Jax warned me not to even think about it. Said the Sanguine Weavers were nightmares with tentacles. I thought I understand. I was absolutely wrong.
Now I'm lying helpless in an alien jungle, and something impossibly long is sliding inside me, stretching me open, filling me with eggs, and driving me toward a pleasure so intense I'm forgetting my own name.
The thing is, I chose this.
But I never expected to want more.
Contains explicit scenes between a consenting adult and an alien creature. 18+ only.