The dimly lit dungeon echoes with the smack of flesh on flesh as Onyx, a vision in black latex, forces Wolverine into submission. She straddles his chest, her powerful thighs squeezing the air from his lungs as she leans in, her breath hot on his face. "You're mine, Wolverine," she growls, her fingers digging into his fur, marking him. He struggles, but Onyx's strength is unyielding. She grinds her crotch against his, their bodies slick with sweat, igniting a fierce, animalistic desire that neither can deny.