For a long time, the doe just stood there, staring at the massive wolf-man before her. At ten feet tall, he was taller than even her eight feet. Despite her huge muscles, his were even larger, and she could only wonder at how strong he might be. Her eyes crawled over his body, his huge, bulging muscles and his thick silver fur. Most especially, her eyes linger on his huge, throbbing erection. She blushes, pulling her eyes away from that organ, forcing herself to look at the wolf's face.
That is when she sees that he is studying her just as closely. She knows she is an impressive specimen, with her tense muscles and her huge, heaving breasts. She smiles a little as she sees his eyes linger on her breasts. She had known, instinctually, that her rutting season was approaching. Now it seems to have accelerated a great deal. As the wind changes, a scent fills her nostrils. She can smell the wolf's great arousal, hot and musky in her nose, and it spurs her arousal even further.
Knowing that he is still watching, she raises a hand to her left breast. She draws her fingers over the firm flesh, and her spine tingles as she draws them across the taut, hard nipple. She moans, stretching her neck back, and rubs her nipple harder. She had meant to tease the wolf, but it simply felt too good.
She cracks open her soft eyes, looking at the wolf again. The massive predator licks his lips hungrily, as if he were still a scrawny, starving thing.
The doe smiles, just a little. "Well," she says, her voice deep, husky. "Get on with it."
The massive wolf steped forward, a little shakey on his new legs. He approached quickly, and for a brief moment, the doe feared he was going to attack her again.