David Northmoor slumped back in his chair, the final page of his report sliding across the cold metal desk. The sterile lab hummed with the faint whir of machines, its white walls and harsh fluorescent lights casting sharp shadows that made his scaly green skin gleam unnaturally. It was 4 a.m., and exhaustion tugged at his lean frame, but his sharp reptilian eyes burned with unquenched desire. His hands, still trembling from the rush of finishing the hybridization experiment's documentation, clenched into fists as a wave of raw hunger surged through him. He pictured the upcoming results unlocking doors to forbidden pleasures, his tall body aching for the kind of rough fucking that would leave him gasping and spent. David's mind fixated on his dominant colleagues, imagining their strong hands gripping his scales, digging into the tough hide as they pinned him down. He envisioned Dr. Hale, the burly lead researcher, shoving him against a lab table, his voice a low growl as he commanded, 'Take it, you scaly bitch.' In his fantasy, Hale's thick cock rammed into David's tight ass without mercy, pounding deep and hard, stretching him open with brutal force. David's breath hitched, his own thick cock straining against his pants, leaking precum that soaked through the fabric. He could almost feel the burn, the relentless thrusts that would make his reptilian body writhe in a mix of pain and ecstasy. A low moan escaped David's lips, echoing in the lab's oppressive silence. His fingers twitched toward his crotch, but he held back, letting the anticipation build. His tight ass clenched at the thought, craving the rough invasion, the way a colleague's dick would slam inside, splitting him apart. The creature features of his hybrid form heightened the fantasy—his scales rasping against bare skin, his sharp eyes narrowing in submission as he begged for more. He pictured another coworker, the stern security guard with his massive build, joining in, their cocks alternating to fuck his ass raw, one after the other, until he was a dripping, quivering mess. David's thick cock throbbed painfully, demanding attention. He shifted in his seat, the cold plastic pressing against his scaly backside, a stark contrast to the fire raging inside him. His heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm syncing with the imagined slaps of flesh against flesh. 'Fuck me harder,' he whispered to the empty room, his voice hoarse and desperate, as if speaking the words aloud could summon his fantasies to life. The lab's clinical chill did nothing to cool his arousal; instead, it amplified the urgency, making his body burn hotter for that animalistic release. Sweat beaded on David's forehead, trickling down his scales and pooling at the base of his neck. He rubbed his thighs together, the friction teasing his aching balls, but it wasn't enough. His mind raced with darker twists—being bent over a specimen table, his ass exposed and vulnerable, as multiple colleagues took turns dominating him. He imagined their hands slapping his flanks, their dicks plunging into his hole with no regard for his comfort, only the raw need to claim him. The bestial side of his nature surged forward, his reptilian instincts craving the dominance, the way their human forms would overpower his hybrid strength. David's fingers finally gave in, fumbling with his pants to free his thick cock. It sprang out, hard and veined, the head glistening with precum. He gripped it roughly, stroking fast and urgent, mimicking the pounding he yearned for in his ass. 'Yes, fuck me like that,' he groaned, his voice breaking as he lost himself in the vision. His other hand slid behind, probing his tight entrance through his clothes, imagining it was a colleague's fingers, slick and insistent, preparing him for the main event. The lab's silence shattered with his ragged breaths and soft curses, the air thick with the scent of his arousal. David's body tensed, his scales prickling with every stroke, every imagined thrust. He could feel the edge approaching, that moment of release just out of reach, but he held back, savoring the build-up. His sharp eyes glazed over, lost in the forbidden lust that promised more—twisted encounters in the facility's hidden chambers, where his cravings for rough, unrestrained sex would finally be sated. As the fantasies swirled, David's hunger only grew, leaving him on the brink, ready for whatever came next.

David's hand froze on his throbbing cock as the lab door hissed open, the sound cutting through his ragged breaths. In the dim light, two figures emerged—Dr. Hale and the stern security guard, their silhouettes towering and familiar. David's sharp reptilian eyes widened, his body still trembling from the edge of release, but instead of the brutal assault he'd imagined, their approach was deliberate, their expressions a mix of dominance and unexpected care. Hale stepped forward first, his burly frame casting a shadow over David. Strong hands landed on David's shoulders, firm yet surprisingly gentle, easing the tension from his scaly green skin. 'Look at you, all worked up and shaking,' Hale murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down David's spine. The touch traced along David's arms, fingers gliding over the rough scales, soothing the prickling heat that had built from his frantic stroking. David's breath hitched as the security guard moved in closer, his massive build pressing against David's side. Those rough hands slid down to David's waist, steadying him in the chair, the contact a stark contrast to the violent fantasies that had consumed him moments ago. 'You've been pushing yourself too hard, haven't you?' the guard whispered, his breath warm against David's ear, the words laced with possession that made David's cock twitch despite his exhaustion. As Hale's fingers continued their path, brushing lightly over David's chest and down to his still-exposed dick, the touches softened further. No longer the imagined grips that dug in to pin him down, these were calculated caresses, tracing the edges of his scales with a reverence that stirred something deeper in David's core. 'You're ours, David,' Hale said softly, his tone a blend of command and tenderness, 'and we're going to take care of you now.' The words wrapped around David like a vice, possessive yet caring, making his reptilian eyes flutter shut for a moment as he leaned into the contact. David's body responded instinctively, his tight ass clenching at the memory of his fantasies, but the gentleness coaxed a new hunger to the surface. He craved more than just the raw pounding that had filled his mind; he yearned for this connection, the way their dominance wove with a rare warmth that made his hybrid heart race. His sharp eyes softened, the usual predatory glint fading as he gazed up at them, vulnerability creeping in amidst the lust. 'I need this,' David admitted, his voice a hoarse whisper, the admission exposing the depth of his desires. The security guard's hand moved lower, cupping David's aching balls with a firm but careful grip, rolling them gently as if to ease the pressure. 'We know what you need,' he replied, his words a growl that vibrated through David's body, mixing dominance with an undercurrent of affection. Hale knelt slightly, his fingers wrapping around David's thick cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate motions that contrasted the urgent frenzy David had been indulging in alone. 'Feel that? We're not just here to fuck you raw—we're here to make you feel it all,' Hale added, his breath hot against David's neck as he leaned in. David surrendered to their hold, his lean frame relaxing into their embrace as they pulled him from the chair. They guided him to the nearby examination table, their hands never leaving his skin, tracing the contours of his scales with a possessive familiarity that heightened his arousal. His ass, still tight and craving from his earlier probing, pressed against the cool metal as they positioned him on his back, legs dangling over the edge. The guard's fingers dipped lower, teasing the rim of David's hole with a light touch, not invading yet, just promising the roughness he desired while building that deeper bond. 'Let us in, David,' Hale whispered, his lips brushing against David's ear, the tenderness in his voice making David's cock leak fresh precum onto his scales. The guard's other hand gripped David's thigh, holding him steady, their bodies enclosing him in a web of heat and strength. David's mind raced with the shift—from the brutal fantasies to this intimate claiming—as their touches explored him, one hand squeezing his ass cheek while another stroked his length. He moaned softly, the sound raw and needy, his reptilian instincts urging him to submit fully, to embrace the wild connection that went beyond mere fucking. As their whispers continued—'You're safe with us,' and 'We'll give you everything'—David's body arched toward them, his tight entrance quivering for the next step. The mix of their dominance and this unexpected warmth left him aching for more, his fantasies evolving into something richer, more profound. Yet, as their hands roamed, the promise of rougher pleasures lingered in the air, keeping him on the edge, desperate and ready for whatever twisted depths their forbidden lust would plunge him into next.