Within the darkness that blanketed its entire territory in silence, a divine beast lay asleep upon its throne, illuminated only by the faint ray of moonlight filtering through the night sky.
Its pristine white skin, revealed beneath a crimson nightdress, was proof of its divinity. Its elegant, flowing black hair—darker than the night sky—could mesmerize anyone, while its alluring figure could make any man kneel and beg for the fulfillment of his deepest fantasies.
It was called by many names: a goddess, a witch, a predator, the false twin sister, and countless others—or more simply, the lewd girl who howled all night in the storehouse like a beast in heat, mating with her husband.
Yet, among all those names and tales, one thing always remained the same:
The divine beast, now opening her lustful eyes and rising from her slumber, craved the taste of her lover—his flesh, his blood, and especially his seed.
