“He could feel the dying within the cold, cobalt womb, tell that it was detonating up and upward with his orgasm in a corrupting spiraling plastique-like jizzum through her innards, the ripples of rupture that must turn the deep-blue flesh to purple, then to a black-sheened scarlet, finally to the white of fire on bone.”
— Nov 14, 2025 09:57PM
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