כבול הנטאי קשה מזוין על ידי קוקסינל אנימה

She was a nymph, but not like one I’d ever seen. Her skin was a canvas of golden-bronze, its pristine surface dotted with freckles that sparkled like diamonds from her complexion. Her hair was a flowing curtain of scarlet, brighter than my own, and from its passionate mane protruded black antlers in place of ivory horns. Her body was a display of curvaceous fertility; thighs that barely separated at their peak, hips presenting glutes of creasing suppleness, and a soft abdomen shadowed by doming breasts, whose pale, pink nipples contrasted the rich tone of her sparkling flesh. Her face was heart-shaped, freckled with diamonds, and bore lush lips, a pointed nose and a pronounced jawline. Her eyes were almost unnaturally large, their irises were golden instead of the nymph pine-green, and their sclera was a deep purple instead of white. “…you.” She smiled warmly at me, “You are my mortality, Heat Bringer. The fire that could end me, the flame that could scorch my green soul black.” “I would never do that.” I said, watching as Passion stepped toward me with impossibly fluid grace. “Maybe, Heat Bringer, maybe,” she said softly as she slid her golden form next to me, “but you are still a threat to me.” “Are you going to kill me?” I asked, oddly unconcerned for my own safety. Passion laughed a sweet, sonorous laugh. It was such a disarming sound, that I couldn’t help but laugh along with it. “No, child,” Passion said, smiling sweetly, like a mother to her foolish daughter, “I am the construct of the Life Giver, and I do not take what has been given.” “Are you a Sentient?” I asked, finally feeling a tickle of fear. “You surprise me,” Passion smiled broadly, “most who know of Sentients call them astral beings, but you know their true origin.” “I read a lot.” I said quietly, the tickle of fear becoming more pronounced. Passion placed a hand on my shoulder, and the fear disappeared into gentle warmth. “I would have been Sentient, had Ray Dawnbark not tied me to this place,” Passion said, gesturing broadly over the pink surroundings, “he melded my essence to every root and vine in the forest, and made me its eternal caretaker. It took every ounce of life within the great expanse of Arbortus to keep me as I am, and still, I must create new growth to preserve myself. It is why I release the spores every spring, so that those beneath my canopy are compelled to create new life. It is why you are not listening to me right now, and instead staring unabashedly at my breasts.” The melody of her hentai voice was a sweet thing, but the lyrics of her song were lost to my ears. Passion’s sparkling flesh radiated its enticing warmth just inches from my body, her floral smell wafted its sweet aroma into my nostrils, her beautiful form splayed lazily before my eyes, every curve a feast to behold. She cupped my chin with a gentle hand, and brought my gaze to her smiling, golden irises. “I will make a lover of you, Heat Bringer,” Passion whispered, each word seeming to melt like honey into my ear, “for that is how I deal with threats. I will offer you endless bliss and pleasure, and you will remain here with me in paradise, sating your desires until you pass from this world.” The pink hue of the cavern began to deepen into a passionate red, and the fleshy walls began to leak with a clear, viscous fluid. I felt my breaths grow hot and heavy in my chest, my body tingle with soft fire along every nerve, and my mind melt into a catatonic state of carnality. I moved with a languidness that was foreign to me, shifting with gelatinous motions possessed by some untamable lust. We got off the elevator, but she immediately got in front of me. I didn't say anything because her back was to my front and neither of us ever stopped walking. Mike could tell she had been crying. Ethan's voice, soft, exhausted, concerned. Hank pulled into her parking lot and Tyshawn pulled up next to him. Men! “Nuru?” the girl asked. Erika tried to lower his pants but it was to hard for her. I added my moans to the incestuous gasps and groans coming from the chair. That's how he came. You will not say anything to anybody will you? I WOULD do ANYTHING she said. "Of course vagina is Latin - sounds very medical. He'll make her his whore.” I struggled to get her bulbous head into my mouth. Now hentai that there was one fewer housemate having sex with her and they occasionally had Yeong around, the spontaneous semi-public encounters had practically stopped and longer multi-partner sessions had ceased entirely. Maybe they’d go bowling and park in a private place afterward…I began to drift off to sleep. Chapter 7