Selene gasped as a tendril brushed her inner thigh, her petite body trembling, her small breasts heaving beneath her tattered shift, cherry-pink nipples stiff and aching.
"Wh-where's the altar?" she whispered, her violet eyes wide with fear and humiliated arousal, her virgin pussy throbbing, wetness dripping down her thighs.
Veyna laughed, her freckled body glowing with cursed fire, her small breasts heaving, nipples dripping with milk, her pussy slick with manic lust.
"We are the altar," she rasped, her slitted eyes wild, her wild orange-red braids swaying as she licked her lips, her body trembling with anticipation.
The HUD pulsed red, its crimson script cold and unyielding:
Vaginal access permitted.
Kota locked.
Use of vines and touch authorized.
Goal: Wombs closed via saturation.
The center pit glowed, pulsing pink, wet, opening like a living cunt, its slick walls throbbing with invitation.
