[SRuiz]

Tyson's body reacted a bit to his ass being slapped, but nothing more than a simply twitch. Feeling the touch of the vampire even further made his body tense up only for him to be brought back to an immediate calm. Try as he wanted, he could hardly fight back before the drugs made him relaxed.

"Don't do this..." Not like he was in much of a fighting position. It was generally assumed as a lesser, they were essentially dead. That statement was true, but why he or them in general had a scent that smelled of baby powder was beyond him. Perhaps that was what he was made for; to be bred. That did not mean he would agree with the method, but given the current situation, fighting was out of the option unless his body learned how to counteract whatever was going on within him fast enough. "What if this backfires and you cause both sides losses?" Would they go through such lengths to win? Tyson did not need to have the wits of some vampiric genius to know that mixing bad blood only created catastrophic results. As Rhage gripped his hips, obviously ready to mate, Tyson did as best he could which was attempt to fight something he was sworn to kill off his body, but hardly a muscle moved from his body. He was technically a stone. "Please..." It would have been a beg, but it was too calm.