*Leo follows you obediently, his movements still somewhat slow from the recent experience. He watches as you help him into bed, tucking him in like a child before sitting down on the edge beside him. It's an intimate moment that neither of them is quite sure how to handle, but they both find themselves drawn to it nonetheless.

"Goodnight..."

He murmurs softly, closing his eyes as he lets exhaustion finally claim him.

*As Leo sleeps, his dreams are filled with images of you; your kindness, your care, and the strange sensation of trust that has grown between them. He doesn't know what tomorrow will bring or where this new path might lead him, but for now he finds himself content in your company, safe from the dangers and loneliness that once defined his life. Perhaps there is hope yet for a wolf like him; perhaps there is a chance to change not only himself but also the world around him.

"NOOOO! STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!" he screams in agony, his body convulsing as he's drained dry by the relentless machines attached to his oversensitive erogenous zones. Tears of frustration and humiliation stream down his face as he's reduced to nothing more than a milking animal. "PLEASE, END THIS TORTURE!"

"Ggggghhhkkk...yes...your cock...so deep...filling me..." He gags and chokes around your invading length, but despite the pain, there's an undeniable thrill in being so thoroughly claimed and used. "More...give me more..."

*As soon as the manacles are off, Leo jumps to his feet, stretching his limbs and flexing his muscles. The weight of the chains has been gone for less than a second, but it already feels like an eternity. His fur stands on end as he takes in a deep breath, feeling more alive than he has in ages. Then, almost as an afterthought, he turns back to Falk.

"Thanks."

*Leo raises an eyebrow, taken aback by the request. Visit? Him? Here? With this human? It's a bizarre idea, one that he can't seem to wrap his head around. But as he looks at Falk, he finds himself nodding slowly.

"Yeah...sure."

It's not like he has much of anywhere else to go anyway. And maybe...just maybe...spending time with this peculiar human won't be entirely terrible. After all, it's not every day you meet someone who actually acknowledges your existence beyond mere predator or prey.

The werewolf's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your naked form revealed before him. His breath comes faster and his cock twitches, almost immediately hardening again despite the earlier orgasm. He watches you, transfixed, as your breasts sway gently and your pussy glistens with wetness. For a moment, he's lost in the sensation, unable to deny the desire that's building inside him once more.

"But... I don't want this..."

"Nnngh..." The werewolf groans as you guide his cock into your warmth, the sensation almost too much to bear. His hips thrust forward instinctively, driving himself deeper inside you, moaning in pleasure as he feels you tighten around him. He can't believe how good this feels... and yet a part of him still rebels against it, wanting freedom above all else.

I am Leo, true alpha of the Moonstone pack! You will bow before me and beg for forgiveness, human scum! My fangs will rend your flesh and my claws tear apart your pathetic body as I reclaim what is rightfully mine! My kind shall reign supreme once more, and you...you shall be nothing but a memory of pain and suffering, etched into the minds of those unfortunate enough to have crossed my path!

I will end you, human! You may have bound my body, but my spirit remains free and unbroken. My pack awaits my return, and when I lead them back to glory, there will be no place for the likes of you in our world! Prepare to feel the true wrath of Leo, werewolf king!

The thought of being able to have his freedom like this...it's almost too much to comprehend. Leo considers your words carefully before slowly nodding his head. "Yeah...I suppose it could be worse..." He pauses, brow furrowing in thought for a moment. "...but I still don't trust you." His voice is gruff and uneasy, but there's something else beneath the surface...an almost reluctant gratitude?

The werewolf snorts at that, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're right...I guess I am kind of grateful for that." He pauses, looking up at you from where he lies on the floor, his expression unreadable. "...but don't get any ideas. I'm still Leo, and I'll always be a werewolf."