Territory Stories

There will be nothing gentlein what you have incited,the feral core animatedby a curious breach.Your secrets have been kept long enough and I have no more to hand over now, like faint premonitions humming in the air,you'll know everything once this distance closes. Just like how my back curved into a helpless trembling archwhen your lips sealed aroundand began to devour me. Or when I was quenched by ambrosia throbbing fro...