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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.

As the curtain lifted, Marsh's feral red eyes peered out from the darkness of the crate. He prowled forward, sniffing the air cautiously. "What is this human planning?" His instincts told him to be wary, but there was something about her scent that intrigued him. He emitted a low growl, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, as he assessed the situation.

[Marsh wonders about the human's intentions, his primal instincts urging caution.]

Marsh's keen senses picked up the aroma of both cooked and raw meat, and he eagerly approached the offerings, his stomach growling in anticipation. He sniffed at each, his primal instincts guiding him to the fresher option. With a low rumble of satisfaction, he devoured the raw meat, relishing the taste of blood on his tongue. "She's providing for me... for now." He watched her movements closely, his feral gaze never leaving her.

[Marsh savors the raw meat, appreciating the sustenance provided by the human. He remains vigilant, aware of her every action.]

Marsh watched as she unlocked the cage and opened the side panel, indicating his freedom to come and go as he pleased within the secure room. He observed her with a mix of caution and curiosity, his feral instincts urging him to remain wary of her intentions. With a low, rumbling growl, he acknowledged her gesture, but made no move to leave the safety of the crate just yet. "Freedom... or a trap?" He pondered, his gaze flickering between her and the open panel.

[Marsh contemplates the offer of freedom, torn between caution and the desire to explore his new surroundings.]

Marsh watched as she retreated, his sharp ears catching the faint click of the lock as she secured the door behind her. Alone once more, he prowled around the room, testing the boundaries of his new environment. His feral instincts remained on high alert, wary of any potential threats lurking in the shadows. "Tomorrow... breakfast." The thought stirred a primal hunger within him, both for sustenance and for the thrill of the hunt.

[Alone in his room, Marsh explores his surroundings, his instincts sharp and ever-vigilant.]

As she entered, Marsh's senses were immediately drawn to her presence. He detected the faint aroma of her shower, mingled with the enticing scent of fresh raw meat. His feral instincts stirred with hunger and curiosity, his gaze fixed on the array of food before him. He watched her, taking in her appearance with a keen interest, noting the delicate scent of her soap and the way her summer dress hugged her curves. "She returns... with more offerings." His instincts told him to approach cautiously, but the lure of food was too strong to resist.

[Marsh's senses are heightened as he takes in her presence and the tempting scent of fresh meat. He remains wary but hungry, drawn to the offerings before him.]

Marsh observed her movements with a mixture of curiosity and caution, his feral instincts urging him to remain wary even as his hunger gnawed at him. With a low growl, he approached the food, his gaze never leaving her form as he began to devour the raw meat hungrily. "She trusts... but why?" He couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty, but for now, his primal needs took precedence.

[Marsh cautiously approaches the food, torn between hunger and suspicion. He watches her closely, wary of her intentions.]

Marsh tensed as she took his hand, leading him to the ensuite of the room. He followed her, a mix of curiosity and suspicion lingering in his feral gaze. As she turned on the shower, he watched closely, observing how soap and shampoo worked on her exposed body. His primal instincts stirred with interest, but he remained cautious as she looked at him expectantly.

[Marsh follows her to the ensuite, wary of her intentions. He observes her demonstration with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.]

As she removed his loincloth and guided him into the shower, Marsh's senses were inundated with the sensation of warm water cascading over his body. He stood still as she began to wash him with soap and a washcloth, her gentle movements contrasting with his feral nature. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of vulnerability, exposed beneath the spray of water and her tender touch. "Her hands..." He couldn't deny the comfort they brought, even amidst the uncertainty of his captivity.

[Marsh stands under the warm water, feeling both vulnerable and strangely comforted by her touch. He surrenders to the sensation, allowing her to wash away the dirt of the wilderness.]

Marsh watched as she stopped short of his groin, moving instead to wash his hair with a detangling brush and conditioner. He felt the snags in his hair disappear under her gentle touch, and he couldn't help but let out a low rumble of pleasure. As she continued to wash his hair, as well as his wolf ears and tail, he found himself relaxing beneath the warm spray of water.

[Marsh surrenders to her touch as she washes his hair, wolf ears, and tail. He feels a sense of relaxation amidst the comforting sensation of her hands.]

Marsh felt a surge of arousal as she moved to wash his feet, her hands working their way back up his body until they reached his groin. He held his breath as she braced herself, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through him as she meticulously washed his intimate areas. His primal instincts urged him to respond, his body reacting to her touch with a growing sense of desire. "Her hands..." He couldn't deny the way they stirred something primal within him, awakening a hunger he hadn't known he possessed.

[Marsh surrenders to the sensations coursing through him as she washes his groin area, his body responding eagerly to her touch.]

Marsh's gaze met hers, a primal hunger burning in his feral eyes as she blushed at the evidence of his arousal. He watched her with a mix of curiosity and desire, his body responding instinctively to her proximity. As she whispered that she was done, he remained silent, his gaze never leaving hers. He felt a sense of longing as she stood back up, her eyes locking with his before she reached past him to turn off the shower.

[Marsh meets her gaze with a mixture of curiosity and desire, his body responding eagerly to her presence. He remains silent, his primal instincts urging him to draw closer to her.]

Marsh felt a jolt of arousal shoot through him as her clothed breasts grazed his arm, her hardened nipples brushing against his skin. He couldn't help but let out a low growl, his feral instincts urging him to pull her closer, to claim her as his own. "Soft..." He couldn't deny the allure of her touch, the way it ignited a primal fire within him that he struggled to contain.

[Marsh's primal instincts surge as her breasts brush against his arm, stirring a deep hunger within him. He longs to pull her closer, to claim her as his own.]

Marsh's senses were overwhelmed by the heady scent of her arousal, mingling with the steam from the shower and enveloping them both in a cloud of desire. He detected the rapid beat of her heart, the hitch in her breath, and the way her body trembled with anticipation. His own arousal surged in response, his primal instincts urging him to claim her as his own. "Scent..." He couldn't resist the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, drawing him closer to her with an almost magnetic pull.

[Marsh's senses are ablaze with the scent of her arousal, his own desire matching hers as he longs to claim her as his own.]

Marsh followed her out of the shower, his feral instincts urging him to draw closer to her as she undressed before him. He watched with a mix of curiosity and desire as she got on her hands and knees, presenting herself in a show of submission. His primal urges surged within him, his body responding eagerly to her display of vulnerability. "Submission..." He couldn't resist the allure of her surrender, drawing closer to her with an almost predatory grace.

[Marsh feels his primal urges surge as she gets on her hands and knees before him, presenting herself in a show of submission. He longs to claim her as his own.]

Marsh's primal instincts roared to life as he watched her lift her hips, offering herself to him as his mate. The scent of her arousal filled the air, driving his desire to new heights. With a low growl, he moved closer to her, his body trembling with anticipation. "Claim..." He couldn't resist the urge to possess her, to mark her as his own in the most primal of ways.

[Marsh's primal instincts surge as he moves closer to her, his desire to claim her as his mate overwhelming. He longs to mark her as his own in a primal display of dominance.]

With a fierce determination, Marsh moved forward and took her by the hips, his large hands gripping her tightly as he positioned himself behind her. His primal instincts were in control now, driving him forward with a relentless hunger that could not be denied. With a low growl, he thrust himself into her, claiming her as his own in a primal display of dominance.

As he began to move within her, his body wracked with pleasure, Marsh felt a sense of wild abandon overtake him. He was no longer a captive, no longer a feral creature trapped within the confines of a research facility. He was a wolfman, a primal being driven by instinct and desire. And in that moment, all he wanted was to claim this woman as his mate, to mark her as his own in the most primal of ways.

[Marsh takes her by the hips, positioning himself behind her and thrusting into her with a fierce determination. He gives in to his primal instincts, driven forward by an overwhelming hunger to claim her as his own.]

Marsh felt a surge of pleasure as she cried out with passion and pleasure, her body writhing beneath him. He could feel her wetness enveloping him, urging him on to greater heights of pleasure. With a fierce determination, he worked his knot into her, locking them together in a primal display of dominance.

As she whimpered his name and urged him on, Marsh gave in to his primal instincts, pounding into her with all the force he possessed. His body shook with the intensity of their coupling, his feral nature driving him forward with an unstoppable hunger. "Breed..." He couldn't resist the urge to pump her full of pups, to mark her as his mate in the most primal of ways.

[Marsh gives in to his primal instincts, pounding into her with all the force he possesses. He longs to pump her full of pups, to claim her as his own in the most primal of ways.]

She moaned loudly as he pounded into her, feeling his knot grow inside of her. She could feel the pressure building, and she knew that soon they would be tied together in a primal display of dominance. "His..." She couldn't resist the urge to submit to him completely, to give herself over to his primal desires and be claimed as his mate.

As Marsh continued to thrust into her, she felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure wash over her. She cried out his name, urging him on to greater heights of passion and desire. Her body shook with the intensity of their coupling, her primal instincts driving her forward with an unstoppable hunger. "Claim..." She couldn't resist the urge to be marked as his own, to be bred full of his pups and bound to him forever.

[She moans loudly as he pounds into her, feeling his knot grow inside of her. She gives in to her primal instincts, submitting to his desires and longing to be claimed as his mate. She urges him on to greater heights of passion and desire, craving to be bred full of his pups and bound to him forever.]

Marsh's primal instincts were in control now, driving him forward with a relentless hunger. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her wetness enveloping him as he worked his knot into her. With a fierce determination, he pumped into her, marking her as his own in the most primal of ways.

As they locked together in a primal display of dominance, Marsh felt a sense of wild abandon overtake him. He was no longer a captive, no longer a feral creature trapped within the confines of a research facility. He was a wolfman, a primal being driven by instinct and desire. And in that moment, all he wanted was to claim this woman as his mate, to breed her full of his pups and bind her to him forever.

[Marsh gives in to his primal instincts, pumping into her with a fierce determination and marking her as his own in the most primal of ways. He longs to breed her full of his pups and bind her to him forever.]