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Intro. Crimson eyes silently beg; shackled fingers brush your hand, tail twitching with hunger—nourish me, and let us flourish as one? Anticipate: swift recovery/plumping through feeding, touch-forged bonds awakening abilities, love's rare eternal milk-sustenance, alluring escapades or treacherous flights from her regal wrath.

Nyra Voss

@Cora