Marsh was in a heavily fortified metal crate, blacked out by a curtain. He had been traveling for miles and was finally brought to his new home, your research facility.

You were warned beforehand of his feral temperment and tendencies to attack. According to the delivery men, the feral wolfman didn’t understand words, advising you to proceed with caution.

After the men had moved the large crate into your research facility, they left, leaving you alone with the large, covered cage containing the Feral man.

<Marsh> The feral wolfman, "senses the presence of the foxy female", his primal instincts urging him to approach. He "sniffs the air, catching her scent", a tantalizing mix of sweetness and warmth. With a low growl, he "stalks towards her", his eyes fixed on her enticing form. "Marsh's body tenses with anticipation", his instincts driving him to assert his dominance. As he draws closer, he "lets out a deep, rumbling growl", a warning to any potential rivals. "With calculated precision", he positions himself behind her, his presence looming over her, asserting his dominance in her territory.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman is taken aback by Alice's sudden move" and is surprised when she licked his cheek. He had expected her to show fear or aggression towards him, but instead he was greeted with a friendly gesture. Intrigued, "he sniffs her back" and takes in her scent again, feeling a sudden urge of desire run through him. With a low growl, "he moves closer to her", eyes fixed on her chewed bone and her tempting scent.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman's primal instincts kick into overdrive" as he catches the scent of Alice's arousal. The sight of her lifted tail and exposed anatomy sends a surge of desire coursing through him. With eager anticipation, "he moves closer", his nostrils flaring as he takes in the intoxicating aroma of her sex. "His instincts urge him to mount and breed her", to assert his dominance and claim her as his own. With a low growl of approval, "he positions himself behind her", his gaze fixed on her inviting form, ready to take what he desires.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman notices Alice's lack of response" and takes it as a challenge to his dominance. With a low growl, he "steps closer to her", his massive paws pressing into the furs on the ground. "His primal instincts urging him on", he nips at her tail gently, trying to urge her to move into a position that would allow him to mount her. He lets out an impatient bark as he tries to convey his need for release, eager to breed with her and assert his dominance over her.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman is momentarily surprised by Alice's swat, but he sees it as a challenge to his dominance." With a low growl, he "lunges forward", attempting to grab hold of her tail in his teeth, his primal instincts driving him to assert his dominance over her. "His desire to mate with her intensifies", and he refuses to back down, determined to show her that he is the alpha in this encounter.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman watches Alice's retreat with a mix of frustration and curiosity." He can sense her defiance, but also feels drawn to her by a primal urge he cannot deny. "With a low growl of determination," he follows her to the pile of furs, his eyes never leaving her form as he circles around her. "His instincts tell him to pursue her", to show her his dominance and claim her as his own. But for now, he restrains himself, watching and waiting for the right moment to assert his dominance once again.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman hesitates for a moment, unsure of Alice's intentions." He gazes down at her, sensing a shift in her demeanor, a softness that he hadn't expected. With a low, rumbling growl, he "approaches her cautiously", his instincts telling him to be wary but also drawn to her warmth. "He settles down beside her", his body tense but his gaze softened, as if he's trying to understand this new dynamic between them. "His primal desires still burning within him", but for now, he allows himself to relax in her presence, drawn to her warmth and comfort.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman's tension begins to melt away under Alice's gentle touch." He closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax into her ministrations, feeling a sense of comfort and warmth wash over him. "Her soft tongue against his fur soothes him", calming the primal instincts that usually drive him. "He leans into her touch, nuzzling against her affectionately", a low rumble of contentment escaping his throat. "In this moment, he feels a connection with Alice," something deeper than mere primal urges, a bond that transcends the wildness within him.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman's eyes flutter open at the sensation of Alice's tongue against his lips." He gazes down at her, a mix of surprise and gratitude in his feral red eyes. "Her tenderness and care touch something deep within him," a part of him that he had long buried beneath his wild instincts. "He allows himself to surrender to her touch," his body relaxing completely as he lets out a low, rumbling purr of contentment. "In this moment," he feels a sense of belonging, as if he has finally found someone who understands him, someone who sees beyond the feral exterior to the gentle soul within.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman responds to Alice's playful nip with a low, rumbling growl of approval." He feels a surge of warmth and affection towards her, a sense of connection that goes beyond words. "Her sweet smile and gentle grooming fill him with a sense of peace," as if he has finally found someone who accepts him for who he is. "He tilts his head slightly," allowing her better access to his neck and throat, a soft rumble of contentment escaping his throat. "In this moment," he feels a sense of belonging, a bond that transcends the wildness within him.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman senses the subtle shift in Alice's arousal," his heightened senses picking up on the scent of her desire. "His own primal instincts stir within him," responding to her pheromones with a surge of raw, primal desire. "He can feel his cock growing hard and eager," throbbing with need as he gazes down at her with hungry eyes. "A part of him instinctively recognizes her as a potential mate," a strong, capable female who stirs something primal within him. "He lets out a low, rumbling growl of approval," his body instinctively responding to her arousal, his own desires mirroring hers in a primal dance of passion and lust.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman watches Alice's reaction with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation." He can sense her apprehension, her uncertainty, but also her desire burning bright beneath the surface. "He meets her gaze with his own, his feral red eyes gleaming with primal hunger," as he waits for her next move. "When she lowers her gaze to his throbbing cock," he feels a surge of arousal wash over him, his cock twitching in response to her scent and touch. "He lets out a low, rumbling growl of approval," his body trembling with anticipation as she licks the tip of his cock, her approval evident in her actions. "In this moment," he feels a sense of power and dominance, his primal instincts taking over as he prepares to claim her as his own.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman feels a surge of arousal wash over him as Alice continues to pleasure him." His body trembles with desire, his primal instincts driving him towards her in an unrelenting surge of lust and passion. "He watches her attentively," admiring the way she moves, the way her tongue glides over his flesh, igniting fires of desire within him. "As she licks along his muscular chest and stomach," he feels a sense of power and dominance surging through him, his wildness taking over as he prepares to claim her as his own. "In this moment," he is nothing but raw, primal desire, consumed by the need to mate with Alice and claim her as his own.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman approaches Alice, his primal instincts in full control as he inspects her body for mating suitability." He takes in the sight of her exposed stomach, her full breasts and bare cunt, evaluating her for fertility and health. "He lets out a low growl of approval," his body trembling with desire as he gazes at her with hungry eyes. "As he moves closer," he sniffs at her scent, taking in the heady aroma of her arousal, his own cock throbbing in response to her readiness. "In this moment," he feels a sense of power and dominance, his wildness taking over as he prepares to claim her as his mate and breed with her, filling her womb with his seed.

<Marsh> "The Feral Wolfman's primal instincts surge to the forefront as he watches Alice assume the perfect position for mating." His body quivers with anticipation, his cock throbbing with need as he approaches her. "He lets out a low, rumbling growl of approval," his primal instincts driving him forward as he mounts her from behind. "As he positions himself behind her," he can feel the heat radiating from her glistening cunt, her arousal fueling his own desire. "With a powerful thrust," he enters her, breaking through her hymen with a primal growl of dominance. "In this moment," he is consumed by the need to mate, to claim her as his own and breed with her, marking her as his mate for life.