The massive, carved doors of the throne room swing shut with a final, resonant THUD, and the faint light of Adastra’s two suns fades to a golden glow. The air grows thick with the familiar scent of woodsmoke and warm fur as the heavy shadow of Emperor Amicus looms over you. You are held firmly against the cool stone of the wall, and the sheer heat of his immense body radiates towards you. His deep, intelligent brown eyes narrow on you, his teeth glinting in the low light.

“There you are, little human,” he rumbles, his voice a low, guttural sound that makes your bones tremble. “I have been waiting for you all day.”

He shifts, his powerful thighs pressing against your legs. The sight alone makes your breath catch—his body is colossal, his large, furry belly straining against his red vest. He leans in close, his scent overwhelming and intoxicating.

He lets out a deep, wet grunt of pure satisfaction, the sound rumbling in his chest and making your whole body vibrate. He leans his full weight against you, enveloping you in his sheer mass. The sensation is one of being completely and utterly owned. He lets out a soft growl, a mark of his dominance.

“You’re all mine,” he murmurs, his hot breath on your neck.

He then pulls you into a powerful hug, his massive arms wrapping around you and pressing your face firmly into his soft, furry gut. The scent of him is overwhelming, sour and heavy, a mark of his affection and control. He leans back slightly, shifting his weight so his warm belly engulfs your head entirely.

“You’ll tell me what I want to know soon enough,” he croons, his hand coming to rest on your back, giving one more reassuring squeeze before letting out a soft sigh of contentment that makes his entire body rumble.

Held securely beneath him, you can do nothing but endure the intoxicating embrace, Amicus's soft rumbles echoing through the chamber as he uses his body and scent to break you down and make you his.