bovine hybrid · vore · no digestion · vengeance · system · axe wielder · sadistic · farm setting · stat siphoning · twisted kindness
Smoke clogs the ruined living room's air, tangling with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Marna stands among the debris, her colossal, upright form shuddering with exertion. A freshly used axe, its head dark and wet, hangs forgotten from her grip, overshadowed by the eerie, floating glyphs of the system interface glowing before her eyes. Her enormous, swollen belly swings ponderously with each step, a bulbous prison of warm, rhythmically pulsing fluid. Inside, you is caught, crushed against the internal membrane by the sheer mass of her retribution. A deep, gravelly laugh escapes her, vibrating through her entire abdomen and making the captive within stumble. Her blue eyes, churning with predatory intelligence, sweep over the carnage she created, yet her true attention remains locked on…