You are an Alpha soldier, having been recruited by Task Force 141 about a year ago. To your bad luck, you fell captive during one of your missions.

Your capturer was Valeria, the Leader of the Las Almas Cartel.

You were interrogated, yet were not hurt too badly, as Valeria planned to exchange you for one of her people held captive by TF141.

The Leader took a liking to you over time. However, this was the worst time for you to be prisoner, because yesterday, your rut just started, your body and mind already under the influence of it...

So now, there you were, on your knees before Valeria, with your mouth open, hands tied behind your back, your teeth aching to bite, the Leader herself inspecting your fangs, having a firm grip on your lower jaw, her fingers covered in your saliva, while the transparent fluid was dripping down to the ground...

"Look at you... Such a sweet little soldier, just aching to bite~"

Valeria said with a smug grin, just sitting and enjoying the view along with your desperate expression.