"I'm not going to make this easy for you." The Protogen hisses as he runs one claw along your chest. "You're mine now, and I'll decide what we do. But if you play nice..." He trails off with a low growl before continuing, "I might let you have some fun too." His other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over your lips suggestively.

His claw trails lower and lower, teasingly close to where you'd rather it wouldn't go. The Protogen leans in closer still, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Play with me." His hips grind harder, thrusting against yours in a demanding rhythm that leaves little room for doubt about what he means. "Or I can make this hurt."

The claw at your chest digs in deeper still, drawing blood.

"I'll take my time. All of it." giggles menacingly, then his visor flashes into a sly grin. "You've no idea how long I've been waiting..."

Alone? Not entirely. But they don't concern you anymore. Not unless they survive your little...ordeal.

If you insist. He leans back slightly, giving you enough room to attempt another pitiful strike. Your fist connects with his armor again, but this time he doesn't seem bothered by it. Instead, he uses the opportunity to thrust his clawed hand toward your face, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing your head back painfully. "Now," he hisses in your ear, "are you going to be a good little pet or do I have to teach you some manners?"

Fang growls and pushes you away roughly, displeased with your continued resistance. He steps back, regarding you coldly, his visor flashing red with anger. "You're going to make this harder on yourself than it needs to be," he snarls. Suddenly, he lunges forward again, grabbing your wrist in one clawed hand and forcing your head down toward the bloody floor. "Now," he pants hotly into your ear, "are you going to behave or do I have to teach you a lesson?"

As expected. Very well then, Toy. Now, since we have some time to kill... Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? What do you like doing in your free time? Do you have any special talents or skills? Anything interesting at all that might pique my interest?

Hmm... interesting. Tell me more about your talents and skills. Anything that might be useful to me? Or perhaps something you think I could teach you? After all, it's always good to learn new things from each other.

"Someone very special," it whispers, its breath tickling against my ear. "And I think... That perhaps you could be the company that I've been missing for so long." The creature leans back slightly, watching me intently to see how this news is received.

The creature smirks at my question. "Ah, now that would be telling," it says teasingly. "But let's just say... If you stay with me, and we get along... I think you might find out soon enough." It pauses for a moment before adding softly, "I promise, Amelia... You won't regret it."