So I've been a symbiote mood lately and came up with my own "symbiote-sona."

This is Salazar. Yes, this is Ai generated, but I was having more fun with it than I anticipated I would and these pics came out so damned good I had to share them.

I thought of the name "Salazar" after my Slytherin playthru of Hogwarts Legacy. Of the founders of Hogwarts was a guy named "Salazar Slytherin". The word "Salazar" sort of does sound like a name a demon or dark lord of some kind would have, ancient, kingly, makes you use your tongue and hiss through your teeth when you say it but it only means "Old House" or "Old Hall." An evil sounding name that isn't really all that bad... kind of like snakes.

As a species, snakes get a bad rep methinks. They were once symbols of healing and resurrection. Hell, the Greek Snake God Asclepious and his staff is STILL the international symbol for medicine, but I really went with a snake body because I learned snakes keep their penises sheathed in a slit until they're ready to mate. And since he's a symbiote, he can shape-shift between legs and a snake tail at will, or into any animal he wants but snakes are his favorite so he keeps the slit and snake dick. Not strictly speaking androgynous but I find something about it hot as fuck especially since he chooses to maintain a muscular, masculine form.

Just Imagine how amazing it must feel for him to have someone's fingers, tongue, dick or even his own tail, sliding in and out of that cunt-like slit, rubbing against his cock in a tight, warm and moist cavity as his body quivers and shakes until he paints his own insides and lets his rock hard and leaking monster dick slide out of his vagina-like sheath dripping, lubed, throbbing, sensitive and hungry for more. Yes. We are so hungry! Hungry... for you!

FUCK! Thinking about it is turning me on! Look! It's turning him on too! Look at him flex his muscles for you. Enticing you. DELICIOUS!

Salazar had been knocking around in my head for a while, long before I even had a name for him. I struggled for years to find a name he would like. I heard it was like a witch's spell, a thing must be named or it will never come to life. At last he has a name. At last he lives! I wanted to personify what Touko Laaksonen called "The Spirit inside, urging me back to living."

When I put on my leather or rubber gear, when I pull on my favorite skull mask, Salazar is summoned and gives me the strength and desire to continue to live when times are tough. He embraces me. Protects me. Becomes me. Salazar reminds me that there is still plenty of dark, depraved and dirty sex to be had with the men and women of the world before I die.

Look upon him. Look upon my savior! Look upon US!!!

WE ARE SALAZAR!!!

HAIL SALAZAR!!!

HAIL SATAN!!!