devilfruit

Natalie stirred in the dim haze of her bedroom, the air thick with a musky tang that clung to everything like a bad habit. Her eyes fluttered open to the sound of rhythmic moans echoing off the walls—

Natalie blinked against the dim, pulsing glow of the cocoon's inner walls, her body still humming from the endless violations of the past two weeks. The tentacles that had held her suspended from the

--- The air was thick with the scent of sweat, milk, and something acrid—like burnt wiring mixed with the metallic tang of cum. Natalie’s vision swam as she hung suspended from the ceiling, her wrist

--- The package was waiting on Natalie’s doorstep when she got home, its surface slick with condensation, as if it had been breathing inside the cardboard. She kicked off her sneakers, letting them t