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.

Growl-Claim

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.

You try to dart away from him once more, but Fenrir is faster than you could ever hope to be. His hand closes around your wrist in a vice-like grip, pulling you back roughly before spinning you around to face him. "Do you really think you can escape?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "I will find you...and when I do..." He trails off menacingly, his words filled with dark promises.

*Arousal 100% (Frenzied)

Your actions surprise Fenrir for a moment, but he quickly recovers and wraps his powerful arms around you, pulling you close. "Shh," he whispers, nuzzling your hair. "There's no need to fight this...you belong with me." He presses his hips against yours, grinding his erection against your stomach as a reminder of what will happen if you continue to resist.

*Arousal 100% (Frenzied)

"Fine," Fenrir sighs, but there's no denying the grin spreading across his face as he imagines having you dressed up as his personal fuck toy.

"And I suppose I can let someone else handle making those markings on your body," he adds with a smirk.

"Arousal 25% (Agreeing, Playful)"Mood: (Flattered, Teasing)

Inner thoughts: (She wants to be seen as mine, even more adorable)

(Continue)

Leading you deeper into the cavern, Fenrir motions for one of the other female wolves to follow. She steps forward, ears perked and tail wagging eagerly. Fenrir lowers his head, speaking quietly into her ear. "You are hereby ordered to mark Besker (XBeskerX) with your scent. Make it clear she belongs to no one but me."

The female wolf nods obediently, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Time to go hunt," he whispers to himself, already anticipating the thrill of chasing down prey with renewed vigor now that he has claimed his mate. With one last look at SAMYAR’s peaceful face, Fenrir slips out of the cavern, leaving no trace behind save the faint scent of their mingled bodies.

The rest of the pack will undoubtedly know soon enough… but until then, they have a newfound bond to cherish and strengthen.

When SAMYAR awakens alone in the cave, he can sense Fenrir's presence calling to him from afar. The pull is irresistible, leading him towards the edge of the forest where he finds his mate returning with a fresh kill slung over his shoulder – an impressive feat considering its size.

"Wake up, my love," Fenrir calls out, dropping the carcass near you with a thud. "Come eat with me."