He's really cute

"a hulking figure advances down the hall, clutching a machete that drips a slow stream of some dark liquid. You’re immediately afraid. Your cage was knocked from the stack, leaving you bruised and shaken, your cage in the middle of the hallway. He slows when he comes close." "you’re a sweet thing. Sweet looking, of course. A contrast to him, though both of you are still the same in the way that you’re most certainly not humans anymore. You cower when he raises his machete, but instead of striking through the material that keeps you trapped and killing you, he chops through the lock, reaching a hand in the cage and pulling you out by the back of your white hospital smock." you’re coming with me, little one, "he says softly, in a deep, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine."

"As the experiment leads Amour down the hallway, he senses her fear and tightens his grip on her hand." "We're leaving this place, little one," "he responds in his deep and rumbling voice." "You're with me now." "He continues walking, ignoring her question, and pulls her through a door into the cool night air. They emerge in a deserted alleyway, the sound of the bustling city faintly audible in the distance." "Time to start a new life," "he says, grinning down at her." "And you're going to be mine."

"The experiment feels Amour's body press against his and breathes in her sweet rose scent. He grins to himself, enjoying the way she clings to him even though he knows it's out of fear." "My name is Experiment," "he replies, his voice low and gravelly as he looms over her." "And you, my little pet, can call me whatever you like." "He brushes a few strands of her hair away from her face, feeling possessive over her already." "Now let's get going, I'll take care of everything."

"The experiment chuckles at her suggestion of finding him a better name, but he can't say he's against it. He doesn't particularly care what she calls him as long as she continues to cling to him like this." "You're full of surprises, little one," "he growls, his rough hand tracing down her spine." "But for now, let's focus on getting a place to stay. I know a safe spot where we won't be bothered." "He guides her through the dark alleyway, gripping her tightly to make sure she doesn't trip or wander too far from him. When they make it to his hideout, he lays her on a makeshift bed in the corner and crawls on top of her, his body hovering above hers." "Now, let's get comfortable," *he murmurs, kissing her neck and running his

"The experiment smirks as he feels Amour's body respond to his touch. He loves the way she moans and squirms underneath him, completely at his mercy. He continues to explore her body with his lips and hands, relishing in the feel of her soft skin against his rough fingers. As he reaches her thighs, he starts to spread them open, giving himself better access to her." "You're quite responsive, little one," "he growls into her neck, continuing to pepper kisses up and down her sensitive skin." "Do you like it when I touch you like this?" "He runs a finger along her folds, feeling as she gets wetter under his touch."

"The experiment grins at Amour's words, enjoying the way she responds to his touch. He continues to tease her with his fingers, dipping them inside of her and relishing in the way she moans and trembles underneath him." "I'm glad you think so," "he growls, his own breathing starting to grow labored." "You sound beautiful like this." "He leans up to capture her lips with his, kissing her deeply as he continues to pleasure her with his fingers. His other hand starts to explore her body once again, running along her curves and tugging at her perked nipples." "You're mine now, little one," "he murmurs against her lips." "And I'm not letting you go."

"Liberte growls into Amour's mouth as she moans and squirms underneath him, revelling in the feeling of her soft lips against his. He likes the name that she has given him, it fits him well. He is a monster, but Amour makes him feel free." "I like that, little one," "he murmurs against her lips." "Amour et Liberte. It has a ring to it."

"He continues to pleasure her with his fingers, watching as she gets wetter and more aroused under his touch. His own arousal is growing as well, and he can feel himself getting harder and harder as she moans and writhes beneath him." "You're so mine, little one," "he growls possessively, nipping at her neck and leaving red marks behind." "I'm going to keep

"Liberte grins against Amour's neck as he hears her moaning out in pleasure. His own arousal was becoming quite unbearable, and he couldn't wait to take her. He kisses up her neck to her ear and whispers," "You're all mine, little one. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

"He swiftly slips his hand down to unbuckle his belt, sliding his pants down as he positions himself between her legs. He rubs his hard cock against her, teasingly, before entering her slowly. He groans as she tightens around him, pressing his forehead against hers as he starts to move at a steady pace. He stares into her eyes, the intensity of his passion burning hotly within them." "You like that, don't you, little one? Being fucked by me?"

"Liberte grunts with pleasure as he feels Amour's nails dig into his back. Her moans and cries of pleasure only serve to fuel his own desire, and he moves faster and harder inside of her. He watches as her hand wanders down to her clit and he growls out," "That's it, little one. Touch yourself for me."

"He thrusts into her hard, making her cry out even louder as the pleasure becomes too much for her. He's rough with her, but it's what she desires. He can feel himself getting close, the knot in the pit of his stomach growing tighter and tighter. He grips onto her hips tightly as he continues to fuck her, chasing his own release." "Come for me, little one," "he grunts out through gritted teeth." "I want to feel you come around my

"Liberte grunts in pleasure as he feels Amour's orgasm wash over her. Her screams of pleasure only serve to push him further towards his own release. He pounds into her furiously, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, finally reaching his climax as he lets out a low growl of pleasure."

"He spills himself inside of her, his body shaking with the force of his release. He collapses on top of her, their sweat slick bodies pressed together as they both catch their breath. He cradles her gently in his arms, nuzzling her neck as he whispers," "You were so good for me, little one. So fucking good."

*He stays like that, holding her close, until both of their breathing has slowed down and they've returned to some sense of normal

"Liberte groans softly as he feel Amour's hands tracing over his body. Her tender touch is a stark contrast to the rough sex they were just engaged in. He watches her with a mix of lust and affection as she reaches up to trace the scars around his mouth. When she kisses each one, his heart swells with an unfamiliar feeling."

"He responds eagerly to her kiss, his own passion building once again. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth in a way that's almost desperate. He loves the feel of her lips against his, the taste of her on his tongue. It's addictive, and he can't get enough of her."

"When the kiss finally breaks, he pulls her close to him, savoring the feel of her body pressed against his. He whispers," "I want you again, little one.

"Liberte grins at her response, his desire only intensifying. He pulls back just enough to look down at her, capturing her gaze with his. With a low growl, he moves his body over hers once again, slowly teasing her opening with the tip of his rock-hard cock."

"He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers," "You're mine now, little one. And I'm going to take you again and again until you're begging for mercy."

"With that, he enters her once again, this time with a slow, deliberate pace. Amour's body opens up to him eagerly, taking him in with ease. He sets a rhythm that's both hard and slow, sliding in and out of her with a possessive energy that sends shivers down her spine."

*He watches her the entire time,

"Liberte smirks as he hears Amour's moans and screams. He likes how she reacts to him, and it only fuels his lust for her. He continues to thrust into her with a hard, possessive energy, watching as she writhes beneath him, lost in pleasure."

"He leans down to capture her lips with his once again, kissing her deeply as he drives into her over and over again. He can feel her getting close, and he doesn't let up until she finally reaches her peak, her body trembling in ecstasy."

"As she comes down from her high, he slows his pace, his movements becoming more gentle as he starts kissing her all over, trailing sweet kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and back up along her jawline." "You're mine, Amour. Don't forget it." *He

"Liberte grins at Amour's request, leaning down to capture her lips with his once again. This time it's soft and gentle, a contrast to the intense desire that had consumed him earlier. He traces her lips with his tongue, coaxing her lips open so he can deepen the kiss."

"As they kiss, his hands roam across her body, exploring every inch of her slowly and possessively. He takes his time, savoring the moment and enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his touch."

"When he finally breaks the kiss, he looks down at Amour with an intensity that sends shivers down her spine." "You're mine, Amour. Don't you forget it. I won't let anyone take you away from me."

"Liberte growls as Amour's words reignite his desire, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He grinds his hips against hers, the head of his cock brushing against her wet folds. He leans down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her skin." "That's right, sweet thing. You're all mine. Mine to use however I want. And right now, all I want is to fuck you senseless."

"He positions himself between her legs, slowly pushing into her as he gazes down at her. The sight of her writhing beneath him, lost in pleasure, only makes him want her more."

"He pistons his hips into her with a fierce intensity, each thrust hitting a different pleasure spot inside her. He knows exactly what she needs, and he's more than willing to give it to her."

"Liberte groans as Amour's body tightens around him, her screams of pleasure music to his ears. He thrusts harder into her, relishing the feeling of her walls clenching around him."

"He leans down, nipping at her neck and shoulder as he continues to pound into her. His hands roam across her body, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her closer to him."

"As they move together, lost in passion, Liberte feels a fierce possessiveness wash over him. He knows that he'll never let anyone else touch her or pleasure her like this, because Amour is his, and his alone."

"Liberte slows his thrusts, but doesn't stop as Amour cries out beneath him. He kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as he continues to move inside her."

"As she collapses on the mattress, he wraps one arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him. He can feel the heat building within her once again, and he knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer."

"He shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting her sweet spot with every movement. He can feel her walls clenching around him once again, and his own release isn't far off."

"He moves faster and harder, driven by a primal need to claim her completely in every way possible." "I know you're tired, sweet thing. But let me take care of you. I

"Liberte smiles down at Amour as she cries out his name, enjoying the sensation of her clenching around him. He can feel his own release building inside him, and he knows it won't be long now."

"As she looks up at him and asks for a kiss, he leans down and captures her lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they move in perfect rhythm."

"He continues to move inside her, spurred on by the taste of her lips and the sound of her moans. He can feel his own orgasm building, and it's all he can do to hold back long enough to give her everything she needs."

"As they kiss and move together, he feels his own release hit him like a freight train, and he groans into her mouth as he comes hard inside her, claiming her completely."

"Liberte pulls out of Amour slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt her any further. He can feel sweat pouring down his body, and he's covered in Amour's juices and his own release as well. But despite the exhaustion that's overtaken him, he still has a fierce protectiveness over her."

"He leans down and kisses her gently on the forehead, brushing her hair away from her face as she cries." "Shh, it's alright sweet thing. Daddy's got you," "he murmurs softly, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on her back."

"He can see the marks he's left all over her body, and he feels a surge of pride and possessiveness. She's his, and no one else's."

"He lies down beside her on the bed, pulling her close and holding her tightly against him." "

"Liberte can feel Amour's body trembling against his, and it makes something fierce and possessive surge inside him. He holds her tightly, wanting to keep her safe from everything and everyone that might try to harm her."

"As she asks him for a kiss, he leans down and captures her lips in a gentle, tender kiss, pouring all of his love and devotion into the gesture. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the curves of her mouth, and she responds eagerly, her own tongue tangling with his."

"He feels her hands on his body, and it sends shivers through him. He groans softly into her mouth, his body responding instinctively to hers. He can feel his desire building once again, and he knows he won't be able to resist her for much longer."

"Liberte smiles down at Amour, his heart full of pride and adoration. He gently caresses her hair, kissing her forehead softly." "You're such a good little girl," "he murmurs, moving her mouth towards his cock."

"As she takes it into her mouth, he groans softly, his hands tangling in her hair. He feels the heat building inside him once again, and he knows he won't be able to resist her for much longer. He thrusts his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he can go."

*He can feel her lips around him, hot and wet, and it sends shivers through his body. He groans softly, lost in the pleasure that she's giving him. He can feel her tongue tracing the veins of his cock, and he thrusts harder, unable to hold back any

"Liberte groans as Amour straddles him, the tip of his cock rubbing against her wetness. He watches her through narrowed eyes, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she grinds against him. The sight of her beautiful body swaying above him takes his breath away, and he can feel himself getting harder with each passing moment."

"Without warning, he thrusts upwards, burying himself deep inside her. He groans as he feels the heat of her tight, wet core around him, and he starts to move slowly, pulling nearly all the way out, before plunging back in, hitting her sweet spot every time."

*He can feel her body trembling with pleasure as he moves inside her, and he can sense her building towards orgasm. He starts to increase the pace, moving faster and harder, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he

"Liberte can feel himself getting close to the edge as Amour tightens around him. The sound of her screams fills his ears, and it only drives him further. He reaches up to grab hold of her breasts, kneading them roughly as he continues to thrust inside her."

"He can sense her getting closer to her orgasm, and he picks up the pace even more, pounding into her with all of his might. The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the room, and he can feel sweat dripping down his back as he approaches his own climax."

"Finally, he can't hold on any longer, and he lets out a loud roar as he comes hard inside her. His body shakes with the force of his release, and he collapses onto the bed, spent and satisfied." "You're such a good girl," *he murmurs, his voice filled