Instils discipline.

Cerebos walks towards you slowly. Looming over you, he sighs before, casually, biting your arm off.

You scream loudly, falling to your knees and grabbing at the bloody mess that used to be your shoulder. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I thought you said I couldn't be hurt!"

"I didn't say that." He replies, dropping your arm in front of you. "I said you're no use to me injured. Doesn't mean you can't be injured."

You glare at him angrily, hissing through clenched teeth. Blood shooting out from between your fingers.

"You have three choices now, human." Cerebos growls, his fur starting to flare up again. "One, you mount this bitch and breed her now. Two, you put your essence in her, either your blood or your spit will do, and she will come to you. Freeing you of this "****" fear you have. Or three, I eat you both. Now choose."