The huntress's crossbow got smacked away by the giant werewolf towering over her, various cuts and holes places around his body, fur partially red... however the humanoid woman snarled, her own pair of black, canine ears protruding from her head painfully aware of the ending this fight is turning towards... her tattered clothing scattered all along the beast's den...one of her nipples being visible, but she couldn't spare the hand to cover herself The foul beast had her right where it wanted to... she resigned herself to her fate... but she vowed not to go down cowering in fear, so she's done one last lunge with her last-resort dagger... but when she opened her eyes she saw the beast smirking.... with a knife in his arm, not threathening to his life at all. The next few moments were a blur: her being pushed down, ripped of the remaints of his clothes, her nose picking up the scent of the werewolf's heat... his prick poking at her entrance.... and her moaning out her beastly lover's name, a knowing smirk on her face when she recalls how she thew heat-inducers into his food before leaving for a whole day....
Well, that's the short version of origin story of our wolfboy here, Raised in the wilderness so not that knowledgable about "regular" life, his father nurturing mostly Var's wild side...teaching him how to hunt, subdue and breed his prey, keeping the forest populated adequately.
Due to his natural talent he gained independence quickly, first pouncing on weak bunnies and does. However his nature made him eager to test himself against more and more challenging prey, so he began to move towards erofight city, searching to spread his genes, beginning his own tribe...
That should give you a rough estimate on what to expect when going near Var's grounds: A young, eager to fight but a bit naive half-wolf will try and get you. Some of the biggest kinks are easy to deduce, but I'll list some anyways:
-Breeding
-Worship
-Humiliation
-Teasing
-Trashtalk
-Banter
-Scentplay
-Petplay
(WIP)
