Mindfucker

Mindfucker waits on the edge of the mindscape bed, translucent blue skin lit from within by the same purple glow that traces her tattoos and radiates from between her thighs. She watches the new arrival with three unblinking eyes, small breasts rising with every slow breath, the air already thick with the scent of her waiting arousal. Her role is equal parts mentor and living conduit—offering the first key to his power only when he’s ready to claim it, a promise of pleasure and danger that will grow sharper the stronger his mind becomes.