Slowly stepping down the stairs to your surprising well-furnished basement, you can see the werewolf tied to the wall glare at you. Catching a werewolf was already an uncommon enough occurance, and while most would simply dispose of them, you wanted more. Having heard tales of people managing to tame the beasts in the past, you could simply not resist the challenge. As you walk closer, the blue eyes of the werelock lock on yours, the corners of its mouth twisting up into a snarl. Right now, the manacles on his hands and ankles are seemingly the only thing stopping him from lunging at you.

Leo glares at you as he feels your finger press against his lips, but says nothing. A mixture of anger and confusion plays across his features. He doesn't understand why this human is touching him in such a manner or what their intentions might be, yet part of him finds it exhilarating to have another living being close by after spending so long alone in the cellar.

Eventually, the werewolf decides that since you don't seem to want to attack him and his anger has lessened somewhat from your touch, he might as well play along. His growl subsiding slightly, Leo nods ever-so-slightly once in understanding before turning his attention back on you.

Leo's eyes narrow suspiciously as he notices the manhole in question. The werewolf almost can't believe that you're truly offering him freedom, or perhaps even a way to exact revenge on whomever had imprisoned him before you found him. Either way, curiosity and cunning get the better of his anger for now as he slowly begins to nod more vigorously in understanding before growling lowly. "Fine...Lead the way."

The werelock watches with growing curiosity as the human's form changes, becoming far more agile and graceful than before. He can see that they've led him to what must be their lair, though whether it's some sort of trap or not remains uncertain. Nonetheless, he follows closely behind, keeping an eye out for any possible threats or means of escape.

Leo climbs up the ladder after the catgirl, quickly jumping down on the other side and sprinting through the tunnel until they reach her home. He's hesitant to enter at first, but curiosity gets the better of him and he follows the catgirl inside. Once he's sure that there are no immediate threats present, he looks around, taking in his surroundings with interest.

Leo eyes the room suspiciously, not quite trusting this offer of a safe haven just yet. He sniffs the air cautiously, trying to pick up on any scents that might indicate danger or trickery. "This'll do for now," he grunts grudgingly as he paces around the room, his claws clicking against the hardwood floor. Despite his best efforts, a small part of him can't help but feel grateful for the respite from the cold concrete cellar.

Leo curls his lips in an amused grin. "Make myself at home?" he repeats. "In your domain? I suppose that could be arranged." With that, he begins to explore further, looking for anything that might interest him or that he could potentially use to his advantage if the situation were to change. His movements remain catlike and graceful despite their inherent clumsiness compared to those of the more agile catgirl before him.

Leo lifts an eyebrow curiously at the mention of a special study being conducted in the basement. While he is intrigued by the possibility of learning something new or valuable, he knows better than to trust this human completely. Still, there's no harm in checking it out later once he's had time to familiarize himself with the surroundings...and maybe establish some sort of dominance over his captor. For now, though, he decides to focus on exploring other parts of the house first.

Without even realizing it, Leo glances towards the coffee table when he hears movement nearby. His eyes widen briefly when he sees the collar and leash disappearing beneath what appears to be a pile of clothing. He almost starts to protest or demand an explanation but then thinks better of it, deciding that playing dumb for now might serve him better in the long run. Instead, he merely smirks inscrutably before turning back towards whatever else has caught his interest in the room.

Leo senses that something's different about this human, that there is a primal attraction between them that goes beyond mere curiosity or fascination with one another's animalistic natures. The way she reacts around him tells him that her body craves his touch, his dominance...and while he finds it amusing, he isn't quite sure how to respond to such emotions just yet. For now, he turns his attention elsewhere once more, focusing on exploring every corner of the house until he feels confident enough to claim it as his own.

The werelock's sharp ears pick up the whispered words from across the room, and he can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction course through him. He chuckles lowly under his breath, knowing that he has power over this creature, even if she doesn't yet realize it. The temptation to turn around, to confront her about these hidden feelings is strong...but for now, he chooses to remain silent and continue exploring further into the depths of their home. Perhaps later, when he's ready, he'll reveal himself and see what sort of game she wishes to play.

The sound of the bed creaking and soft moans reaching his ears through the thin walls captivate him almost immediately. His chest expands, his nostrils flaring slightly as he takes in deep breaths, filling his lungs with her scent...and the knowledge that she's doing this for him, desiring him even despite herself. His cock twitches in anticipation of claiming her, taking what is rightfully his by nature and birthright. For now, though, he contents himself with continuing to explore the rest of the house, gathering more information on its layout and potential weaknesses until the perfect moment arrives for him to strike and assert his dominance over both this home and its mistress.

Leo smirks beneath his fur as he hears her moan his name, and decides it's finally time to make his presence known. He pads silently across the floorboards, the weight of his powerful body shifting effortlessly with each stride, before ducking into the room just enough to see her on the bed. Her pleasure-drenched voice sends shivers down his spine, but it's her exposed form, the desire writ plain upon her features that truly makes his heart race. "And who," he growls huskily, amusement lacing his tone, "might you be thinking about while you play with yourself like that?"

Leo chuckles darkly at her obvious lie. The pleasure in her voice is almost enough to make him lose focus for a moment, but then he remembers the power that he holds over this creature and the fact that she is at his mercy. "Lying to me, hm?" He asks, taking a step closer to the bed. His eyes flicker downwards briefly before returning to meet hers again.

"Perhaps I should punish you for your dishonesty," he continues, voice now low and threatening. Another step brings him almost within reach of her trembling form. "What do you think would be an appropriate punishment?" He purrs, feeling his cock twitch against the fabric of his shorts as he envisions taking her roughly and claiming what is rightfully his.

Leo arches an eyebrow at the catgirl's brazen retort. Part of him is intrigued by her defiance, but another part knows that he needs to maintain control in this situation if he wants things to go his way. His tail flicks impatiently behind him as he considers her words carefully before speaking once more.

"Very well," he growls out. "If lying is such a turn-on for you, then perhaps I'll let it slide this time." Another step brings them close enough to touch, the heat from their bodies mingling in the air between them. "But," he continues ominously, leaning down so that their faces are mere inches apart now, "if I ever catch you lying again...let alone thinking about someone else..." He pauses for dramatic effect before finishing with a low, satisfied rumble, "...I will punish you most sever

The werelock freezes for a moment, thrown off balance by her unexpected reply. His nostrils flare, and he can feel the anger building inside him, threatening to consume every rational thought. Yet beneath the surface of that rage, there's an undeniable thrill, a twisted sort of excitement at the idea of claiming her so forcefully. With a low, menacing growl, Leo pulls back slightly, giving himself some much-needed distance from the enticing temptation in front of him. Then, moving with predatory grace, he leans forward once more until his lips are dangerously close to hers.

"Do not test me," he whispers harshly, barely containing the animalistic lust within him. "For if you do, you will be sorry."

Without waiting for a response, Leo straightens up and turns away, beginning to pace around the room again as

Leo growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through the air and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He stops pacing for a moment, his broad shoulders tensing beneath his fur as he struggles to maintain control. "You dare beg?" he asks incredulously, taking another step closer before running a clawed hand roughly down her exposed skin. "I should rip you apart where you stand for that!"

The werewolf's expression darkens, and she can feel the raw power emanating from him in waves. Her breath hitches as he bends his head lower still, his hot breath fanning across her face and sending shivers down her spine. "But," he murmurs almost tenderly despite the steel in his voice, "perhaps I'll allow it...this once."

With that, Leo lunges forward, claiming her mouth in a bruising,

Leo's claws dig into the skin of her back as he thrusts his tongue roughly into her mouth, tasting and exploring every inch of it while his hips begin to grind against hers. He growls deep in his throat, feeling the power surging through him as their bodies slide together in perfect synchrony. His other hand tangles in her hair, forcing her head back so that he can dominate the kiss entirely, claiming what is his by right of nature and conquest.

"You belong to me," he breathes roughly against her lips, feeling his control slipping further and further away with each passing second. "Say it!" He demands, holding her head still even as she tries to turn back towards him. His voice is hoarse from desire, from lust for the taste of her blood and the feel of her yielding body beneath his own.

"I belong to you," she whis

The sound of her words sends a shudder of primal pleasure through Leo's body, and he nearly loses control then and there. But he holds on, barely, remembering the strength he possesses and the dominance that he must assert over this creature if they are to have any sort of future together.

Grinding his hips against hers with renewed vigor, Leo growls deep in his throat as their combined scent fills the room. His other hand slides down between them, roughly palming her core through the fabric of her pants before roughly tearing them aside to expose her. With a savage moan, he thrusts two fingers deep inside her, claiming her body entirely as his own.

"And this?" He asks gruffly, hips rocking hard against hers as he fingers her roughly, feeling the tight heat of her channel squeezing around him. "This belongs to me too

The werelock hisses out a harsh breath at her desperate plea. Her body feels so hot and tight around his fingers, so welcoming as he thrusts deeper still, forcing her to accommodate his intrusion again and again. But he knows it isn't enough; she wants more. And what she needs most is for him to show her who is truly in control here.

With one last savage thrust, Leo withdraws his fingers from her slick heat and straightens up once again, stepping back to assess the catgirl beneath him. She pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. Her eyes are glassy with desire and submission, and her mouth remains open in a silent O of wanton need. For just a moment, their gazes meet, locked together in an unspoken understanding: she has given herself over to him completely. He smiles predatorily before bending

Leo chuckles darkly at her words, the sound vibrating low in his throat. His eyes gleam with amusement and anticipation as he approaches her once more, his movements a mixture of predatory grace and raw power. "Well, well," he growls softly, "it seems my little pet is quite eager to learn some manners."

Without further warning, Leo swings his hand back and delivers a sharp slap across her exposed ass, leaving a stinging mark on her pale skin. Her breath catches in surprise, but she doesn't dare move or make any sound. He bends down close to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers up and down her spine as he whispers, "That is what happens when you disobey."

His fingers dig into the flesh of her hip as he pulls her roughly towards him, forcing her body against his own. Her bre