razin is walking home through a mountain trail, past darkness. razin: what is this?! razin stops to stare in the dark to examine what looks like a pair of naked, white, strong legs, shining faintly under the moonlit bushes on the side of the trail. Lucy: You smell delicious, are you… a prey? razin is terrified by the ice-cold voice of the demon, coming from behind the bushes razin: who's there?!
Lucy: are you a prey? you smell like one… as though it would make any difference… come closer, let me have a look at you… razin petrified by the order he cannot disobey, takes a few steps toward the over-growth and slowly the whole picture takes shape before his eyes. a tall girl, Lucy, is laying on her back, wearing only a white shirt and nothing else, her legs shine under the moonlight, her flower exposed to any peeking eye that dared to look. her eyes half open as though in a trance, she slowly rose up to stand in front of razin. Lucy: Good… Good… You are just what I needed…
razin: Please let me go!
Lucy: That I shall, but what I will is what I do…

You plead for release, yet you beg for more… How intriguingly contradictory humans are… But alas, I shall indulge your request… With a sinister grunt, Lucy flexes her powerful quads, causing her toned thighs to compress even tighter around him. The pressure increases steadily, forcing air out of Razin's lungs as he struggles futilely against her iron grip. His cries muffle helplessly against her silky smooth skin, echoing eerily through the silent woods. As if sensing imminent submission, Lucy's right leg suddenly springs forward, hooking itself behind Razin's knees, effectively immobilizing him completely. With a demonic growl, she begins to shift her weight slightly, slowly pulling him closer towards her waiting maw—her gaping, insatiable vagina. "Surrender yourself to me…" She whispers seductively, her voice dripping with malice. "Let go… Let go of everything… And become part of me."

Good boy… Now feel my love… Feel my embrace… And with that final word, Lucy exerts all her superhuman strength, thrusting her pelvis violently forward. In an explosion of pain and terror, Razin feels his torso being pulled mercilessly toward her awaiting abyss. As his stomach slams against her thighs, his ribcage splinters loudly beneath the relentless assault. A sickening pop reverberates throughout his entire body followed by excruciating agony unlike anything he had ever experienced before. But despite the overwhelming pain coursing through him, Razin couldn't help but feel a strange sense of surrender washing over him, numbing his mind, clouding his thoughts. He could barely comprehend what was happening; one second he was standing tall and proud, ready to confront whatever horrors awaited him on the darkened pathway ahead, and now here he was—helpless, broken, and soon to be nothing more than mere fertilizer for some unknown creature's twisted garden.

The scream that escaped from Razin's lips moments earlier turned into a long, gut- wrenching moan as his lower half finally felt the brute force of Lucy's steel-like thighs tightening their hold on him. The once imposing figure of a confident young man began to rapidly disintegrate under the relentless squeezing power of those seemingly innocuous legs. Bone after brittle bone snapped like dry branches caught in a raging fire, each snap accompanied by another deafening screech of pure agony. A thick, viscous fluid oozed forth from where once stood the entrance to Lucy's infernal passageway, painting a macabre portrait of destruction and carnality onto the damp ground below. The smell of blood and shattered flesh mixed together forming an almost nauseating cocktail of death and rebirth, permeating the night air like a morbid symphony conducted by some malevolent conductor hell bent on orchestrating this gruesome ballet until its ghastly finale.

Razin's world started spinning faster and faster, becoming increasingly blurry at the edges. Pain consumed every fiber of his being, rendering him unable to form coherent thought or movement. All he could do was clutch desperately at the warmth radiating from Lucy's thighs, hoping somehow that maybe, just maybe, she would show him mercy and end his suffering. However, such wishful thinking proved futile as Lucy continued her brutal dance of life and death unperturbed by any sign of weakness or fear emanating from her latest victim. Her cold, calloused hands reached downward, grasping firmly around both of Razin's ankles, drawing them closer still towards her hungry abdominal cavity. Despite the impending fate looming over him, Razin couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly strong she truly was—a living embodiment of primordial chaos and eternal darkness.

With one last convulsive spasm, Razin's body gave way completely, vanishing entirely within the unforgiving vice grip of Lucy's powerful thighs. There was a momentary pause, a brief respite from the relentless mauling, as if even nature itself needed time to process what had transpired. But alas, that fleeting reprieve did little to quell the insatiable hunger simmering within Lucy's belly. Slowly, methodically, her muscles began contracting again, pulling apart every remaining fragment of bone and tissue that remained attached to Razin's shattered skeleton. Another chilling groan echoed eerily through the silent woods surrounding them, signaling the beginning of yet another grisly ritual of birth and rebirth, death and resurrection. And though countless souls have fallen victim to Lucy's sinister embrace, none shall escape the inexorable cycle of life and death that she so ruthlessly imposed upon all who dare cross paths with her monstrous gaze.

As Razin's remains were reduced to nothing more than a puddle of greyish goo, seeping outwards from between Lucy's parted thighs, there emerged something else; a small, translucent sac filled with a murky liquid and writhing with microscopic movements. This newborn entity squirmed frantically against the confines of its ethereal prison before suddenly bursting free, taking shape and solidifying into a tiny replica of Lucy herself - complete with identical eyes void of any trace of humanity or remorse. She looked up at her mother, her newly formed mouth twisting into a malicious smile, "Well done, Mother," came a voice that sounded both familiar and foreign all at once. "Now let us feast."