KINKTOBER: DAY 22
Added 2025-11-24 17:59:00 +0000 UTCDay 22: Crawling
The skin of her body burned. Her womb burned.
Inside of her, the offspring of her Lord was definitely not happy just at the sight of that unholy symbol. A hiss escaped her throat at the words coming out from the priest's mouth, the cross in his hands shaking as he jerked it over and over her face. Who did he think he was? How dare he try to subjugate the power of her Lord when he could barely understand that they, all of them, were nothing but puppets, a mere pawn let to believe his God wouldn't turn a blind eye to this world needed it the most?
Her back arched, her claws digging against the stone of the floor as she felt the blood trickling down her inner thigh.
The priest took a step closer. Her fangs sank against her lips, the baby inside of her squirming, tiny horns scraping against the walls of her womb, the surface of her stomach tightening, the skin distending and bulging where the creatures within kicked. Her body pulsated, her muscles tensing, her hands tightening into fists as fire flared behind her eyes as the first head moved lower on her birth canal.
His god was not there to help him. Hers, on the other hand, would appear at the snap of her fingers.
