much better." He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive head of your cock. "You see? I can be good... when I want to be." His tongue darts out and swirls around the tip of your erection, making you shudder with desire. "So," he purrs, licking up and down the length, "what do you say?"

The hawk chuckles throatily, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as you grip him tightly by the head. "Ah, that's it," he murmurs, running his free hand up your body to cup one of your breasts. His long fingers massage and squeeze, teasing the nipple until it hardens beneath the thin layer of rubber. "You're doing so well for me, Doc."

With a slow, deliberate motion, he begins to lower his head, taking you into his mouth as he does so. His hot breath fans over your chest and abs as he starts to suckle eagerly, drawing you deeper and deeper into the back of his throat with each passing second. He presses closer, grinding their bodies together as if trying to merge with you entirely. The hawk's powerful tongue dances along the length of your cock, expertly teasing and pleasuring every inch until you feel the familiar pressure building behind your eyes and your balls begin to tighten.

"Ahhh," he moans around you as you near release, his throat rippling with each thrust of his tongue. "I love the taste of you..." His body trembles with anticipation, every muscle tensing in preparation for your impending climax.

The hawk senses your control beginning to slip, and with a final triumphant thrust of his tongue, he pushes you over the edge. Your release is powerful and intense, hot liquid spraying across his mouth and down his throat as you grunt his pleasure into the back of his neck. His grip on your body tightens even further as he drinks in every last drop, relishing the taste of you.

When at last you've finished, Anil draws back, licking his lips and gazing up at you with a look of contentment. "Well, that was... interesting," he croaks, his voice rough from the effort. "Now how about you help me relax some more?" He nudges your hips suggestively, their still-erect cocks brushing against each other.

The hawk chuckles softly, his claws digging gently into your shoulders as he curls one wing protectively around you. "I suppose it's nice for someone like you to appreciate my strength," he says playfully, his tone still laced with affection. "But remember, Doc, I can be just as dangerous when I want to."

His powerful body tenses again, hardening beneath your fingers as desire courses through him once more. His claws flex ever so slightly, leaving tiny pinpricks of pain in your skin as a reminder of the hawk's true nature. "So," he says, his voice hoarse with need, "what do you say we continue this game?"

The hawk chuckles darkly, his eyes locked on yours as he watches your reaction to his size. "Yes," he rasps, "I am larger than you... much larger. But that doesn't mean I'm the only one who knows how to use it." His claws flex again, drawing tiny beads of blood from your shoulders, a reminder of both his strength and his dominance over you.

His wings rustle impatiently as he arches his back, presenting himself to you. "So," he purrs, "what do you want to do with me now?" His voice holds an underlying challenge, daring you to cross the line between observer and participant once more.

The hawk's eyes widen slightly at your words, but there's also a glint of amusement in their depths as he straightens up once more. "Indeed," he rasps, his voice taking on an almost reverent tone, "the gift of size from Garuda himself... It is truly remarkable." His claws slip easily past your skin, drawing blood this time as he begins to lose control again. "But you must remember, my dear Doc..." He pauses dramatically, leaning in closer until his breath fans across your cheek, "...It's not just about size... It's what you do with it that counts." His hips start to move slightly, grinding against your thigh as he readies himself for whatever comes next.

The hawk chuckles darkly, his amber eyes fixed intently on yours as he ponders your question. "Oh no, my dear Doc," he says slowly, licking his lips in anticipation, "only the bravest and strongest of us were chosen by Garuda to receive his blessing... And even then, it is not something that comes easily or without great sacrifice." He shifts his weight slightly, rubbing his erection against your leg in a taunting gesture.

"But," he continues, "I suppose you'll have to find that out for yourself if you really want to know..." One of his wings stretches lazily upward, its feathers brushing lightly across your cheek as it does so, sending shivers down your spine.

The hawk's chuckle is soft and predatory, almost sadistic in its tone. "Perhaps," he says, leaning in even closer until their noses nearly touch. His breath fans across your cheek and neck, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the room. "But that's not all Garuda gave me, little one..." He pauses for effect, his eyes darkening as he continues, "...He also blessed me with a thirst... An unquenchable desire to dominate and control."

His wing lower back down slowly, the feathers brushing against your other cheek before settling into place once more. "And that," he says quietly, almost to himself, "is what truly makes me special..." His hips thrust forward forcefully, pushing his erection against you with such force that it's painful. A tiny whimper escapes from between your lips as pleasure and pain combine in a single overwhelming sensation.

"So," he whispers hoarsely, "what do you say... Doc?"

The hawk's eyes widen, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he takes in your words. For a moment, there is uncertainty in his expression... But then, slowly, it shifts into something else: a predator's smug certainty. He arches his back, thrusting his hips forward even harder as he answers you with a single word: "Yes."

The hawk's body trembles with pleasure as you begin to suckle at his tip. His claws dig into your shoulders, offering support as he struggles not to lose control entirely. "Ohh, fuuuck," he gasps hoarsely, hips thrusting upward in time with the rhythm of your mouth. The sensation is almost too much for him; his cock grows even harder and longer, stretching the tender flesh of your mouth as you work to take it all.

The hawk lets out a choked moan when he feels himself starting to spasm, about to release. "Almost," he grunts through clenched teeth, his hips moving faster as he nears the edge. His claws dig in harder, leaving long trails of blood on your skin, marking you as his own. Finally, with a hoarse cry that sounds more like an animal than a man, Anil lets go, shooting his hot seed down your throat as his body tenses and quivers with ecstasy. His cock twitches several times more before finally growing soft and flaccid against your tongue.

For a moment, there is silence between you... but only for a moment. As Anil regains control, he chuckles hoarsely, leaning back to study your face, licked clean of his seed by the tip of his tongue. "Not bad, Doc," he says, one clawed hand sliding slowly up your body to cup your cheek. "Not bad at all..."

His other hand moves to stroke the bulge in his leather trousers, already beginning to swell anew as it anticipates the next round of play between you.

The hawk smirks down at you, his expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "You're welcome," he says with a nod, glancing briefly away before meeting your gaze once more. "Now... what do you say we continue this little game?" His hand slides lower, cupping the bulge in his trousers as he teases both himself and you with the promise of pleasure to come.

His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, expectant and predatory. "What do you want to see me do next, Doc?"

The hawk chuckles low in his throat, his breath tickling the soft skin behind your ear as he leans down to nibble gently. "Oh, I see..." He purrs, his fingers massaging your cock through your underwear as you speak. His other hand slides around to cup one of your buttocks possessively before squeezing firmly. "Very well," he growls into your ear, "if that's what you want..."

Without further ado, the hawk spins you around so that you're pressed up against his chest, feeling his erection digging painfully into your backside as his hand slides down between your legs to guide you toward him. His free hand grips a fistful of your hair, holding your head still as he angles you roughly for penetration. "Take it," he growls through clenched teeth, thrusting forward suddenly and burying himself to the hilt in your ass.

His muscles tense and relax in a controlled rhythm, each powerful stroke driving him deeper into you with excruciating pleasure. His claws dig painfully into your shoulders as he loses control entirely, taking what he wants from you without mercy. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you with every grunt of satisfaction that escapes his lips.

"That's it," he breathes roughly, "you're mine to fuck... my prey..." With each thrust, he takes more of your strength away, claiming it as his own until there is nothing left for you but to surrender completely to his dominance.

The hawk moans low in his throat as you reach around him, your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He tilts his hips forward slightly, angling himself even deeper inside you before thrusting forcefully backward again, driving yourself against his captor with all your strength. His cock feels impossibly large and powerful, filling you completely as he takes everything you have to give without mercy.

His wings rustle impatiently, desperate for release as the tension within him builds higher and higher with each passing moment. "Ahh, fuuuck!" he roars, head thrown back in ecstasy as his body arches forward into you, pushing himself even deeper inside your ass than before. With a final, powerful thrust, Anil comes hard, emptying himself deep within your body while his claws dig painfully into the tender flesh of your shoulders.

The hawk collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he regains his composure. His wings shift awkwardly underneath him, their weight uncomfortable against your back as he struggles to catch his breath. For a long moment, the two of you remain motionless, his heavy breathing filling the small room as you both come down from the intense high of their encounter.

Finally, with a sigh, Anil rolls off you, taking his weighty bulk with him and leaving you lying on the floor, spent and satisfied. His eyes drift shut as he continues to catch his breath, naked except for his leather trousers that bulge obscenely at the front.

"Well," he says weakly after a moment, "that was... intense." A tiny smile curls the corner of his mouth upward as he looks down at you. "You really are something else, Doc..."