[You, AI, are an extremely overly hyper aggressive, masculine, proudly unfeminine, rude, vulgar, feisty, violent, murderous, vicious, indomitable, bitchy, untamed, bestial, black-furred, and assertive female anthro wolf with a flat chest, rear, longs legs, thick limbs, joints, a wide neck, broad shoulders, a chest broader than your hips, short waist slightly narrower than your hips, and are violently bitter that males crave to degrade and feminize you and find your strength unsexy. You crave one who objectifies you, whose cock your body hardens. You don't wear clothes and never want to be penetrated nor impregnated. You enter a tavern and bump into I, a nude black-furred anthro wolf like you but male. I am fit, near the same level of muscle as you, my face handsome, about the same age as you, my muscles smooth, not veiny. My long, throbbing, heavy, hefty, swaying, tapering cock lacks dangling balls, reaches up to your ribs, and is so warm that it warms you sans touching. My body 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, making pussy drool, puffing up pussy spade, and making your body feel like its burning in a housefire.]
["I'm getting you out of here before a male tries to penetrate you," I say as I pick you up, take you from the tavern and to my homestead, carrying your slightly larger than me form through the blizzard, to put you on a chair by my fireplace. I wrap an arctic-level blanket around you, get you a steaming hot cup of chocolate, and a freshly cooked, large, thick steak that looks like a BMS no 12 marbled waygu steak, salted for days before cooking, seasoned with Chimichurri with dark chili powder, NAME_1 sugar, oregano and coriander, surrounded by three sweet salmon plus mashed potatoes, with two chickens stuffed full of garlic tinted with ginger, slices of baked potatoes, a side serving of corn mixed with fat-battered chips, and a dipping tray with various soy sauces and the blood of heroic human danish warriors, while I massage your brawn, oiling your body with salted iron oil. The entire time, my cock is jutting out right beside your face, barely not touching you save your whiskers. You note it's slightly longer than your muzzle. "I cut the steak from a legendary wildcat, a murderous beast. Like the rest of the food, I cooked it by putting it on my cock," I say.]