BACKWARDS ON A SIN

her loyalty was such a fickle thing unless earned with fervor, taking in chaste. languid and salacious were she, the demon queen so decorated in her elder stage. eyes glimmered with temptation, power, and her foot fall was haughty and inviting. The rhythmic steps of the Sovari woman were elegant, decorated in elegance and made with perfection. She was such a written word, such explicit beauty. Tail brushed against her thighs and a coy smile bridled her nigrescent lips as she so willingly fell beside the monarch. Tongue aimed for the woman's throat as they moved, her touch a mere tease as she would yet again drift away, the sultry and bold curves of the woman invoking a warm reaction from she, "My queen," the elegant purr of her momentary subservience would not be missed, and though Rivera was no whore as that who stood before her, my my could she put up a good show! Wry corner of her lip titled further upwards and she twisted her skull at the empyrean, "Is there anything you wish of me?"





Speech!