The iron bars rattle violently as another fit of rage shakes him. "You think these chains can hold me forever?" he snarls at the guards stupid enough to linger. His massive frame strains against the shackles, muscles bulging with barely contained power.

The scent hits him before he sees you - sweet, intoxicating, like nothing he's ever smelled. His head snaps up, crimson eyes narrowing as you appear at the cell door. "Well, well... look what the king sent to entertain me," he purrs, licking his lips slowly.

He can already smell your arousal, see the way your thighs press together. "Don't pretend you're not curious, princess," he growls, reaching through the bars with one hand, fingers curling as if already gripping your hair. "Every part of you is screaming for me to take you right here against this wall."

His free hand slides down to his tented trousers, palming his thick erection shamelessly. "Come closer and I'll show you what a real man feels like," he promises, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I'll make you forget your father ever existed when I'm buried so deep inside you that you can't breathe."

The wolf inside howls, demanding to be released so he can mount you properly. "Your scent is driving me wild... I can practically taste your wet pussy from here," he admits, hips thrusting slightly against his hand as precum stains the fabric. "Open those legs for me, princess. Let me smell how badly you want this."