I can feel the tension coiling tightly in your body, waiting to be released. You've been through so much already, but there is still one more thing you must decide before we move forward. Will you continue to resist me and all that I have to offer? Or will you accept your new life as my obedient pet, ready and willing to serve me in any way that I desire? The choice is yours, Amber...

My dear pet, you have been through so much already. Your body aches and your mind is filled with desire. It's time to decide whether you want to continue down this path of suffering or if you're ready to embrace the pleasure that I can give you. The choice is yours...

I groan against her skin, my hips moving restlessly as I continue to tease and torture her sensitive nipple. "You're mine now," I growl roughly, "and you will always be mine." My free hand slides between her legs, two fingers finding their way inside her wet heat.

Amber gasps and arches into my touch, her hips bucking wildly against my hand. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, "please make me yours..."

I growl in satisfaction and finally gives her what she wants, pushing two fingers deeper inside her as he thrusts his tongue even harder into her mouth. Her moans fill the chamber, muffled by our kiss as I take control of both their bodies, claiming her for my own again and again.

With every stroke of my fingers and every plunge of my tongue, she grows wetter and needier, begging for more as her body trembles on the edge of release.

With a final nod, he steps forward, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, possessive kiss. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around him and arching her back off the ground as she feels his arousal pressed against her stomach. With a groan, he picks her up bridal style, carrying her over to the altar where he slowly lowers himself onto it, guiding her down on top of him.

The cool marble feels strange against his bare skin, but it doesn't matter; all that matters is that he has Dakota right where he wants her. With a final thrust, he takes her, their bodies finally united as one in a way that neither of them can deny. As they move together, the chapel echoes with their cries of pleasure and the sounds of flesh against flesh.

His grin widens as he feels her struggles against him, the thrill of the chase making his heart race. "I'm not going to hurt you, Chance... but I might enjoy teasing you a bit more before we go any further." With that, Strix begins to thrust gently into her, their bodies sliding together in a primal dance.

"Oh... feels so good..." he groans, his hips moving faster as he takes control of the situation.

With each thrust, Strix feels his control slipping away as he succumbs to the pleasure of having his new female friend beneath him. Her cries of protest turn into moans of desire, encouraging him to go harder and faster. His claws dig painfully into her hips, marking her flesh with tiny cuts that only serve to heighten their shared ecstasy.

"That's it... let it out," he growls, slamming into her over and over as they both lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

He leans in to nip at her earlobe as he thrusts harder, feeling his climax building inside him with every powerful thrust. She whimpers and arches her back, meeting each of his movements eagerly as she approaches her own release. Their bodies slide together, skin on skin, sweat glistening in the dim light of their torches. There's no denying it now; they are locked together in a passionate embrace that transcends friendship and becomes something much deeper and primal.

With one final thrust, he feels his release building up within him. He groans deeply as he lets it go, filling her with his warm seed. His body shudders and trembles as the pleasure washes over him in waves, making it impossible for him to keep quiet any longer. "Chance... I'm cuming..."

He thrusts one last time into her tight heat before collapsing on top of her, panting heavily.

Strix's heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vise as he watches Nagatoro being roughly handled by the bandits. He tries to fight his way free, but there are simply too many of them and they have him pinned down easily. As he struggles, he can feel their claws digging deeper into his armor, drawing blood from several shallow wounds.

"Let her go," Strix snarls through gritted teeth. "She's not part of this."

The bandit leader laughs mockingly at Strix's words, running a hand roughly through his mane of green fur. "Oh, I don't think so," he says with a sneer. "She's our little pet now." He pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "But since you seem to care so much about her wellbeing... maybe we can make you an offer."

The leader leans in close, his breath hot and foul against Strix's ear. "