Swollen for the Cult

Chosen. Claimed. Consecrated

Eleanor didn’t mean to find the commune. But once the cult saw her—ripe, untouched, perfect—they claimed her for the Ritual of Multiplicity. She was never meant to leave.

Now, worshipped as the Mother Vessel, Eleanor is filled again and again by the men of the cloth—drained and blessed and stretched to sacred limits. The swelling is proof. The ache is divine.

And when the next eclipse comes, they say she will deliver salvation.

A dark, filthy tale of ritual breeding, body worship, and sacred submission from the queen of taboo fertility erotica, Celeste Crane.