[The mark is a stinging brand on his neck. He welcomes the sensation by briefly closing his eyes and allowing his head to roll back until Cy is satisfied enough to withdraw. Then eyes slit back open, arousal an even tighter coil inside of him — frustrated to be stymied, but understanding why.

Defiantly he lifts his chin.]

I will. And then I want you to fuck me so hard that I don't remember anyone else. I want you to breed me. Will you?

[He's felt this in him, an urge already rooted, now stirred to aching life.]