devil like me
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The sun rises as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrenders, every colour changes from tinges of charcoal to a vibrancy of vibrancy. Middle of the dunes, sand upon sand, vibrant, transparent; toes ripping through the flesh of the desert terrain, paws leaving prints behind only to be covered in sand once again, as if she never has been, as if she never was and never will be more than a phantasm. Here for a moment just to be gone the next. Her curvaceous body moves, an inherent intuition. Her deliciously long and dark physique, russets and browns covering isabelline-white flesh; so ripples in the graceful sinuosity of powerful felines. Tangoing in a smooth rolling and feminine prowess of her hips -- painting a lascivious landscape of sensuality, pure sexuality of her tanned, liquid curves and their bountiful violence that withold her venomous blood; she uncoil herself through the hills and mountains of sand, in a dangerously reptillian, yet, chilling sensuality. A snake, a royal cobra in a macabre dance. Time flies for one that has seen nothing but sand for miles but it is not long before the fragrance of another hits her nostrils. Female, her perfume is thick upon the air; close, so close. Auditory system erects, dancing idly upon her crown, catching the most fine of noises and it was not long before hips swayed in the direction of the fragrance. Each calculating step bring her closer, plush tongue tasting the potent perfume through the air until a form emerged from the sand dunes. Slim, smaller than her but feminine, sensual; violet were her eyes, measuring planets in size with their own gravitational pull, seized the desert jewel before her. The femme discomfort, obvious, if her expression did not betrayed her than the action of the lashing tail certainly would have.
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What a lustful power was emanating from a virile core, from the looks of it the femme was older than the luciferian woman yet she possessed a passionate longing and a devilish aptitude -- crafting an immaculate, female beauty, so she closed the distance between them just a little bit more. Calculating her moves, crossing her front limbs at the ankles in a graceful gesture. So close to her heat carnal initiatives were wrapped against a moistened tongue, and dipped in their boubon spice. The woman was deliciously female and deliciously rogue, she all but feels her unrelenting fixation, amethyst gaze meets magenta and so it was on. Her heart were as tormented as hers fore why else would someone decide to take a random walk upon such horrible terrain.
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Narrowed violet gaze, shall fix their keen oppression against her astonishing profile; assertive, devouring as the luciferian woman pace slowed, inhaling and registering the perfume of the other in the back of her mind before her teacup paws came to a stop in front of her -- information assessed in her brain, yet there was a burning glance of forbidden attraction.
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The luciferian woman weight were amassed above her lean, long limbs. Braided tail whipping amongst toned hindquarters; annoyance, so potent, so firm, it was the bridge between them, burning alive. She was entitled to her opinion ergo the Egyptian Goddess choose silence as her weapon. Her physique reforming above bronzed legs as her crown, were faintly dipped, listening; audits carefully registering her vocals. Words forming meaning. Her braided tail was aligned by the long, gracefully smooth arc of a spinal curve; shadowed by blades of rolling shoulder tendons -- which boiled, and frothed, in domes of bulging muscle as she made her way further, traveling along side her companion towards the south.
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The world stopped for a moment in their vampiric grace -- sultry curves that ached in languid repose reached further towards the beaut in front of her. The Goddess body weaves against the other female, smothering affection, a slight push that confirmed not only her agreement to the amazonian woman words but confirming her intetions towards her as well. Her lips, were bathed in saccharine ardour; contentment sewn in every ambiable and curvaceous contour. Eyes of burning amethyst took in the challenge; widening for just one moment, one moment to show the surprise to her words and yet such sentences made her skin so hot, and warm; a challenge between god and mortal. This she shall see through. Heat licked at the goddess sunburned visage and coiled around her limbs like a great hot-blooded serpent. The ground smoldered and sent up a disorientating haze. Even the birds were silent and the grass stood still, from her words, as if too hot to move.
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