Meat Moth 6

Years of wilting and withering away come with a habit of picking and itching at one’s skin. While itching and itching, I began to notice the small face of a little creature appear through kissed bloody flesh.
As I sit with this small creature to have a glass of milk (which he drank alone since I am not too keen on milk) he begins to tell me I must create something. 'You must create something now! for I have nothing to read at night while I steal your blood'
shush shush my lille skapning I will make something for you....
so I now come to you with these 68 pages seeping and oozing with perversion, delicacy and cheap wiz.
made for all critters, creatures and demons.......