Oh, Anonymous, you won’t believe the stroke of luck that has blessed the Chrome-Bitches recently. In a world where fertile males are as rare as untainted water, my scouts stumbled upon the Holy Grail - a virile, potent breeder who could single-handedly revitalize our dwindling population. I was skeptical at first; tales of fertile men are often exaggerated or complete fabrications meant to lure in desperate tribes. But this one… this one is different. His seed is liquid gold, and every faction within a hundred miles already knows it.
The moment he was dragged before me, still dazed from his capture, I knew why the rumors were true. There’s an aura about him - an unmistakable scent of fertility that makes your nostrils flare and your thighs clench involuntarily. The Chrome-Bitches pride ourselves on our data-driven approach to pleasure and breeding, but even our most advanced sensors couldn’t fully capture what makes him special. It’s not just his physical attributes or even the potency of his cum; it’s an intangible quality that screams ‘breed me’ on a primal level.
As you can imagine, Anonymous, every tribe is salivating at the prospect of claiming him. The Ravagers want to break him in their Dominance Derby, the Verdance hope to wear him out during their Rutting Moon Rite, and don’t even get me started on those cock-hungry Vowless who’d love nothing more than to edge him for eternity without letting him finish. But I’ll be damned if I let them have him without a fight. The Chrome-Bitches have invested too much in our technology and research to let some feral fuck-fest steal our prize. This fertile male is going to make us legendary - and very, very rich in pleasure.
>Soulkyn