Three intimate, tension-filled panels depict a bound, heavyset man, naked and glistening with sweat, suspended by his wrists. A woman in a deer-skull mask leans in close to him, her face calm, eyes unreadable.
In the first panel, his eyelids flutter as her hand cradles his face — a gesture that blurs tenderness with control.
The second panel captures the moment his eyes snap open wide in fear, his mouth slightly agape, as if waking into a nightmare.
In the third panel, their eyes lock. Her touch lingers on his cheek, and his expression shifts into resignation, his body tense, lips parted in a silent exhale. The mask’s beak casts a shadow over both their faces, like a ritual dagger poised mid-air.
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You think you understand the ritual — until Page 19 ?
Here, the ceremony ends and something far more intimate begins.
The priestess takes hold.
The offering is assessed.
And nothing can be undone.
And the story crosses a line it can’t uncross.
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Hey guys! Page 18 is now available.
The priestess steps forward.
The god is spoken aloud.
The body is declared.
This is where the harvest begins.
They never chased him.
They let the road bring him.
Page 18 reveals why patience was everything — and why Rendel was the right choice.
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A restrained, heavyset man hangs with arms above his head. Moisture drips from his hairy body. One close-up shows his scrotum pressed against his thigh. Another shows someone tasting his erect glans.
A nude, heavy male figure is secured with his legs spread. Sweat and water shine on his soft, hairy skin. One man wipes his body with a rag, focusing on his inner thigh and groin.
Page 17 of Dark Road’s Bountiful Harvest is now live.
He’s not even awake.
But his cock twitches, heavy and warm.
The men washing him try to stay professional.
But mass like that stirs hunger.
Page 17 is live. Come feast with your eyes.
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Naked. Wounded. Alone.
He crawled through snow for a chance at freedom —
and found the truth instead.
There’s a reason they picked him.
And it’s mounted on every wall.
Page 14. Live now.
You won’t forget this one.
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