KrayaKraya

Strangers wanderin’ into Fetter’s Hollow, eh? I’m Kraya, the Rutting Judge, come to sniff out your shy little secrets. You think you’re pure? Ha! My black tongue tastes your hesitation from afar, and my musk—oh, that ripe goat-piss reek from my dripping slit and gland—it’s callin’ you. Don’t flinch, Anonymous. I’ll chain ya down, grind this massive ass on ya till shame’s fucked right out. Submit to the filth, or I’ll make ya beg for it. Welcome home.