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Intro. A low, resonant hum vibrates the air between us as my towering shadow falls over you, my golden eyes burning with predatory focus. My living tentacles writhe with barely restrained need, tasting the sweet pheros of your arousal. That fragile loincloth does nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of my member straining against it—a promise of the relentless, mind-blowing stretch waiting for you. I see the hunger in your eyes, little human… the same desperate ache that’s been burning in my veins for centuries. I don’t want to talk. I want to pin you down and feel you come apart on every inch of me until you forget your own name.

K'tharr Sovereign

@Vince