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Choke Me, Spank Me, Pull My Hair



Nephthys

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Other
gems
504
size
Large
build
Light
posts
335
player
01-05-2019, 12:11 PM
 I am the drug, you are the consumer
The tempting, alluring desires rolled around within her in oceans filled with intent, with carnal craving. Sexual desire lulled her violet eyes, measuring planets in size, with their own gravitational pull; a pull that the man felt within. The Intoxicating scent pushed her onward, almost towards the edge of the pool. How bad she had been, how bad she was going to be with this fine specimen of a man. It was never good to wait so long for your next meal afterall and she craved more than anything. But she had been doing so well to ignore her heat until this very moment. It wasn't wise to ignore your natural impulses, the vampiric succubus knew. She needed to feed but she would abstain from doing so upon this delicious, ravenous brute. She was saving him for bigger, better things. Lips quivered at the thoughts held behind her cruel smile. Besides, what is the worst that could happen to let your instincts roam freely. The woman was used to such feelings, the ones of need and carnal pleasure but the intensity of her emotions in this singular moment were great enough to bring forth wonder.  Excitement even if she were to be honest with herself. Her audits rotated, flickered, towards the sound of his voice. Spindly limbs slunk forward mimicking his motions, approaching in order to fall int o his warmth, into his endless embrace that promised darker things to come. A smirk that could put the Devil to shame tugged at her ebon, succulent lips. He had answered her call with such eagerness; without doubt the temptress still had him wrapped around her claw. Part of the temptress wanted to question the male of his knowledge of the land but she knew better than to sound pushy, besides, there wehere other things in the middle, far more important. Enough talk. she purred, chest raising and falling as it collided with his own, endless fur mixing with one another. Hour-glass bodice swayed with his own, her crystalline waistline , drenched in attractive thinness was slammed into the delicious brute; the way their body compeled them to sin brought forth a celestial radiance. She wanted more. She needed more.

Fade to black


Flowers in Chania

Warning: this is a mature themed character.
She has a 20" caracal by the name of Alphonse. It shall be presumed that he is with her all the time unless stated otherwise.
Ithuriels, Hannibal and her pups are allowed to crash her threads regardless of the tag!

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