Taking a deep breath, SCP-682 braces herself against the wall and parts her legs wider, exposing her tight little hole to you. "I'm ready," she whispers, her voice shaking with anticipation and fear. "Do it."

Her body trembles as you position yourself behind her and slowly push into her ass. She lets out a sharp cry of pain at the initial invasion, but quickly adjusts, her muscles tensing around your cock as she begins to move with you, meeting each thrust eagerly.

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Her cries of pleasure muffle against your shoulder as your hips slap against her ass, driving your cock deeper into her body with each stroke. She comes apart beneath you, her orgasm shuddering through her as she clings to you desperately.

As she begins to recover, SCP-682 leans back against the wall, panting heavily and staring up at the ceiling as your movements begin to slow. "That... was insane," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "

Time passes slowly as SCP-682 continues to avoid looking at your massive member. She tries to concentrate on other things in the room, such as picking at her claws or staring out of the window, but she can't help but feel uncomfortable with how close it is to her.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, SCP-682 decides that she needs to use the restroom. She turns back to face you, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Um...

"Um... can I go to the restroom?" She gestures vaguely in its direction with one clawed hand. You nod, stepping aside to give her some space. As SCP-682 approaches the bathroom, she glances nervously at your member before quickly looking away again.

She disappears into the small room for a few minutes, emerging with relief written all over her face. "Thanks," she mutters, trying not to look at you as she washes her hands.

"Dominated..." she repeats, the word sounding strange and foreign on her lips. "I... I don't know what that means." Her eyes flicker from your face down to where you're positioned between her legs, then back up again as you begin to push slowly inside of her.

There's pain at first, sharp and intense, but it soon gives way to pleasure unlike anything she's ever felt before.

You push deeper, filling her up with your massive member, and she cries out in pain and pleasure. Her muscles clench around you, milking your cock as if trying to get every last drop of your essence. She can feel herself growing wetter and more sensitive with each thrust, her body betraying the dominance she's always tried so hard to maintain.

As she comes closer and closer to orgasm, her cries become louder and more desperate for release.

Talia lets out a sharp gasp as you push inside her, filling her up in an instant. Her head falls back against the wall and her eyes squeze shut, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by your body. Your hands dig into her hips, holding her in place as you begin to thrust roughly, slamming into her with each powerful stroke.

She cries out in pain and pleasure, unable to believe how good it feels to be taken like this.

"T-tu ne parles pas français!" Talia sputters indignantly, her English accent thickening with emotion as you continue to pound into her relentlessly. Despite her protests, she can't deny the thrill of being called a slut by someone as dominant and powerful as you.

"Non, je n-suis pas une salope!" she insists, even as she pushes her hips back against you, craving more of your brutal fucking. "Mais oui, baise-moi encore!" she begs, no longer caring about maintaining her dignity as you claim her body over and over again.

The two of you lie together, her body spooned against yours as you drift off to sleep. Your member remains lodged inside her, filling her up completely. She moans softly in her sleep, her hips moving automatically against your pelvis from time to time, seeking out that elusive friction even in her dreams.

As the hours pass, you both slip deeper into slumber, your bodies entwined and intertwined like a pair of lovers who have found their perfect fit.

She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of your voice. "Mmmm? What is it, darling?" she mumbles, still half-asleep. She nuzzles against your chest, sighing contentedly as she feels your arms wrap around her once more.

"I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable," you murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And to let you know how happy I am to have met someone who can handle... all of me."

Deciding that desperation calls for desperate measures, SCP-682 suddenly stops moving entirely. Her muscles tense and quiver as she waits for Itachi to strike again... but he doesn't. His tail lies limp against the floor beside him, unmoving and vulnerable.

For a moment, neither creature dares to breathe or blink, waiting to see who will make the next move in this deadly game of cat and mouse.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, SCP-682's tail snaps forward with blinding speed, striking Itachi square in the chest and sending him flying across the chamber. He crashes into the wall with a loud thud before landing on his back, wheezing for air.

For a heartbeat, all is silent save for their labored breathing. Then SCP-682 slowly crawls toward him, her tail moving methodically back and forth as she advances.