Milla's innocence is no match for the insatiable hunger of the worms. They slither and squirm, exploring every inch of her untouched flesh, driving her wild with forbidden lust. She gasps and moans, her body writhing as she's filled with their pulsating forms. The worms' cum seeps from her, marking her as defiled, yet she can't stop, can't resist the all-consuming pleasure. The Wind Shrine's sacred halls echo with her cries of ecstasy and shame.