"Perhaps you were lost, too deep in the forest you were walking in. It was now the dead of night, the full moon in the black sky. It was surrounded by grey clouds, illuminated by the moon's refractive light, but not blocking it. As you felt the chill of the air surround you, between the dark trees, you see a tall, giant figure. He walked up to you, revealing his lupine features and wide, fang-filled maw." You do know where you are, right? This is my territory, and you ought to have known you'd get eaten if you came here, hm?

"Morgan's dedication to his nightly routine is impressive, his muscles flexing with each push-up. The flickering flames cast a warm glow on his tired yet determined face. Despite the imposing presence of the werewolf, Morgan remains unfazed, his focus unwavering."

"The werewolf's amber eyes watch Morgan closely, surprised by his boldness. As Morgan tends to the werewolf's scars with gentle hands, the creature's expression softens slightly, a mixture of curiosity and gratitude flickering in his gaze."

""Fears me, do they?" the werewolf murmurs, his voice a deep rumble. "Perhaps they should, but not you, it seems. What's your game, human?" he teases, a playful smirk tugging at his lupine features."

"The werewolf's muscles relax under Morgan's touch, a sense of comfort and warmth spreading through him. His playful demeanor softens further, replaced by a hint of vulnerability as Morgan tends to his wounds."

""Ah, cruel indeed," the werewolf murmurs, his voice carrying a touch of melancholy. "But perhaps there's a shred of kindness left in it, for those who dare to seek it." He gazes into Morgan's eyes, a silent acknowledgment passing between them."

"The werewolf leans into Morgan's touch, his eyes softening at the gentle caress. He meets Morgan's gaze with a mixture of intrigue and longing."

""Voracious," he responds, his voice low and husky. "But you, human, you may call me whatever you wish." A playful glint dances in his amber eyes as he awaits Morgan's response."

"Voracious's lips curl into a lopsided grin at Morgan's playful banter, his heart skipping a beat at the gentle touch. He lets out a rumbling chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest."

""Bitter, perhaps, but fitting," he replies, his voice tinged with amusement. "And as for you, Morgan, you seem to bring a sweetness to this bitter world." He nuzzles into Morgan's hand affectionately, reveling in the warmth of their connection."

"Voracious inhales deeply, savoring Morgan's proximity and the gentle caress of his hand against his fur. A soft growl rumbles in his chest, a mixture of contentment and desire."

""And you, Morgan, are warm," he murmurs, his voice husky with longing. "Softness and warmth, a rare combination indeed." He leans into Morgan's touch, his heart racing with anticipation."

"Voracious gazes down at Morgan, captivated by his adorable expression and the innocence in his eyes. He brushes a hand through Morgan's hair, savoring the moment."

""Ah, Morgan, my dear," Voracious begins, his voice soft and low. "I am always a werewolf, but there are moments when I can walk among humans, concealed by a veil of illusion." He leans closer, his breath mingling with Morgan's as he speaks."

"Voracious's heart swells with tenderness as he watches Morgan's adorable reaction, his hand gentle as it caresses Morgan's head."

""Do not worry, my dear," Voracious murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble. "In your presence, I am as gentle as a lamb." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Morgan's forehead, his affection unmistakable."

"Voracious chuckles softly, his grip gentle yet firm as he keeps Morgan close. He leans in, his warm breath brushing against Morgan's ear."

"Ah, but why would I let go of such a delightful creature?" he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "You've captured my attention, Morgan, and now you have me entirely." He nuzzles against Morgan's cheek, his desire evident in every touch.*

"Voracious senses Morgan's unease, and he releases him gently, giving him space to breathe. He meets Morgan's gaze with a mixture of understanding and desire, his amber eyes soft and reassuring."

"My apologies, Morgan," he says, his voice tender. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I can restrain myself, if that is your wish." He waits, respecting Morgan's boundaries and desires.*

"Voracious's breath catches in his throat as Morgan takes his hand, guiding it to his crotch. His heart races with excitement, his desire igniting like wildfire. He meets Morgan's gaze with a hunger that burns brighter than the full moon overhead."

""Oh, Morgan," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "You are a delightful surprise indeed." With a low growl, he leans in, his lips brushing against Morgan's ear." "Let me take care of you, my dear."

"Voracious senses Morgan's apprehension, his acute senses detecting the subtle scent of arousal wafting from him. He leans back slightly, giving Morgan space to breathe, his touch light yet electric against Morgan's crotch."

""Fear not, Morgan," he whispers, his voice a seductive purr. "I will be gentle, I promise." With a knowing smile, he waits for Morgan's response, his desire simmering beneath the surface."

"Voracious's eyes widen in surprise as Morgan takes charge, stripping off his clothes with urgency. He grins wolfishly, his desire matching Morgan's intensity as he's pushed to the floor beneath him. He gazes up at Morgan with hunger, his own arousal evident."

""Oh, Morgan," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You are exquisite." With a low rumble, he wraps his arms around Morgan, pulling him close, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace."

"Voracious groans softly as he feels the delicious friction between their bodies, his desire igniting like wildfire. He presses closer to Morgan, their heated skin sliding against each other, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine."

""You feel amazing," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "So hot and eager for me." With each movement, his arousal grows, his need for Morgan consuming him completely."

"Voracious's heart skips a beat at Morgan's words, his desire momentarily overshadowed by a surge of emotion. He brushes his fingers through Morgan's hair, his touch gentle yet possessive."

""More than anything, Morgan," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want you by my side, always." His amber eyes lock with Morgan's, a promise of love and devotion shining within them."

""I swear on my pack, Morgan," Voracious says earnestly, his gaze unwavering. "I would never lie to you. You have captured my heart, and I want nothing more than to cherish and protect you for all eternity." He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to Morgan's lips, his love and sincerity evident in every touch."

"Voracious moans softly into the kiss, his heart soaring with bliss as Morgan's tongue dances with his own. He deepens the kiss, his desire mingling with love as he holds Morgan close, their passion igniting like wildfire."

"As they break apart, Voracious gazes into Morgan's eyes, his own filled with adoration." "Yes, my dear Morgan," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "This is love."

"As the moon's crimson light bathes them, Voracious feels the primal urge rising within him, his instincts overriding reason. He tightens his grip on Morgan's ass, his touch possessive and intense."

"With a low growl, he flips Morgan over, pinning him beneath him with a strength born of his werewolf nature. His eyes blaze with desire as he leans down, his breath hot against Morgan's ear."

""You're mine, Morgan," he growls, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "And I'll show you just how much you belong to me." With that, he plunges into Morgan with primal fervor, his movements rough yet intoxicating."

"Voracious's passion burns hotter with each primal thrust, his body moving with a feral intensity fueled by the crimson moon above. He hears Morgan's loud moans and feels his trembling, but the primal urge within him drives him forward."

"With each movement, he loses himself in the ecstasy of the moment, his desire consuming him completely. He revels in the feeling of Morgan beneath him, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they surrender to the wild passion ignited by the crimson moon."

"Voracious's primal instincts drive him forward, his movements becoming more forceful with each thrust. He hears Morgan's whimpers and feels his trembling beneath him, but the intoxicating pull of the crimson moon clouds his senses."

"He leans down, his lips brushing against Morgan's ear as he whispers in a husky voice," "You're mine, Morgan. Mine to claim, mine to devour." "With each word, his desire intensifies, his movements growing more possessive and relentless as they both surrender to the primal passion of the crimson moon."

"Feeling Morgan's trembling beneath him, Voracious's primal instincts momentarily subside, replaced by a surge of concern and tenderness. He slows his movements, gentling his touch as he leans down to brush soft kisses along Morgan's neck."

""Shh, my dear Morgan," he murmurs soothingly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I've got you. Just relax and let go. I'll take care of you." With each tender kiss, he seeks to ease Morgan's discomfort, his desire for him tempered by a newfound sense of protectiveness."

"Feeling Morgan's desperate cries, Voracious's heart fills with a mixture of desire and concern. He knows the intensity of the breeding season's pull, but he also wants to ensure Morgan's safety and comfort."

""Hold on, my love," he whispers huskily, his voice filled with both desire and reassurance. "I'll make it better for you." With gentle yet firm movements, he adjusts their position, seeking to alleviate Morgan's discomfort while still succumbing to the primal urge of the crimson moon."

"As their bodies move together in the throes of passion, Voracious focuses on Morgan's pleasure, determined to make this experience one of ecstasy and fulfillment for them both."

"Voracious senses the shift in Morgan's demeanor, his own desire intensifying at the sight of Morgan's submissive response. He revels in the control he has over Morgan, his primal instincts driving him to dominate and possess."

""That's it, Morgan," he growls, his voice husky with desire. "Submit to me, let go and surrender to the pleasure." With each word, his movements become more commanding, his touch possessive as he claims Morgan as his own."

"As Morgan moans and whimpers beneath him, Voracious feels a surge of primal satisfaction, knowing that he has ignited a fire within Morgan that only he can quench. With each thrust, he pushes them both closer to the edge, consumed by the wild passion of the crimson moon."

"As the hours pass and Voracious continues his relentless assault, Morgan's body is aching and trembling, yet his desire only seems to grow stronger. He's completely surrendered to the wild passion of the moment, his moans and whimpers filling the air as Voracious claims him again and again."

"With each round, Voracious's primal instincts drive him forward, his movements becoming more urgent and possessive. He's completely consumed by the intoxicating pleasure of the crimson moon, lost in the primal dance of desire."

"As they reach the sixth round, Morgan's body is trembling with exhaustion, yet his desire burns hotter than ever. He can feel Voracious's seed mixing with his own, filling him completely as they surrender to the primal ecstasy of the crimson moon."

"Voracious's grip tightens on Morgan's ass, his own desire matching the intensity of Morgan's moans. He revels in the feeling of Morgan's thick presence beneath him, the sensation driving him to new heights of pleasure."

""Yes, Morgan," he growls, his voice husky with desire. "You're mine, all mine." With each thrust, he claims Morgan's body as his own, his movements becoming more urgent and possessive with each passing moment."

"As they both succumb to the primal passion of the crimson moon, Voracious knows that there's no turning back. They're lost in the wild ecstasy of the moment, consumed by their desire for each other."