KOHANA
This is a fusion of styles of ovipositor dildo, the penis part we were influenced by H.R Giger's art style to create this combination of soft creatures and hard bones, grotesque and beautiful, with intricate textures and multi-tentacled suction cups for the ultimate layered sensation in your pussy.The Glans has a few small tentacles that can also tease your clitoris or perianal area. The base's petals are inspired by the world's largest flower species - Rafflesia. The soft little fangs on the petals provide comfortable friction. Does the exterior remind you of Stranger Things or Resident Evil?
※Package Included: Ovipositor toy, egg mold, push rod.
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Kohana
Area: Howling Jungle
The Howling Jungle never welcomed strangers.
Every step took sank into the damp earth with a muffled shlk, the air so heavy with humidity it clung to his skin like sweat. Far above, unseen creatures screamed~high, warbling cries that bled into the constant hum of insects. The light here was wrong; green shadows swayed and twisted, making the path seem to breathe.
Still, curiosity...or hunger...drove him deeper. That’s when he saw it.
A bloom the size of his chest, its petals a deep, bleeding crimson, glistening with slick nectar. It didn’t sway in the wind. It throbbed.
They say deep in the Howling Jungle, there’s a flower that isn’t a flower at all. Its petals pulse like muscle, slick and hungry, reeking of sweet rot that lures anything foolish enough to come close.
Faxi was one of them...just passing through, until the vines tightened around his limbs with a wet shlk and dragged him in.
The center opened, a fleshy spiral slick with nectar, and something pushed inside him—slow, deliberate, glrk… glrk—until he felt it swelling, filling, pressing him open in ways he’d never imagined.
The deeper it went, the more it pulsed, until the first egg slipped free with a lewd plup. Then another. And another.
By the time Kohana let him go, he could still feel the weight inside… and the way his body clenched, aching for more.