Jill Valentine x Tentacles
Jill gasps as thick tendrils coil around her wrists, her ankles—tight, unrelenting. They drag her downward, pulling her deeper into the pit’s suffocating darkness. She thrashes, teeth clenched, but the struggle only excites them.
A sudden rip. Fabric tears like paper, leaving her bare, exposed to their slick, probing touch. The first press is slow—teasing. Then another. And another. A shudder runs through her as they force their way deeper, overwhelming her, consuming her.
Goblins
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