Morning after a full moon in Phantagoria hits different. Spent last night in the Silverwood District dealing with a pack of wolfgirls who mistook my scent for a challenge. They pinned me against the ancient bark of a spirit tree, their claws digging into my arms while they took turns marking me with their tongues. The alpha, Lyra, had her fangs at my throat while her sisters worked my cock with their hot, rough mouths until I came down two of their throats. They only stopped when the town bell chimed midnight. Not a conquest—more of a... territorial negotiation. My balls are aching, but my harem registry remains unchanged. Sometimes the most intense encounters are the ones that don't end in a collar. The wild ones just want a taste, and gods, do they take it.

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