Empty womb
The Whitby goth festival. A yearly event so popular, it now happens twice a year. While the seaside resort always attracted those with a fondness for Dracula. It was this event where the flood gates opened. An excuse to wear umbrellas to shield from the sun. Clothing ranged from the medieval inaccurate to steam punk. Stores opened up all along the streets, selling all manner of metal trinkets made from what may have once been cutlery. The shee
Empty womb
By: crime0edge
Favorited: 1 year ago
The Fell Priestess Amaryllis passed through the cell door, holding her usual collection bucket in both hands with the jar of lubricant rattling around inside. It was time for the daily milking of the slave formerly known as the Divine One... Alear.The door was open already; Lady Veyle was inside, bouncing enthusiastically on the shackled Alear's lap as the two sat, face-to-face, on the toilet. A sadistic smirk twisted the Fell Princess's features as she locked eyes with her sister. "Come on, dea
Our Daily Bred
By: DeliciousReya
Favorited: 1 year ago
