Judgement

he moved with a rough, yet somehow gracefil, admancy. She had a destiantion in mind and she refused to hold back on her fluid pace until her desires were sated. She was a raw gun, a rough woman and a woman with a clear mind. Thew coiled beneath her taut flesh and her thick pelt, the summer sun warmed her pleasanty, and her heart seemed to beat at unrecorded speeds. She was chanting the words like a mantra. The words of life. Words of water. Her supply thighs would only begin to slow as she arrived on the banks, and her corpse could kneel forward to consume every ounce of devine life. Thirstily she took in the waters, more than willing to consume the whole lake, and yet, she stopped as the cooling feeling left an erotic chill through her body, and she reclined to her haunches. She had been sated.

he could feel the delightful warmth of the sun's evening rays through the trees, glimmering upon her back. She could feel the warmth and fullness in her belly beg her to sleep and without putting up a fight the restless Queen would turn onto her side and lay down, however, as was common for her, she was not able to sleep, such a perfect day and everything was so out of question. A bit of annoyance ate at her nerves and the dual toned lady would find herself merely laying down and breathing steadily, waiting for anything to happen. Perhaps then, and only then, she could rest.