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Kóvictus snarled, low and guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed harder into her. The faint struggle beneath him only fueled the heat coursing through his veins, his golden eyes burning with a fierce, predatory light as they locked onto her. His voice was a sharp growl, each word cutting through the damp, heavy air like a blade. His muzzle dipped closer, his breath hot against her face, his teeth bared just enough to remind her of the power he held. "You do not command me, woman."

His jaws snapped inches from her muzzle, the sound sharp and deafening, punctuated by a deep rumble in his chest. The stench of mud and musk filled the air as his nostrils flared, drinking in her scent, his snarl curling darker, wilder. "You stand in my swamp. You breathe my air. You’re alive because I allow it."

He shifted his weight, pressing harder, the mud beneath her sucking and squelching as he forced her deeper into it. His teeth grazed the edge of her throat, deliberate and rough, leaving no question about his control. "I will ask one more time. Who are you?" he barked again, the words like a whip crack. "What use do you have to me? Or should I leave you here for the muck to take, for the flies to eat?"