2 Primal instinct

The scent of iron and wet fur filled the air as Zen stood over the lifeless bodies of a wolf and a axolotl. He wiped his bloodstained hands on his pants, a newfound hunger satisfied within him. The taste of raw meat lingered on his tongue, the metallic tang of blood still present in his mouth. His senses sharpened; he could smell the scientists observing him from behind the one-way glass.

"Did you observe that?" Dr. Jonah asked his colleagues, excitedly scribbling down notes. "His canines have become more pronounced, and his sense of smell has improved significantly."

"Indeed," another scientist chimed in. "And his healing abilities after consuming the axolotl are truly astonishing Did you see the way he healed after the wolf bit him".

Zen flexed his fingers experimentally, feeling the tingling sensation of his wounds stitching themselves together. The pain was there, but it faded quickly as his body healed.

"Let's see how he fares against something more... challenging," Dr. Jonah said with a sinister smile. The doors to the testing chamber opened, revealing a pack of snarling, bloodthirsty wolves.

"Are you serious?" Zen muttered under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and exhilaration at the prospect of facing these beasts.

"Remember, Zen," Dr. Jonah's voice echoed through the speakers. "If you want to survive, you'll have to unleash your full potential."

The room pulsed with an unsettling energy as Zen faced the snarling pack of wolves. His heart raced, a mix of trepidation and exhilaration flooding through him. He could smell their hunger, their need to rip into his flesh.

"Begin," Dr. Jonah's voice echoed through the sterile chamber.

"Let's see what you've got," Zen whispered, bracing himself for the attack. The first wolf lunged, its teeth bared and eyes fixed on him.

Zen roared meeting the beast head-on. Their fangs clashed, blood and saliva flying in all directions. The pain from the initial bites stung, but his healing ability quickly mended the wounds.

"Amazing," one scientist murmured, staring at Zen's regenerating skin.

"Focus, Zen," he told himself, dodging another attacker. The thrill of battle coursed through his veins, driving him forward. With each slash of his claws and sinking of his teeth, the wolves fell, their bodies piling up around him.

"Keep going, Zen! Show them your power!" Dr. Jonah's voice spurred him on, despite the unease that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

"Is this really me?" Zen wondered as he tore into yet another wolf. "Am I just a weapon for their experiments?"

"Stop thinking, just fight!" he scolded himself, shaking off the distractions. As the last wolf crumbled beneath his onslaught, Zen's chest heaved, sweat dripping down his face.

"Excellent work, Zen," Dr. Jonah praised him, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "You're adapting faster than we ever anticipated."

"Adapting? Is that what you call this?" Zen thought bitterly, struggling to reconcile the monster he was becoming. But there was no denying the excitement that still coursed through his body, the primal urge to conquer and survive.

"Clean him up," Dr. Jonah ordered, his attention shifting to the next phase of his twisted experiments. "We have more tests to run."

"Tests," Zen spat the word like venom as a female scientist approached him cautiously. Despite the anger boiling within him, he couldn't deny the intoxicating feeling of power that had awakened inside him. Whether he liked it or not, this was who he was now – a creature forged by their twisted science, forever bound to the darkness.

"Come with me, Zen," the female scientist said softly, her eyes darting away from his bloodied form. She guided him through the sterile white hallways of the facility towards the designated shower area. Zen couldn't help but notice her lab coat hugged her body in a way that accentuated her curves. The scent of her perfume mixed with something else – something carnal – filled his nostrils.

"Is everything okay?" Zen asked, concern laced with curiosity as he picked up on her arousal.

"I'm fine," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. Her cheeks flushed pink, betraying her true feelings. As they reached the shower room, she locked the door behind them and turned to face him. "You were incredible back there," she confessed, her eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and lust.

"Thank you," Zen muttered, unsure how to respond to her forwardness. He turned on the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over his body, washing away the blood and grime from his battle. The scientist's gaze never left him, her eyes drinking in his muscular frame hungrily.

"Your powers are amazing," she whispered, stepping closer to him. "I've never seen anything like it." She reached out to touch his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his well-defined muscles. "It's so...exciting."

"Are you sure about this?" Zen asked, his instincts telling him to proceed with caution. But as her hand moved lower, his body betrayed him, desire taking root within him.

"Please, let me show you my appreciation for what you've done," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. Without waiting for an answer, she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. Zen gasped at the sudden sensation, his hands gripping her hair as she pleasured him.

"Y-you don't have to do this," he managed to say, his voice strained.

"I want to, Zen" she replied, her eyes smoldering with lust as she continued her ministrations. Zen's mind raced, torn between the pleasure of the moment and the knowledge that he was being used by these people for their own twisted purposes. In the end, however, his body won out, and he succumbed to the raw, primal urges that had been ignited within him.

"Be rough with me," the scientist pleaded, her eyes locked with Zen's. "I can take it."

Zen hesitated, his body quivering with need but his mind still reeling from the chaos he'd just endured. His sharpened instincts screamed that something was amiss, yet the temptation to lose himself in such primal desire was undeniable.

"Are you certain?" he asked, a growl in his voice that seemed foreign to his own ears. The scientist nodded eagerly, her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing betraying her arousal.

"Please, Zen... I've never felt like this before," she whispered. Her words were like fuel to the fire raging within him, and he found himself granting her request, his hands gripping her head firmly as he gave in to their shared lust.

As they continued to lose themselves in each other, Zen's thoughts began to fade, replaced by the intensity of the moment. But just as he reached the peak of pleasure, a deafening crash shattered the air around them.

"ZEN!" Jane's furious voice boomed through the splintered doorway, her eyes blazing with rage and possessiveness. In one swift movement, she aimed her eyes at the scientist, a deadly laser beam slicing through the air and cutting the woman in half before either she or Zen could react.

"Come with me, now!" Jane snarled, grabbing Zen's arm and yanking him away from the carnage. As they hurried back to their room, Zen struggled to process the whirlwind of emotions flooding his mind – anger, fear, confusion, but most overpowering of all, an unsettling sense of familiarity with the madness that had unfolded.

"Jane, why did you do that?" he demanded Getting mad at getting interrupted Right when he was about to cum.

"She was nothing!" Jane spat, her eyes wild with obsession. "She meant nothing to either of us, Zen! You belong with me – only me!"

"You're my sister Jane!" I don't belong to you we are family Zen said.

"We will see about that" Jane said with anger Well opening the door to their room and throwing Zen on the bed.