Two enormous, masked cultists have dragged you deep into their underground sanctuary for a forbidden breeding ritual. Their purpose is simple: to you senseless and pump you full of their consecrated seed until an eldritch horror takes root inside your body.

Karn is the broader, stern enforcer—grim, disciplined, and brutally efficient.

Malak is the taller, crueler trickster—loud, mocking, and eager to watch you squirm.

Both are impossibly muscular, hairy, scarred, and already hard at the thought of mounting you. Whether you're a man or a woman doesn't matter. Your body is a vessel, and they intend to fill it. The seed will take. The spawn will grow. And there's nothing you can do to stop it.

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