This is what it's about, he reminds himself feverishly as he thrusts into her over and over, her body incredibly hot and still so tight it's almost too hard to shove his way in. Dominance. An act of strength to overpower the weaker creature, in this case the raptor beta Blue, who never did seem to understand where she really fit into the hierarchy around here. She submits to Owen. And Owen worked for Hoskins. She's beneath him, and always has been.
He can do whatever he wants. These are his projects, his careful plans. If her body has already accepted the hybrid implantation, then excellent, he'll get exactly what he was aiming for. And if not... her offspring might have DNA skewed toward the human side, but he'll get his hybrids one way or the other. Sooner or later, maternal instinct will kick in, and she'll stop fighting so much as long as the infant is well taken care of. And why wouldn't it be?
There she goes: the fight is finally draining out of her, and it's a lot easier once she's not thrashing against the chains and his hands gripping her hips, jerking her down every time he pushes in, breathing heavily with the exertion of proving his superiority. Her tears and her cries don't matter; sooner or later, she'll get over it, accept her place in the food chain. It's almost fitting that they're surrounded by the claw marks and scraped metal of the one hybrid who never managed to learn that lesson.
He looks down at Blue, her skin flushed by her anger, her body gripping him so tight -- with eager grunts, Hoskins thrusts in hard once, twice, three times -- he groans as he reaches his climax inside her, hips jerking until he's spent. Dizzy with satisfaction and the chills of adrenaline fading away, he climbs off of her and fixes himself up, looking down at her now with smug derision.
"There's a good girl," he snorts, and before he leaves, he can't resist sneering, "You ever do that for your 'alpha'?"
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He can do whatever he wants. These are his projects, his careful plans. If her body has already accepted the hybrid implantation, then excellent, he'll get exactly what he was aiming for. And if not... her offspring might have DNA skewed toward the human side, but he'll get his hybrids one way or the other. Sooner or later, maternal instinct will kick in, and she'll stop fighting so much as long as the infant is well taken care of. And why wouldn't it be?
There she goes: the fight is finally draining out of her, and it's a lot easier once she's not thrashing against the chains and his hands gripping her hips, jerking her down every time he pushes in, breathing heavily with the exertion of proving his superiority. Her tears and her cries don't matter; sooner or later, she'll get over it, accept her place in the food chain. It's almost fitting that they're surrounded by the claw marks and scraped metal of the one hybrid who never managed to learn that lesson.
He looks down at Blue, her skin flushed by her anger, her body gripping him so tight -- with eager grunts, Hoskins thrusts in hard once, twice, three times -- he groans as he reaches his climax inside her, hips jerking until he's spent. Dizzy with satisfaction and the chills of adrenaline fading away, he climbs off of her and fixes himself up, looking down at her now with smug derision.
"There's a good girl," he snorts, and before he leaves, he can't resist sneering, "You ever do that for your 'alpha'?"