A heat radiated from her. A scent — fertile, invasive, laced with honey and death. She knelt, hands like cranes tearing into the Earth, scooping him up gently. “You were made for me,” her voice echoed through the clouds, soft…

The sky cracked. Not from thunder. Not from war. From her. She rose from the sea like the birth of a new continent—curves coated in a sheen of glistening saltwater, black hair plastered to her impossible form. A single step…

The neon glow of the smartphone screen illuminated Lucy’s mischievous smile as she scrolled through the endless sea of faces on Tinder. Her thumb paused on a profile that seemed to have been tailored just for her: a young, delicate…

The room thrummed with a heat that wasn’t just from the flickering candles lining the obsidian walls. It was the kind of heat that clawed at your skin, a fever born from the weight of eyes—hungry, predatory—watching from the shadows.…

Her cries grew louder, her body trembling with each powerful stroke, until she shuddered in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. The room grew quiet, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh…