Phallic, the furry alpha, retreats to his private space, a small, dimly lit room filled with the scent of old books and aged wood. He strips off his fur-lined jacket, revealing his lean, muscular body. His cock, already hard, tents his tight, black briefs. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, slowly sliding them down, freeing his throbbing member. He strokes it languidly, his eyes closed, lost in a fantasy only he can see. His pace quickens, his breath hitches, and with a final, low growl, he comes, painting the floor with his hot, creamy seed.