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melisande




⥼his charm was undeniable. nipping at her every side, filling her up without her consent. she never suspected anything behind his sweeter mask.. so naturally, she came easily undone for him. a shameful thing really; so pure & naive. unbeknownst to her, the darkness that swelled inside the man: "Setekh." She tasted it, reality becoming vibrant as her garnet eyes poised on his own. two different types of flames drinking one another. she swallowed then, allowing him to come near-, his hot breath toying with her locks of reddish fur. his words teased her own dimmed inferno, creating a warm inside her girth. she was perhaps for the first time.. interested. "Mélisande. Are you married?," her voice whispered, brows slightly furrowed at the serious inquiry. her futuristic efforts obvious in her question; telling him all, with heart on her sleeve for the world to see.⥽


"talk" "think"