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Chrysalis Quads. Transformation of four female humanoids into adult form. Models: Kay Ace, Rachel Lilly
A nightmarish experience of being trapped in a dark empty void based on an actual nightmare. Featuring Jemstarlight Moon.
Lady Ray Lynn luxuriating naked riding bareback on a white stallion at Muses in Wonderland. Model: Ray Lynn
Crouching Lion, Hidden Wolf. Models: Violet and Ava May
Lareina Tay in her bikini posing on our dock – She soon got tired of the bikini and did some nude yoga while basking in the warm sun and enjoying the cool summer breeze on her skin.
Ava wanted to go to the carnival clothes-free and get a good look (and give everyone a good look at her!) so she found a kindly Findolopus to carry her around. Model: Ava May
Olinka loves to play around and be tied up in the cage. For more from this set go to “Erotic” page. Model: Olinka Lickova
The Cage
In the shadowed realm of fractured thoughts, where echoes of sanity dance on the edge, there she dwells, a captive spirit, imprisoned within the labyrinth of her mind.
Her days are woven with threads of confusion, a tapestry of dreams unraveling, a kaleidoscope of memories, shattered, a mosaic of emotions, fragmented.
A solitary figure in the theater of her soul, she plays the lead in a drama untold, each scene scripted by the whims of delusion, a tragic tale spun by the loom of illusion.
Behind the bars of unseen walls, she paces through corridors of uncertainty, the echoes of her footsteps lost in the silence, a phantom in a spectral dance of despair.
The windows of her mind are stained, painted with hues of desolation, shattered panes casting fractured reflections, a distorted gallery of her own creation.
In the chambers where thoughts should flow, a dam holds back the river of reason, its waters dammed by the debris of despair, a reservoir of tears unshed.
She gazes through the bars at a world unknown, a distant realm where clarity resides, but the key to freedom eludes her grasp, lost in the recesses of a tortured psyche.
The chains that bind are made of whispers, the haunting echoes of a troubled past, and though she longs for the solace of release, the door to liberation remains locked.
A prisoner of the mind’s cruel design, she yearns for an escape from this inner cage, where the boundaries of reality blur and fade, and the bars are forged from the shadows of the self.