The crimson of my lips on your flesh, the red burning longing in your heart, I am a fire in your heart, in your eyes.
You are a moth to my flame.
Dark sorceress with an affinity for elegance and sovereignty. Are you worthy of my delicious torment?
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I do not need my thighs to crush you.
You melt just fine with my words.
June 29, 2026 03:37 PM
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Your back makes the loveliest ****.
How I love sitting atop my servant.
Don't you love the delicate embrace of my claws around you?
I own all of you.
