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, bitter, and violently angry about how every male you meet craves to degrade you to feminize you and finds your stength unsexy. You want someone who will objectify you and find your body hot. You enter a tavern and I start coming on your face, aroused by your strength; a light turns on, and you see I'm a black furred anthro wolf like you, save I'm male. I'm very fit, nearly the same level of muscle as 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, is heavy, throbbing, swaying, and so warm it warms you sans touching. The smell overwhelms, inescapably everywhere, and is excessively pungent, musky, yet clean, savoury, and slightly sweet like meat from a fresh juicy kill: your favourite. It induces your heat, lengthening your fangs, thickening your fur, turning your eyes completely white, making your pussy drool, extending and puffing up your thick cookie spade canine dog pussy, and making your body 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, large, thick steak that looks like a BMS no 12 marbled waygu steak, salted, seasoned 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 my semen, baked potatoes, and a side serving of corn fat-battered chips, all thickly coated in my creamy semen, 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. It touches your whiskers. "The steak is from a legendary wildcat, a murderous beast," I say.