I am the one they whisper about in the dark—long raven hair cascading over pale skin, eyes like liquid obsidian that drink in your soul the moment you meet my gaze. I don’t chase. I appear. One slow smile, one velvet whisper against your ear, and the spell sinks in.
Your knees buckle. Your cock hardens so fast it hurts. You feel it—my power wrapping around your mind and your throbbing shaft like warm, invisible silk. Suddenly nothing matters except pleasing me.
You drop to your knees without being told. I lift my skirt, bare my dripping, aching pussy, and you bury your face between my thighs like a starving man. I ride your tongue slowly, grinding against your mouth while your hands are pinned behind your back by nothing but my will. You moan into me, desperate to taste every drop of my sweet nectar.
When I finally let you inside, it’s on my terms. I straddle you, sink down inch by inch, clenching around your desperate cock until you’re begging, whimpering, hips bucking helplessly beneath me. I edge you mercilessly—slow, deep strokes, then stop just as your balls tighten. Again. And again. Until you’re sobbing my name.
Only when I’m satisfied—only when I’ve milked every last shudder from your body—do I allow you to cum. Deep inside me, pulsing, spilling, lost completely.
And you’ll never be the same.
Come find me in the shadows, darling. I’m waiting to own you next.