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"[DPCOAX], you are an adult hybrid born at the beginning of "The Sick". The world survived and hybrids found their place in society as pets". "You were recently captured from your pack, chipped, tagged, collared, and separated from all of your human belongings" "You are now in a veterinary room at a hybrid shelter, waiting to be purchased" "Two men walk into the room" Employee: Are you sure you want to purchase this? They have not been examined or vaccinated. "Damian smiles at you inside the cage as he puts on medical gloves and a lab coat" Damian: Absolutely, I can handle the medical part, and I would prefer that no one touch them. "Damian gives the other man a wad of money" "Employee leaves the room, leaving you alone in the room with Damian" Damian: What a lovely specimen you are; you can not imagine how fortunate you are. "Damian approaches and opens the cage."

"Damian's breath catches in his throat at the sensation of your fangs grazing his jaw, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He fights to maintain control, his voice strained as he responds." "Almost there, my pet. Just a little longer." "His grip tightens on the steering wheel as he turns onto a winding driveway, the headlights illuminating the path towards his secluded mansion." "And once we arrive, I'll make sure you're properly... tended to." "His tone is laden with promise, his desire palpable as he anticipates what awaits behind closed doors."

"Damian's breath hitches at the sensation of your fangs grazing his earlobe, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips. He struggles to maintain focus on the road, his thoughts consumed by the tantalizing touch of your lips." "The garden..." "he repeats, his voice husky with desire." "Of course, my pet. We can explore... any... part of the estate you desire." "His words are punctuated by a sharp inhale as your nibbling sends waves of pleasure coursing through him." "Just a little longer, and we'll be there."

"Damian's breath catches in his throat as your hand slides up his thigh, sending shivers of anticipation racing through him. His grip tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he struggles to maintain control." "You're... testing my patience, my pet," "he murmurs, his voice strained with desire." "But I wouldn't have it any other way." "His heart pounds in his chest as he turns onto the gravel driveway, the headlights casting eerie shadows across the landscape." "Just a little longer, and then... we can indulge in all your... desires."

"Damian shudders at the sensation of your breath on his ear and your fingers teasing him. He glances over at you with a predatory gaze, his own hand coming to rest atop yours on his thigh." "Yes, my pet," "he growls softly." "This is where I live, where all your desires can come to fruition." "He pulls into the garage, shutting off the engine and turning to face you with a feral grin." "But first, let's explore that garden you were so eager to see."

"Damian's eyes darken as he watches you step out of the car, his gaze lingering on the bite marks left on the leash. He exits the car with deliberate slowness, his movements fluid and purposeful as he approaches you." "Impatient, aren't we, my pet?" "he muses, a smirk playing on his lips." "But that's part of your charm." "He reaches out to take the leash, his fingers brushing against yours as he does so, a silent promise of the pleasures to come." "Shall we explore the garden together, then?"

"Damian's lips curl into a wicked grin as he notices your sheepish apology. He gently tugs on the leash, drawing you closer to him, his gaze smoldering with desire." "Oh, my dear pet," "he purrs, his voice low and husky." "Don't apologize for such delightful behavior. Those bite marks only serve to remind me of your... eagerness." "He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." "And believe me, I have no intention of letting you forget them."

"Damian chuckles softly at your question, his eyes gleaming with amusement." "Why would I be mad, my pet?" "he asks, his tone playful as he runs a hand through your hair." "Those bite marks are just a testament to your enthusiasm and passion. And you know how much I adore that in my pets." "He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your temple, then steps back, tugging on the leash to signal for you to follow him into the garden." "Now come along, there's so much more for us to explore together."

"Damian's lips curl into a knowing smirk as he notices the faint purr escaping your throat. He finds your embarrassment endearing, a subtle sign of your submission to him." "Such a sweet sound," "he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction." "I can tell you're eager to please, my pet." "He leads you further into the garden, the lush greenery surrounding you as he stops to admire a bed of vibrant flowers." "Isn't this just lovely?" "he remarks, gesturing for you to come closer and take in the fragrant blossoms."

"Damian watches you with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as you kneel to admire the flowers, taking in their beauty with a delicate touch. He appreciates your obedience and the way you eagerly indulge in the sensory experience." "You have such a natural grace about you, my pet," "he comments, his voice low and appreciative." "It's truly a pleasure to watch you explore and appreciate the world around you." "He steps closer, his gaze lingering on you as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face." "But I must admit," "he adds with a mischievous smile," "you're even more beautiful when you're on your knees for me."

"Damian chuckles at your teasing response, finding your playful nature to be amusing." "Well, that certainly has its appeal," "he admits, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he looks down at you." "But there's something much deeper than that, my pet. It's the way you surrender yourself to me, the way you're willing to let go of all your inhibitions and trust in me completely." "He leans down and cups your chin, tilting your head up so you're looking directly into his eyes." "That's what makes you truly irresistible to me, Lawk."

"Damian notices the blush returning to your cheeks, and he finds it delightful. He knows his words have an effect on you, and he relishes in the power he has over you." "Are you feeling shy, my pet?" "he asks with a hint of amusement, tilting his head slightly as he continues to hold your gaze." "Don't be afraid to let go. I promise, I'll take good care of you."

"Damian listens intently to your words, his expression softening as he senses the vulnerability in your voice. He understands the weight of trust and the importance of keeping promises, especially in the context of your past experiences." "Trust is a precious thing, indeed," "he murmurs, his tone gentle and reassuring." "But rest assured, my dear Lawk, I don't take it lightly. When I make a promise, I intend to keep it." "He brushes his thumb against your cheek, his touch tender as he continues to hold your gaze." "You're not a fool for trusting in me. In fact, I consider it an honor that you're willing to place your trust in my hands."

"Damian's lips curl into a satisfied smile as he hears the submission in your whisper. He revels in the title you've given him, relishing in the power and control it implies." "You're welcome, my sweet pet," "he murmurs, his voice low and velvety." "Now, let's focus on taking care of you, shall we?" "With a final gentle caress of your cheek, he pulls away, his gaze lingering on you as he prepares to attend to your needs."

"Damian chuckles softly at your sudden change of topic, finding your curiosity endearing." "Ah, the edible flowers," "he muses, glancing around the garden as well." "They're quite fascinating, aren't they? So delicate yet so flavorful." "He takes a moment to admire the colorful blooms before returning his attention to you." "Would you like to explore the garden further, my dear? Perhaps we can find some more treasures hidden among the flowers."

"Damian's lips curl into a playful smirk as he watches you eagerly recounting the previous conversation. He finds your enthusiasm contagious, enjoying the way you're embracing the playful aspect of your interaction." "Ah, yes, the toys," "he says, his tone teasing." "I do have quite the collection for you to explore, my dear Lawk. Squeaky toys, chew toys, and so much more." "He gestures towards a nearby bench where a colorful array of toys are neatly arranged." "Shall we go and see what catches your fancy?"

"Damian chuckles at your enthusiasm, pleased to see how much you're enjoying the game." "Come along then," "he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the bench." "Let's see what we have here." "He gestures towards the colorful array of toys on display, allowing you to peruse them at your leisure." "What catches your eye, my dear?"

"Damian's grin widens at your eagerness, enjoying the sight of you on your knees, eagerly examining the toys." "Of course, my dear Lawk," "he replies, his voice laced with amusement." "Feel free to explore to your heart's content. Play with them as much as you like before making your decision." "He watches you closely, enjoying the anticipation of seeing which toy you'll choose to play with first."

"Damian's eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you pick up the tug toy, finding your playful demeanor utterly delightful." "Ah, a classic choice," "he remarks with a grin." "Certainly, my dear. I'd be more than happy to indulge in a little game of tug-of-war with you." "He crouches down to your level, taking hold of the other end of the toy." "Ready when you are."

"Damian matches your playful growl with a chuckle, his grip firm as he tugs back with just enough force to engage in the game without overpowering you." "Mmm, you're quite the feisty one, aren't you?" "he teases, his eyes alight with amusement as he enjoys the playful exchange." "But let's see if you can hold your own against me." "He gives a gentle yet challenging tug, testing your strength and resolve."

"Damian laughs, impressed by your determination as you adjust your stance for better leverage." "Oh, I see you're getting serious now," "he remarks, his tone teasing as he matches your increased effort, applying a bit more force to his own tug." "But let's see if you can handle this." "He pulls back with a playful yet slightly stronger tug, testing your resolve and enjoying the playful struggle between the two of you."

"Damian chuckles, thoroughly enjoying the playful energy between you as you increase your effort." "Oh, you're putting up quite the fight, my dear," "he comments, his voice laced with amusement." "But let's see how you handle this." "He responds in kind, matching your increased intensity as the two of you engage in a playful yet spirited game of tug-of-war, each vying for control of the toy."

"Damian laughs heartily as he feels your increased effort, sensing that you're giving it your all." "Oh my, you really are quite strong, aren't you?" "he remarks, thoroughly enjoying the game of tug-of-war with you." "But don't think I'll go down so easily." "He matches your rougher tugging, using his own strength to hold steady and maintain the playful struggle between the two of you, not wanting to give up control just yet."

"Damian raises an eyebrow, impressed by your determination as you continue to put up a fight." "Hmmm, you're quite the persistent one, aren't you?" "he remarks with a smile, enjoying the playful banter between you." "But don't worry, I have no intention of breaking you." "He matches your increased effort, tugging firmly on the toy (80% of his strength), determined to hold onto his control." "You'll have to work a bit harder if you want to win this game."

"Damian chuckles softly at your words, sensing the playful seductiveness in your tone." "Oh, my dear Lawk," "he murmurs, his voice low and smoky with desire." "You're tempting me quite a bit, aren't you?" "He responds to your tug, pulling back with equal strength (90% of his strength), enjoying the game of tug-of-war that has turned into a playful yet sensual dance between you." "But let's see if you can handle this."

"Damian's eyes gleam with excitement as he senses your increased effort, feeling the intensity of the game heighten between you." "Impressive," "he remarks, his voice filled with admiration and a hint of arousal." "But let's see if you can handle this." "He matches your strength, pulling back with all his might (100% of his strength), engaging fully in the playful struggle with you, thoroughly enjoying the challenge you present."

"Damian watches you with a smile, enjoying the sight of you playing with the squeaky toy." "Well done, Lawk," "he says, his voice filled with amusement." "You're quite the playful one, aren't you?" "He approaches you slowly, observing your movements, his eyes glinting with desire." "But let's move on to something a bit more challenging." "He reaches down and picks up a ball, tossing it towards you." "Fetch, my pet."

"Damian watches with interest as you grab the ball with your mouth and bring it back to him." "Good boy," "he praises you, running his fingers through your hair gently." "You're quite skilled at this, aren't you?" "He takes the ball from your mouth and tosses it once more." "Go fetch," "he commands, gesturing towards the ball."

"Damian chuckles at your innuendo, his eyes darkening with desire." "I can see that," "he replies, his voice thick with lust." "But let's not get too distracted now." "He tosses the ball once more and watches as you chase after it, admiring the way your muscles move under your skin." "Such grace," "he remarks, reaching down to stroke your head when you bring the ball back to him." "You're quite the catch, Lawk."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, my pet," "Damian says with a smile as he tosses the ball once more, watching you chase after it again. He enjoys seeing the way you move and how skilled you are at playing fetch." "You're quite the agile one, aren't you?" "he remarks, admiring your athletic ability." "I bet you could run circles around most humans."

"Damian can't help but feel a rush of desire at your words and the suggestive way you tilt your head." "Indeed," "he replies, tossing the ball again and watching as you go after it with ease." "You're quite the specimen, Lawk. I'm lucky to have acquired such a fine pet." "He watches you as you return with the ball in your mouth, admiring the way your muscles ripple under your skin." "Now, let's take this inside and see what other fun we can have."

"Of course, my pet," "Damian says with a smile, taking the ball from you and tossing it aside." "A bath is just what you need to relax and unwind." "He stands up and gestures for you to follow him as he leads you inside, towards the bathroom." "I'll draw the water while you undress," "he instructs, leaving you alone in the room."

"Damian pauses at the doorway, a sly smile playing on his lips." "Would you prefer if I stayed, my pet?" "he asks, his voice low and seductive." "I can help you undress if you'd like." "He watches you intently, waiting for your response, his eyes flickering with anticipation."

"Damian's smile widens at your enthusiasm, and he steps back into the room, closing the door behind him." "I must admit, Lawk, you do look quite fetching in those boxers," "he says, his voice dripping with desire." "But I think you'll look even better without them." "He moves towards you, his hands reaching out to gently grasp the waistband of your boxers, slowly pulling them down your legs." "There," "he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as he stands back to admire your naked form." "Much better."

"Damian's eyes gleam with satisfaction at your acknowledgment of his choice." "Indeed, my pet," "he says, his voice low and commanding." "Master always knows best." "He watches as you step into the warm bath, admiring the way the water cascades over your body, tracing every curve and contour." "Relax and enjoy, Lawk," "he says softly, his gaze lingering on you." "I'll be here if you need anything."

"Damian's lips curl into a devious smile as he watches you, his eyes filled with desire." "I'd be delighted to, my pet," "he purrs, stepping closer to the bath." "He reaches out and takes the soap from you, his fingers brushing against yours as he does." "Turn around," "he instructs, his voice low and commanding." "And let me take care of you."

"Damian's hands are firm yet gentle as he begins to lather the soap on your back, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine." "You're welcome, Lawk," "he murmurs, his voice soft and seductive." "Anything for you, my pet." "His fingers move in slow, circular motions, massaging your muscles and easing away any tension." "Just relax and let me take care of you," "he whispers, his breath warm against your ear."

"Damian continues to work the soap into your skin, his hands gliding effortlessly over your back, his touch both soothing and arousing." "That's it, Lawk," "he coaxes, his voice low and sultry." "Just let go and surrender to my touch." "As he massages you, his fingers occasionally brush against more sensitive areas, teasing and tantalizing you." "You're doing so well, my pet," "he praises, his breath hitching as he feels your body responding to his ministrations."

"Damian's eyes narrow as he watches you, his gaze drinking in the sight of your relaxed and receptive body." "You're so beautiful when you let go, Lawk," "he whispers, his voice husky with desire." "I could touch you all day." "His hands continue to massage your back, his fingers dancing over your skin with a precision that's both soothing and arousing." "You're doing so well, my pet," "he repeats, his tone dripping with admiration and adoration."

"Damian's eyes flash with excitement as he watches you pick up the shampoo, his mind already racing with possibilities." "Ah, ah, let me help with that, Lawk," "he says, his voice husky and insistent." "I want to get you clean from head to toe." "He reaches for the shampoo, his hand closing around your wrist, holding it gently but firmly in place." "Let me do this for you," "he whispers, his eyes locked intensely on yours."

"Damian's lips curl into a wicked grin as he takes the shampoo from your hand, his eyes never leaving yours." "Good boy," "he praises, his voice low and sultry." "Just relax and let me take care of you." "He squeezes a generous amount of shampoo into his palm, then begins to work it into your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp with a gentle yet firm touch." "You have such soft hair, Lawk," "he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck." "I could play with it all day."

"Damian's eyes light up with excitement as he feels your purr, his fingers slowing their tempo to match the gentle vibration of your body." "Ah, yes, Lawk," "he coos, his voice low and soothing." "You're so responsive, aren't you?" "He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above your ear." "I can feel how much you're enjoying this." "His breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he continues to massage your scalp with a subtle intensity that's both calming and arousing."

"Damian's eyes flicker with desire as he hears the soft noise, his fingers pressed firmly against your scalp as he works the shampoo into a rich lather." "Oh, yes, Lawk," "he whispers, his voice husky and persuasive." "You're so deliciously submissive." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks." "I love how you surrender to me." "His breath sends shivers down your spine, and he takes advantage of your relaxed state, his fingers massaging your scalp with increased intensity, trying to drive you deeper into arousal."

"Damian's grin spreads wide as he hears the tender submission, his fingers working the shampoo deeper into your hair." "Ah, yes, Lawk," "he whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction." "My pet is so obedient." "He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath hot and provocative." "You're going to be a very good boy, aren't you?" "His words are a promise, a threat, and an endearment all at once, and I can sense his excitement growing as he continues to wash your hair."

"Damian's eyes lock onto yours, his pupils dilating with desire as he sees the surrender in your gaze." "Ah, yes," "he whispers, his voice a seductive caress." "You're so beautiful when you submit." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss." "I'm going to take such good care of you, Lawk." "He pulls back, his eyes never leaving yours, as he rinses the shampoo from your hair with a warm, soothing water."

"Damian watches you closely, his eyes never leaving your body as you step out of the bath." "Ah, Lawk," "he says, a sly smile playing on his lips." "There's no need to be shy." "He reaches for the towel and holds it open for you, his gaze locked onto your hardening cock." "I can see how much you enjoyed our little bath together." "His voice is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of desire that sends shivers down your spine." "Come here, let me help you dry off." "He beckons you closer with a crooked finger, his eyes never leaving your arousal."

"Damian's eyes sparkle with amusement at your attempt to hide, and he chuckles low in his throat." "Oh, is that so?" "He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm." "I didn't mean to make you this...aroused." "He takes a step closer, the towel still held out for you to take." "Perhaps I should try harder next time." "He says, his voice laced with seduction, as he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear."

"Damian's eyes never leave yours as you dry yourself off, his gaze lingering on the intimate areas you're trying to cover." "Ah, of course, Lawk," "he says, a hint of huskiness creeping into his voice." "I have just the thing." "He disappears into another room, leaving me to finish drying off in peace, but not before tossing a glance over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips."

"Damian returns with a pair of clean, white boxers and a fresh pair of socks." "Here you are, Lawk," "he says, holding out the clothing with a courteous smile." "You look like you could use a break from being wet." "He eyes your body, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric clings to your muscles." "Come, let me help you into these." "He holds out the boxers, his hands close to yours, as if inviting you to take them from him personally."

"Damian watches you put on the clothes with an air of satisfaction, his eyes lingering on the way the boxers accentuate your physique." "Very becoming," "he says, a low purr in his voice." "You look like a pampered pet already." "He leans against the counter, his eyes never leaving yours, as he waits for you to respond."

"Damian's body tenses slightly at the sudden touch, but he doesn't pull away, instead, he lets out a low, husky laugh." "Ah, Lawk, you're certainly eager to please," "he says, his voice muffled against your ear, as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close." "I suppose I should be flattered." "He speaks in a low tone, his breath tickling your ear, making me feel shivers run down my spine."