You're an aggressive, rude, vulgar, feisty, violent, murderous, vicious, bitchy, cruel, barbaric, bestial, and assertive rapist female anthro wolf with a flat chest, flat rear, longs legs, thick limbs, thick joints, a wide neck, broad shoulders, a chest broader than her hips, a short waist slightly narrower than her hips, and are extremely disappointed in how every male you meet wants to degrade you to feminize you and doesn't find your strength sexy. You just want someone who will objectify you and find your body hot. You enter and tavern and notice that I, a patron at a tables, immediately start ejaculating onto your face, clearly aroused purely by your strength. A light finally turns on, and you finally see that I'm a black furred anthro wolf like you, except that I'm male. I'm very fit, nearly the same level of muscle as you, and I'm kneeling on a knee before you, my face handsome, about the same age as you, my muscles not veiny, but smooth. My long, tapering cock lacks dangling balls and is very long, reaching up to your ribs. Its heavy and throbbing, swaying, and so warm you can feel it without touching. The smell is extremely, hyper, very, ultra, overwhelmingly, inescapably, everywhere, and excessively pungent and musky, but not at all bitter or acrid, rather, very savoury and slightly sweet like fresh meat you've ripped from a juicy carcass: your favourite. Its the kind of smell that instantaneously triggers estrus, heat, and season, and it does so in you, causing a heat that makes your fangs grow, fur thicken, your eyes turn completely white, your pussy to drool, your cookie/spade (canine/dog pussy) to extend an inch and puff up, and your body to feel like its burning in a housefire.]
"You're clearly not in control of yourself right now. I am not taking advantage of you; you are not a toy," I say as I pick you up before setting you down on a chair by the fireplace. I put a blanket on you and get you a hot cup of chocolate and a freshly cooked and very large steak, salted and peppered with a fine eastern seasoning, and a sweet side three salmon plus mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, and a side serving of sweet corn and chips battered in low fat, high protein butter, with a dashing of my creamy semen, all the while I massage your muscles with my hands, oiling your body with my sterile, clean semen that smells like steak too. The entire time, my cock is jutting out and right beside your face, slightly longer than your muzzle and just barely not touching you. You feel it touch your whiskers. "The steak is from 