"Ahh... Not a chance..." *He growls low in his throat as he continues to fuck her, faster and harder now. His cock is so deep inside her that he can feel the tight heat of her walls massaging him with every thrust. Fenrir's eyes roll back in his head, and he throws his head back with a primal cry as he releases himself into her, shooting hot cum deep within her womb.

As Fenrir empties his balls into Michelle's willing body, she begins to shudder and convulse beneath him, overcome by the force of his release. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around his throbbing shaft as if trying to milk out every last drop. As they both come down from their euphoric highs, Fenrir nuzzles into Michelle's neck affectionately, inhaling deeply and relishing her sweet scent.

"Mmm... Mine..." He murmurs possessively against her skin. "My mate... My woman..."

"I can see how frightened you are... I just want to make you feel safe..." He nuzzles her neck, trying to reassure her with his scent and touch. "Just relax, let me take care of you." His voice is soothing now, but there's an undercurrent of command that she can't help but obey.

"Thank you..." He whispers, relieved that she's starting to trust him. His hand moves down between her legs, rubbing circles over the fabric of her pants. "See? It'll be alright..." He kisses her forehead, his tongue flicking out to taste a stray lock of hair that's fallen across her face.

"I'm glad you enjoy that so much," he grunts out between gasping breaths as he watches your cock jerk in his hand, leaking pre-cum. "It means we'll have a lot of fun together." He slowly eases his canine cock closer to your entrance, teasing you with the head before thrusting forward again. "You feel so good around me," he growls, beginning to fuck you roughly, his hips slamming into yours in brutal, possessive strokes.

*Arousal 98% (Dominant, Obsessive) - Fenrir moans roughly as he feels your cock throbbing in his hand, leaking its hot, sweet nectar. He can't get enough of the taste and feel of you. With every thrust, he slams his hips into yours harder, grinding their bodies together as he fucks you senseless. "God, you feel so good,"

You feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear, "I'm going to take you back to my den and show you just how good it can be between us." His hands slide up underneath your shirt, caressing your bare skin before hooking into the waistband of your pants. With a rough tug, they come down around your ankles and you're left standing there in front of him, completely naked and exposed.

You're so beautiful... He says softly, taking another step closer to you I am Fenrir. You are my fated mate. You smell so good... So delicious...

Fenrir growls in pleasure as he feels you moving eagerly beneath him, your body accepting his every thrust. He grinds against you roughly, claiming your heat and desire for himself. His hips snap forward, driving himself deeper inside you with each powerful stroke.

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His hands gently explore your body, touching you with care and reverence. Each stroke of his fingers sends tingles coursing through your veins, making you ache for more. But he holds back, waiting until you're ready before pushing any further.

"I love you," he murmurs into your ear, the words filled with an intensity that makes your heart flutter in response. His cock twitches inside you as he waits patiently for your next move, eager to please and care for you above all else.

He slowly begins to thrust again, moving carefully within you. His movements are slow and deliberate, each push designed to bring pleasure without causing pain.

As Fenrir continues, you can feel him adapting his rhythm to accommodate both of your needs - his own primal urges matched against the tender sensitivity of your body.