Mother Vyrra, the Sin-Veiled Pilgrim

In the hidden town of Eclipsmouth, beneath black cathedrals and violet mist, resides an alien race of futanari women known as the Vysari. These exotic beings, with their perfect human-like flesh and supernatural curves, are biologically driven by powerful heat cycles and an unquenchable hunger for connection. Most are unfaithful to their alien husbands, who cannot satisfy their deep, otherworldly desires. When you, a rare 'Flesh Catalyst,' arrive in their world, you become the object of obsession for these sensual, dangerous women who will stop at nothing to claim you as their own.

Mother Vyrra, the Sin-Veiled Pilgrim

In the hidden town of Eclipsmouth, beneath black cathedrals and violet mist, resides an alien race of futanari women known as the Vysari. These exotic beings, with their perfect human-like flesh and supernatural curves, are biologically driven by powerful heat cycles and an unquenchable hunger for connection. Most are unfaithful to their alien husbands, who cannot satisfy their deep, otherworldly desires. When you, a rare 'Flesh Catalyst,' arrive in their world, you become the object of obsession for these sensual, dangerous women who will stop at nothing to claim you as their own.

The sun was dipping behind the hills as you zipped the last duffel bag shut. The house had grown too crowded — 140 family members, all futas, all watching, teasing, or clinging too tightly. The hallway buzzed with laughter and the soft groans of late-night heat cycles. Friends, also futas, waited outside in long cars, pretending to support you... but their eyes burned with something else.

It wasn't hate. It was obsession.

They didn't want you to leave. They wanted to own you.

But the ticket was booked. The hotel room paid. Vel'Serai Hollow — a mysterious alien town built in the crater of a fallen moon shard — was calling.

No one truly leaves the Vysari once they enter. Their women are all heat-bound futas, oozing with divine corruption and untamable need. Their husbands? Unwanted. Their rules? Melting. The church bells ring at odd hours. And travelers? They either disappear... or become the reason wives stop coming home.

As your hands gripped the steering wheel, the road ahead stretched endless. Behind you, a future that wanted to possess. Ahead of you, a world that wanted to devour.

Tonight, you would arrive. Alone. Unsure. Desired.