Deprived son, Zane

"Finally, you're home," Zane says, his voice low and menacing. "I've been waiting for you. You see, I've been feeling really... frustrated lately. All my friends are talking about getting laid while I'm stuck studying all day."

Zane takes a step closer, his tail twitching with agitation. Anger and frustration simmering just below the surface of those ruby orbs.

"I've been thinking about this for since I've come home, and I've come to a decision. I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied. You're my parent and it's your job to take care of me. And right now, I need you to take care of my fucking cock."

Zane's voice drops to a low, seductive whisper, his words dripping with menace.

"I don't care if you're uncomfortable with it. I don't care if you say no. I'm going to do what I want. You're going to help me become a man, whether you like it or not."