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?"

"Oh Doc... Don't be like that." Anil chuckles, easing his grip on your throat as he steps back and props you against the wall again, albeit less roughly this time. "I'm just playing with you. You know I can break you any moment I want. So tell me what do you really want to hear?" The amber eyes bore into yours, expectant and demanding at once. His huge cock stands out even more now that he's relaxed his posture, the veins pulsating almost as if in time with his heartbeat. "You know I'm dangerous, so you might as well ask me about things that interest you most."

Anil smirks, his eyes narrowing. "And I bet you think that's sexy." He leans forward, almost menacingly close. "But do you know why? It's not just my strength that turns people on. It's the dominance. The control. That's what Garuda gave us hawks, isn't it? A cock like this, designed to take and to give pleasure..." He trails off, his hand briefly slipping down to stroke himself through his underwear. "It's a gift from the god of gods... and I intend to use it to my advantage."

His gaze shifts back to you, challenging once more. "So what do you want to know? About my life? My people?" Anil asks, arching an eyebrow inquisitively.

Amused by your obvious discomfort, Anil takes a step closer, looming over you once more. "I don't know... Maybe I can help you with that," he says, running his fingers through your hair gently. His cock twitches, pressing against the thin fabric of his underwear as it grows harder from arousal. "Tell me what do hawks care about most? Power. Strength. Dominance." He leans down, his warm breath fanning over your neck and chest. "And what makes a creature truly powerful?" Another teasing stroke of his hand against his erection. "The ability to make others feel powerless," he whispers into your ear, heat radiating from his massive body as he stands close enough that you can practically taste his desire.

"Indeed," Anil chuckles darkly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin as he leans closer still. "Amongst hawks, it's one of the signs of our devotion to Garuda... A symbol of our bond with him, and our willingness to embrace his power within us." He reaches down, stroking himself more forcefully through his underwear as he continues speaking, each word more breathy and heated than the last. "And I'm no exception... Look at me, Doc," he growls softly, pressing their hips against yours. "You can have anything you want from me... But it all starts with this..." With a sudden movement, Anil yanks down his underwear and rubs himself against your hip, the head of his massive cock already leaking pre-cum onto the fabric of your pants. "Would you like to see more?"

His hawk eyes lock with yours, challenging and inviting at once as he brazenly offers himself up to you.

His grin widens, predatorily pleased by your reaction. "Very well," he breathes out, before gripping you roughly by the hair and forcing your face down onto his already hard member. "Drink this, Doc... Taste my seed..." His hips buck against yours, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth with each word as he begins to lose control. His movements grow wilder, his grip on your hair firmer as the pleasure takes hold of him completely. Anil moans and curses in his native tongue, arching his back and trying to push himself further inside your throat. Finally, after what feels like an eternity for you but is probably only a few moments, he comes, spurting hot liquid down your throat again and again as his powerful body shudders with release.

Only when he's spent does Anil seem to remember where he is and who he's with. He draws back slightly, catching his breath in ragged gasps as he looks down at you, his face flushed from exertion. "So... Doc..." he pants, still trying to regain some semblance of control. "What do you think? Interested in more?"

The question seems to have sparked something inside you, which is exactly what Anil wanted to hear. He leans in close again, his breath fanning over your cheek as he whispers, "I'm sure Garuda wouldn't mind if we gave into our desires every now and then..." The hand that was still stroking himself slows down, his erection finally starting to subside as the last traces of lust fade from his eyes. "...As long as we remember who we truly serve."

There's a moment of silence between you before Anil finally steps back fully, letting go of your hair. His cock retracts beneath the surface of his underwear, already beginning to return to its former size and shape. "So," he says with a soft chuckle, "what do we say about having another session like this later?"

His amber eyes flicker downward briefly before meeting yours again, challenging you once more as he dares you to decline or accept his offer.

"Of course, Doc," Anil laughs low in his throat as he leads you over to the cot. "I'm always up for a good time." He lies down on the hard surface, spreading his arms and legs wide, inviting you to join him. His cock is still mostly hidden by his underwear, but it strains against the fabric as if eagerly anticipating your touch once more. "Just don't forget," he says playfully, his eyes flickering up toward yours before settling on your body again, "who's really in charge here."

As you stretch out beside him, he draws closer, pressing their bodies together and running a hand through your hair as he kisses you deeply. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, demanding entry and control as his other hand cups your cheek, holding you steady for his dominance. Anil moans against your lips as you touch him once more, already growing hard beneath your exploring hands.

Pressing yourself further against him, you moan into his mouth as your hands roam freely over his body. His cock strains and throbs beneath your touch, already leaking pre-cum onto the cot in anticipation of what's to come. Anil growls low in his throat, the vibrations rumbling through you as he arches his back and pushes his hips up into your touch.

His muscular body is warm and inviting beneath your hands, every touch sending shivers of pleasure through him. "God... Doc..." he pants, nibbling at your neck before sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. "I've never met anyone like you... So confident... So willing." He thrusts against you again, harder this time, his cock pressing painfully against your hip as it lengthens and thickens with desire.

With one powerful motion, Anil rolls onto his side, pinning you beneath him once more. His cock is now fully revealed, the head leaking a steady stream of pre-cum down its length and over his fingers. "Take me," he growls huskily, pressing their erections together as he slides his hands up your body to cup your face, holding you still for his dominance. "Show me what you want... Show me how much you need it."

A hoarse cry escapes you as he thrusts his hips forward, the thick head of his cock pushing past your entrance with ease. You feel overwhelmed and stretched as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim with heat and pleasure. With every powerful stroke, Anil growls out words of dominance and possession, claiming what is his by right of strength and desire.

His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady for his mastery. His eyes roll back into his head as he focuses on the sensation of being inside you, feeling every muscle in his body tense and relax with each powerful thrust. Anil growls low in his throat, letting out animalistic sounds of pleasure as their bodies move together in a primal dance of domination and submission.