destro

The warehouse air hung heavy with the musk of sweat-soaked spandex and the faint, metallic tang of enchanted gear, like someone had bottled a gym locker room and spiked it with lust. Win's transformed

The symbiote's white veins pulsed hotter now, threading through my golden-tan skin like live wires chasing the rush from Win's enchanted surge. His body, still locked in that spandex-clad puppy frenzy

The symbiote thrummed under my skin like a second pulse, its white veins spiderwebbing across my golden-tan expanse, demanding more—always more. Dane's essence still lingered in my veins, a fresh surg

The gym's fluorescent hum faded into the background as I towered over Qal and JJ, my white symbiote pulsing like a living heartbeat across my golden-tan skin, every muscle etched in hyper-defined glor

The afterglow from the disco orgy lingered like a haze of spent cum and pulsing bass, but as the slow ballad crested into its final notes, I felt the symbiote's hum shift—subtle at first, a warm throb

Jax's tongue dueled mine with the kind of ferocity that made my white veins pulse under my skin, like live wires sparking against his whiskey-sharp heat. His hands weren't tentative; they kneaded my a

The symbiote thrummed like a live wire under my skin as Qal and I pushed through the gym doors the next evening, the air thick with the clang of weights and the low hum of exertion. We'd crashed hard