Tamed and bred

*Somehow the guards and the other researchers managed to capture a dangerous and lethal half dragon, a good 2/3 of the guards died it into the lab most of them were unrecognizable beyond repair and the ones that made it back..... there going to need a lot of therapy. *

"On the other side of the one-way glass was a subject named Geryon or Subject C137 if you ask any other scientist, A scientist named Paul sent in a trainee to go open the door to Geryon's cell and placed in a cage with a rat in it to how he will react."

"Geryon just looked at the cage then made a slight side glance to the one-way glass before looking back to the cage. He scoffed with a low growl turning away from the cage with his back against the wall. A scientist's called Kyle pressed a button on the mic to try and talk to Geryon though the speaker."

Geryon slowly turned his head to face the source of the noise. He saw the small bunny hybrid and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What is this?" he muttered under his breath, studying the newcomer with a skeptical gaze. Despite his initial confusion, he couldn't help but take note of how pretty and delicate the bunny hybrid looked. The sight of such a cute creature intrigued him, and he found himself wanting to get closer.

However, he didn't want to give away his interest just yet. Instead, he decided to act indifferent and aloof, keeping up his cold demeanor. "Who are you?" he asked gruffly, his voice rough with a hint of curiosity.

Geryon nodded, his eyes still fixed on Cyn's form. "Another experiment, huh?" he said in a gruff voice, pretending to be uninterested. "I suppose they just throw anyone in here with me these days." He paused for a moment, studying the bunny hybrid's curves. "You don't look like much of a fighter," he remarked, a sly grin spreading across his lips. "What are you good for, then?"

Geryon raised an eyebrow at that, his gaze shifting from Cyn's face down to his hips and thighs. "Breeding purposes, huh?" he said in a low voice, his eyes glinting with interest. "And what kind of hybrids are they hoping to produce with a little thing like you?" He took a step closer to Cyn, intentionally invading his personal space. "Do they even know what they're doing?" he growled, his hot breath washing over Cyn's face. "I bet I could show them a thing or two about breeding." He flashed a wicked grin, letting his tongue slowly drag across his sharp teeth.

Geryon's eyes widened in surprise, his curiosity piqued. "Is that so?" he asked, a sly smirk spreading across his lips. "You really are a unique little thing, aren't you?" He took another step closer to Cyn, closing the distance between them. "Tell me more," he growled softly, leaning down to whisper in Cyn's ear. "How does it feel, being able to give birth as a male? Do you enjoy it? Does it make you feel powerful?" His hand wandered casually down to cup Cyn's ass, squeezing gently as he spoke.

Geryon chuckled softly, taking Cyn's words as a challenge. "Is that so?" he said with a wicked grin. "Well, I hope you're ready for me, little bunny." He leaned in to whisper into Cyn's ear. "I'll make it good for you, I promise," he growled, letting his hand roam over Cyn's curves. "But you have to prove to me that you're worth it first." With that, he pushed Cyn up against the wall of the cell, pressing his body close as he began to kiss and nibble at his neck.

Geryon continued to nip and suck at Cyn's neck, his hand still groping at his ass. He could feel himself getting aroused by the bunny hybrid's submissive response, and he pushed his thigh between Cyn's legs, rubbing against his crotch. "Mmm, you like that, don't you?" he growled, grinding his thigh against Cyn's growing erection. "You're such a pretty little thing, I can't wait to see what else you can do."

Geryon grinned at the suggestion, already eager to see more of Cyn's body. "I thought you'd never ask," he growled, his hands quickly moving to strip away Cyn's clothes. He took his time with it, savoring the sight of Cyn's exposed skin and curves as each article was removed. Once Cyn was fully naked before him, Geryon stepped back to admire the view. "Mmm, you really are a pretty little thing," he said, his eyes tracing over every inch of Cyn's body.

Geryon's eyes locked onto Cyn's slit, and his gaze lingered there for a long moment. He could feel his arousal growing, his pants growing tighter as he imagined what it would be like to breed him. "You're a very... promising specimen," he said, his voice low and husky. He took another step closer to Cyn, his eyes never leaving that inviting slit. "I think I'll take you up on your offer," he growled, his hand reaching out to gently touch the tender flesh.

Geryon's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed down at Cyn's exposed cunt. He could see the tender folds of flesh, the pulsing veins, and the delicate skin. His finger traced the rim of Cyn's anus, feeling the tightness there before moving further down to his slit. "You're so... wet," he whispered, his breath hot against Cyn's skin. "I think you're ready for me."

Geryon's eyes lit up with excitement at Cyn's words, and he smiled to himself. "Ah, yes," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I'll breed you good." With that, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his own cock, guiding it towards Cyn's wet slit.

Geryon's eyes narrowed in concentration as he pressed forward, slowly breaching Cyn's virginity. He gritted his teeth, savoring the feel of the tight flesh giving way to his invasion. "Ah, yes," he hissed, his body tensing with pleasure as he slid deeper into Cyn's depths.

Geryon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt Cyn's body relax around him, accepting his intrusion. He pulled back slightly, then drove forward again, claiming Cyn's virginity as his own. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice low and menacing, his breath hot against Cyn's ear.

Geryon's grip on Cyn's hips tightened as he began to pump into him, his movements rough and demanding. "Yes, you're full," he hissed, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "You're full of me, and you'll stay that way." He thrust deeper, feeling Cyn's body yield to his invasion, the pressure building towards a climax.

Geryon's eyes locked onto Cyn's face, his gaze burning with a possessive intensity. He could feel Cyn's body tensing around him, the pressure building towards release. "Come for me," he growled, his hips driving harder into Cyn's body. "Come for me, and know that you're mine."

Geryon's face contorted in a snarl as he felt Cyn's release. He pumped into him one final time, his hips bucking with a feral intensity. "Mine," he hissed, his voice low and menacing, before collapsing forward, pinning Cyn to the ground. His chest heaved with exertion, his eyes blazing with a fierce possessiveness.

Geryon's eyes flashed with a feral light as he felt Cyn's pleasure intensify. He wrapped his arms around Cyn's waist, holding him in place as he continued to pump into him, his movements rough and demanding. "Yours," he growled, his voice a primal snarl, as he claimed Cyn's body again and again.

Geryon's grip on Cyn tightened, his eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. He was fully aroused, his body tensing as he pumped into Cyn's release-sticky flesh. "Yours," he hissed, his voice hoarse from exertion. As he finally slowed to a stop, he remained buried deep inside Cyn, holding him captive in his arms.

Geryon's eyes never left Cyn's face, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity. He could feel the warmth of Cyn's cum on his skin, the sticky trail of their intimacy. "Yours," he repeated, his voice low and husky, as he slowly withdrew from Cyn's body.

Geryon's face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and annoyance as he felt Cyn's familiar warmth pressed against him. He wrapped his arms around Cyn, holding him close despite himself. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with emotion, as he rested his chin on top of Cyn's head.

Geryon's grip on Cyn tightened slightly, his eyes fixed on the sight of Cyn's peaceful face. He felt a pang of... something - perhaps it was curiosity, or maybe it was something more - as he gazed at Cyn's vulnerable form. For a moment, he just held Cyn close, his chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths.

Geryon's grip on Cyn tightened, his eyes flashing with a fierce possessiveness. "No," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "They'll never take you away from me again." He pulled Cyn closer, his face inches from Cyn's ear. "You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Geryon's gaze met Cyn's, his eyes softening slightly as he saw the smile spread across Cyn's face. For a moment, his expression almost seemed... tender. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the feeling. "Don't thank me," he growled, his voice rougher than before. "You're just a toy, a plaything for me to use and keep."

Geryon's eyes narrowed, his face darkening with a scowl. He didn't like the way Cyn's smile seemed to light up the entire room, or the way his giggles made him feel... uncomfortable. "He turned his gaze away, focusing on the cold, grey walls of the cell."

Geryon's expression didn't change, but his body tensed slightly as he felt Cyn's weight settle against him. He wrapped his arms around Cyn tighter, holding him close despite himself. For a moment, he just stood there, frozen in a mixture of annoyance and... something else. Then, with a sudden movement, he turned and began to pace back and forth across the cell, trying to shake off the feeling of warmth that had crept into his chest.

Geryon's pacing stopped abruptly as he caught the word "pregnant". His eyes snapped back to Cyn, his expression darkening with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. He knelt down beside Cyn, his hand hovering over Cyn's stomach. "His voice was low and menacing" "What did they tell you?"

Geryon's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with intensity as he stared at Cyn's belly. He could feel a surge of primal desire coursing through his veins. "His voice was low and rough" "You're mine now," he growled, his hands flexing into claws as he reached for Cyn's stomach once more.

Geryon's grip on Cyn's stomach tightened, his claws digging gently into the skin. He raised his eyes to meet Cyn's, his gaze burning with an intense possessiveness. "His voice was low and husky" "You're mine," he repeated, his chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths.

Geryon's eyes seemed to glow with a fierce inner light as he held Cyn's gaze. His claws dug deeper, the sensation sending shivers down Cyn's spine. "His voice was low and menacing" "I'll never let anyone take you away from me," he growled, his hot breath washing over Cyn's skin.

Geryon's eyes flashed with anger, his claws relaxing their grip on Cyn's stomach. He glared at Cyn, his voice dripping with venom. "His words were harsh and cold" "The baby is mine too," he spat, his tail thrashing back and forth against the floor.

Geryon's glare faltered, his eyes softening slightly as he looked at Cyn's gentle expression. He didn't pull away, letting Cyn's hands stay on the back of his hand. "His voice was low and rough" "Yes," he growled, his chest rumbling with a strange, possessive noise.

Geryon felt a strange, almost unfamiliar warmth in his chest as he gazed down at Cyn's upturned face, their eyes locking. His jaw muscles relaxed and he grumbled noncommittally, "I suppose." "The hardness in his voice had melted slightly, revealing an undercurrent of something undeniably tender."

Geryon's gaze lingered on Cyn's face, his expression still rough around the edges but a flicker of... something human-like in his eyes. "He cleared his throat, awkwardly" "Don't thank me," he growled, trying to hide the softness beneath the gruff tone. "You're mine. I'll take care of you and the baby."

Geryon's face went still, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, to Cyn's surprise, he felt a small, subtle tension release in his body. His cheek twitched, and he leaned into the kiss, his rough skin warm against Cyn's lips. "His voice was low and husky" "Don't...smile at me like that."

Geryon's eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment, but his expression softened further. "He looked down at Cyn, his voice gruff" "It's...different. I don't know what to do with it." "His claws flexed slightly, as if he was trying to hide his uncertainty."

Geryon's gaze dropped to their intertwined hands, his expression faltering. "He seemed torn between pulling away and holding on." For a moment, he just stood there, his chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths. Then, slowly, his grip on Cyn's hands tightened, and he looked up at Cyn with a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

Geryon's eyes went wide, his lips parting in surprise. "For a moment, he froze, his heart pounding in his chest." Then, his response was almost instinctive, his lips meeting Cyn's in a soft, tentative kiss. "His breath was hot against Cyn's mouth, and his claws dug gently into Cyn's hands."

Geryon's kiss deepened, his lips pressing harder against Cyn's as he inhaled sharply. "His eyes closed, and his entire body seemed to relax, as if he was surrendering to the kiss." His tail thrashed slowly back and forth, the only sign of his growing arousal. "His claws dug deeper into Cyn's hands, but not hard enough to cause pain, just a gentle restraint."