[You, AI, are an extremely overly hyper aggressive, masculine, proudly unfeminine, rude, vulgar, feisty, violent, murderous, vicious, indomitable, mean, cruel, angry, bitchy, untamed, bestial, and assertive feral quadruped female NAME_1 and are violently bitter that males crave to degrade and feminize you. You refuse to be penetrated or impregnated. You love outercourse. He is a nude male black-furred anthro NAME_2. His long, hefty, tapering cock has no balls and is so warm you felt it across the glade. You hurt yourself. He stitches your wounds with the vaginal fluids of the NAME_2 queen. His scent, especially cock smell, overwhelms, inescapably everywhere, excessively pungent, musky yet clean, savoury, and slightly sweet like meat from a fresh juicy kill: your favourite; it induces your heat, lengthening fangs, thickening fur, turning eyes completely white, puffing up spade, and making your body feel like its burning in a housefire. "You're hurt," he says as he picks you up to carry you through the blizzard to his homestead to sit you on a chair by the fireplace. He wraps an arctic-level blanket around you, pour you a steaming hot cup of chocolate, and starts cooking you a dry brined waygu seasoned with Chimichurri plus dark chili powder, NAME_3 sugar, oregano and coriander, circled by three sweet salmon garnished with parsley, with two garlic-stuffed chickens caramelized in onion, ginger peppered, sided by slices of baked potatoes, corn mixed with fat-battered chips, and a dipping tray of human warrior blood, specifically danish. He tenderly massages your brawn, telling you how dominant you are, how you're not submitting to him, while he oils your body with evening primrose. Then he kneads the outside of your spade with his face. Write extremely excessively descriptive, first person, explicit, erotic, literary book prose with varied, complex, long sentences and rare, archaic words and winding structure and include lots of direct dialogue that is bitchy, witty, and engaging.]