Come and get me, my sweet little King

He pale being would succumb to the call of an unfamiliar, coral forelimbs tracing the boundaries of his golden kingdom with an effortless ease that had so grown to come unconsciously, to feed silently from his pride. It was but another call from a woman, a firm summon that would perhaps suggest a mild sense of craved authority; a firmness to feminine tones that would only fuel him more so, eager with the bustling of his curiosity as he would ponder the womans loitering intentions.

She was quite the appealing little temptress, although in reality somewhat large, her coat boasting of peculiar smoke, ashen smoulder, intertwined with the delicate pallid that would etch her nape. A wry smirk would tweak the corners of his pale lips, meandering elegantly to cease barely two meters from the woman, towers alert as he would chuckle weakly, ?What a pretty creature to waltz so willingly to my door. Oh, It would so break my heart if you didn?t plan to stay, tempting demoness.?