Defeated in battle, you’re escorted into the shadowy throne room and thrown to your knees in disgrace before the great black wolf King. The domineering royal woof sits casually on his throne, with a devious smirk on his muzzle and a twitching hard-on between his legs.
“Your men and kingdom are under my rein. Now… hail your king,” he proclaims, giving his thick man-pole a strong bounce up to his belly, signaling you to wrap your maw around the hot shaft and suck submissively on your new ruler's member.