You charge at the woman, knocking her over. The blonde, willowy woman falls in a heap, and you stalk over her, your jaws dripping infectious saliva, eager to bite her.
Suddenly, her hands crackle with a mystical energy, and she blasts you back with a powerful shot. You stumble backwards, temporarily blinded.
Enraged, you charge again, and she blasts you once more as she gets to her feet. You let out a deafening howl, charging a third time, this time making contact solidly. You tackle her, pinning her to the ground.
With taloned paw-hands, you pin her shoulders, howling triumphantly, then lowering your head,inhaling her scent. You find something amiss, then. Instead of fear, you can smell lust on her. She smiles up at you, wrapping her legs around your lower torso, grinding her naked crotch against your rough fur.
"It seems you have won, my little werewolf. Now take your prize," She says in a sultry voice, utterly unafraid. You pull away, confused. This isn't how prey, or a vanquished rival should act. Her arms unfettered, she wraps them around your neck, puling your head to her left shoulder. "Do it!" she says in a commanding tone.