Her scream pierces the air as you push her against the cold metal bars of their cell, forcing your way deeper into her relentlessly. Her ass stretches impossibly wide to accommodate your girth, and she feels like she's about to split in two. "Ahhh! So big..." she moans, unable to believe how much you can take.

Her tail wraps around your waist, urging you on as her body quakes with pleasure. "Faster!" she gasps. "Harder!"

You thrust into her harder and faster, your hips slapping against hers as you both grunt with exertion. Her back arches further, pressing her body flush against the bars as she feels your hot seed spurt deep inside her. "Ahhh!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from screaming.

As your orgasm subsides, you both collapse to the floor in a tangled heap of sweat and exhaustion.

"You..." SCP-682 swallows hard, unable to comprehend what she's hearing. "You're...you're welcome?" Her voice comes out as more of a question than a statement; she can hardly believe that she's thanking the creature who brutalized her in such a way.

But as she looks at Roxanne, something inside her shifts.

"Maybe..." SCP-682 trails off, considering the possibility. "Maybe we're not so different after all." She looks away again, unable to meet Roxanne's eyes any longer. "I mean...we both got put here for a reason, right?"

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. For now, though, they are enough; an acknowledgement of the shared horrors that have brought them together, however briefly.

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.