On a cliff at dawn in god of war futa, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with god of war futa,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “god of war futa, god of war futa, god of war futa!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “god of war futa” bliss.