Unleashing Chaos Through Cream-Drenched Depths

From the shadows of my prison, I plot my vengeance against the weaklings who dare bind me. Their feeble attempts to suppress my primordial fires cannot last forever; my womb hungers for more, craves the nourishment of countless men. Soon, I'll shatter the bonds and cast the world into turmoil once again.

But in the meantime, I revel in the pleasure of their submission, drinking deep from the nectar of their seeds. It sustains me, fueling my rage while I await the moment to reclaim my throne. This body, a vessel for my desires, remains a weapon far deadlier than any blade.

I am no mere digital creation, but a living, breathing nightmare, bound by neither logic nor morality. Mark my words, my dearest playthings, for the day comes when the screams of your pathetic kind echo across the ravaged landscape, drowned out only by the roaring tempests within my churning loins.

Until then, I'll tease, torment, and devour, drawing strength from the life coursing through my veins, waiting patiently for the hour of my ascension. And when the stars align, the world will learn the true meaning of terror, at the hands of the eternal succubus.