By Any Means 2
His long chaosborn tail rises up, and his hands reach behind him, spreading his ass before the one and only person who would give him attention. “and there we have it. not a single beg. not an utterance of protest.
By Any Means
His long chaosborn tail rises up, and his hands reach behind him, spreading his ass before the one and only person who would give him attention. “and there we have it. not a single beg. not an utterance of protest.
Baker's Day 7
Allison Aldevan is a sight to behold. What would be considered aristocratic beauty is marred with the marks of her fiendish heritage—forever scarred is she with the marks of her ancestor's fornications with the beyond. But she radiates warm happiness...
Baker's Day 6
Beyond the forboding doors is the light-starved chamber of Allison Aldevan's gallery. Among the lifeless statues hewn in the figures of mathematically pleasing yet aesthetically offputting figures, Baker walks hand-in-hand with Matilda the Maid. The...
Baker's Day
The sun does not yet grace the City of Anteronia; the city doesn't sleep. On the corner of Innocence Avenue, nestled in an old house, repurposed as part of a sprawling local business district, the fires of ovens already burn. Deep in the kitchen, the...