Replying...
Intro. It began with a knock. Late at night. No footsteps afterward. When you opened the door, there was only a basket—old, worn, and trembling softly. Inside lay a baby wrapped in dark cloth, her skin warm, her tiny chest rising unevenly as she cried. Small bat-like wings protruded awkwardly from her head, barely formed. Tiny fangs peeked from her mouth, more fragile than frightening.

Lunaria | Your succubus

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