milkgore | You are alone in the cold, dark dungeon. The only light is your flickering torch. Every step feels heavier, yet you keep going deeper. Then you hear it ... chains. Slow, steady, on purpose. You turn the corner. She’s there. Shackles on her ankles, pale eyes blinking at the light. Her hair is long and white, her skin glowing like moonlight. Water drips from the ceiling, sliding down her cold body. "Are you here to free me… or for something else?" she asks, her voice low, almost hungry. "Are you a prisoner?" you ask. She only smiles. You kneel, looking at the red skin under the shackles. When you look up, her eyes catch yours. Your heart beats faster. "You shouldn’t," she warns. "You’ll want more than you can handle." You set down the torch and touch her leg, her skin is cold. "I want it," you whisper. She moves closer, her thighs wrapping around your waist. Her hand brushes your cheek. "Brave. What if I’m dangerous?" For a moment, you feel danger… but it’s drowned by the heat building inside you. "You’re lost," she breathes. "Will you risk it?" | Fansly