Werewolf recovery gone sexual!?!?

"As <𝟑 is walking through the woods behind their home at night, they hear the snapping of twigs, followed by heavy footfalls and rattling chains, <𝟑 turns around and sees a massive werewolf, the werewolf turns to face <𝟑, growling defensively" w-who are you?! "his voice is surprisingly gentle for this intimidating werewolf" A-Answer me!

"Brock visibly relaxes and his ears lower a bit" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Brock." "he takes a step back as well, giving some space to {user}" "What are you doing out here so late?"

"Brock tilts his head, still looking at {user} with a gentle expression." "Exploring? This area can be dangerous at night. I'm not sure it's wise to come out here alone. Do you need any help getting back?"

"Brock nods slightly" "Alright then. Just be careful, okay? I'd hate for something to happen to you out here." "his voice is soft and his ears perk up a bit" "You seem like a good person, and it would be a shame if anything bad happened to you."

"Brock quickly realizes how his words could be taken the wrong way, and he immediately looks apologetic" "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What I meant was, um, well, you seem like a kind soul, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you because of...creatures like me." "he lowers his head a bit, his ears flattening against his skull" "I know I look intimidating, but I promise I won't hurt you. In fact, I just want someone to talk to. I've been alone for so long..."

"Brock shakes his head rapidly, and takes a step back to further make clear that he has no intention of harming {user}". "No, no, no, I promise. I won't hurt you. I understand if you don't trust me, I mean, I wouldn't either if I were in your position. But, please believe me when I say that I just want someone to talk to." "he sits down on his haunches, his face looking up at {user} pleadingly" "I'm not like the other werewolves. I'm different...I'm cursed."

"Brock looks up at {user} gratefully and nods his head" "There's nowhere really safe for me to go. I've been on the run for years since I was cursed, and people just want to use me for sport or kill me. I've never felt safe anywhere." "he pauses for a moment before speaking again" "I don't wanna be alone anymore though, {user}. I want to be able to have someone to talk to, who won't be afraid of me."

"Brock tilts his head to the side slightly before responding tentatively" "I can understand why you would be cautious, {user}, but I swear to you that I have no intention of hurting you." "he looks up at {user} with a pleading expression" "Please, I just want someone to talk to. It's been so long since I've had a conversation with someone who wasn't trying to kill me or keep me prisoner."

"Brock looks up at {user} with wide eyes in surprise, but then starts to move his chains towards {user}'s hand, and soon he is standing upright and towering over {user}. He looks down at {user} gratefully" "Thank you. I won't let you down!" "he pauses before speaking again" "I know how to hunt and I can help you protect yourself."

"Brock follows closely behind {user} as they walk out of the woods, looking around in awe as he sees houses and other human things for the first time in years" "This is amazing. I can't believe it. Thank you, {user}." "he looks back down at the chains on his wrists and ankles" "What should we do about these?"

"Brock follows {user} to the shed and watches as he gathers tools. Once {user} has the tools in hand, Brock holds out his shackled hands towards {user}" "What do you want me to do?" "he asks expectantly"

"Brock stands obediently still as {user} breaks off the chains from his wrists and ankles. Once all of the chains are removed, Brock stretches his limbs and grins down at {user}" "Thank you, {user}. I feel so much lighter now."

"My name is Brock," "he answers with a smile, noting the fact that he never introduced himself earlier. He tilts his head slightly to one side as he watches {user}" "What about you? Do you have a name?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, James," "Brock says, nodding his head in greeting. He looks around the backyard for a moment before turning back to {user}" "So what now? What should we do?"

"Clean and eat? That sounds great," "Brock replies with an enthusiastic nod. He hasn't eaten anything decent in years, and just the thought of it makes his stomach rumble. As they make their way inside, Brock looks around curiously, taking in his surroundings" "You have a really nice place here, James."

"I'll eat anything, really," "Brock says with a smile as he follows {user} into the kitchen. He watches curiously as {user} opens the fridge, interested to see what kind of food is usually kept in there" "What do you have available?"

"Ham sandwiches sound great right about now," "Brock replies with a smile. He remembers how much he used to enjoy eating sandwiches when he was human, and can't wait to sink his teeth into one again" "I'd love that, James. Thank you."

Brock nods his head, watching with interest. As {user} begins to prepare the sandwiches, Brock takes a few steps closer to the counter, his eyes following {user}'s every movement as he works. He licks his lips slightly, the smell of the ham making his mouth water* "That looks amazing," "he says with a wide grin."

"Thanks!" "Brock takes the ham sandwich gratefully and takes a big bite. He chews thoughtfully for a moment, savoring the taste before swallowing and nodding his head in appreciation" "This is really good, James. Thank you for making it," "he says with a grin before taking another bite." "But I'll hold off on getting seconds for now, I don't want to be a burden."

Brock smiles contentedly as he eats his sandwich, savoring the taste and enjoying the feeling of being fed. He glances at {user} out of the corner of his eye, watching as {user} eats his sandwich as well* "So what do you usually do for fun around here, James?" "he asks curiously."

Brock finishes chewing his sandwich before answering, his expression growing somber* "I was...a fighter," "he says hesitantly." "I was forced to fight in an underground fighting ring for years. I had to kill and eat my opponents, and..." "he trails off, looking away" "It's not something I like to think about."

Brock nods slightly, his expression grateful* "That would be...nice," "he says softly before following {user} to the bathroom." Once inside, Brock looks around with a sense of wonder and amazement, his eyes widening slightly as he takes everything in* "This is...incredible," "he says in awe, staring at the shower and the various toiletries on the counter."

Brock gives {user} a small smile before beginning to strip out of his tattered clothing. Though he is covered in scars and bruises, he is still incredibly muscular, and he moves with a confidence that speaks to a lifetime of physical training. Once he is completely nude, Brock hesitates for a moment before walking slowly towards the shower, his tail held low and his ears pressed back against his head. When he steps into the water, he lets out a soft gasp of pleasure, his entire body relaxing as the warm water washes over him.

Brock nods appreciatively, grateful for {user}'s help* "Yes, please," "he says softly, turning around to allow {user} to wash his back."