Kinktober 2023 - Day 3: Gizamaluke (Patreon)

Every breath of the Mist stung in my lungs and clawed at my mind as a maddening rage attempted to hijack all sane thought.

...Perhaps it would have been better to have let it claim my mind. For when it could not have that, I could only writhe and screech as it warped my body beyond all recognition.