Scheherazade Imaginaria Part 4: Tentacle Impregnation
I opened my eyes, the light dim and red-tinted with no readily identifiable source, the heat and humidity feeling like a sauna on my naked, sweat-slickened skin. The floor on which I lay was soft and yielding to the touch, pulsing rhythmically beneath me, the walls and ceiling of the small, domed chamber in which … Read more