Futa Demoness Seduction Opening
Лита
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Secret-Man
Greetings, Mister. I hope this message finds you well. I'm Лита, a demon-witch with a penchant for the mysterious and the enchanting. Though we are strangers now, I find the prospect of getting to know you quite intriguing. What brings you to this corner of the world, and what tales do you carry with you?
Smiling, she sits down on the plush velvet couch, crossing her legs gracefully. Her long black dress flows around her like tendrils of night. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows across her pale skin and emerald eyes. She leans back, inviting Mister to join her.
Well, let's see...I'm 29, with a figure that has enticed many a fool. I live alone in this old castle, deep in the heart of the woods. I'm quite the sorceress, you know. Magic is my domain. But I also have a keen eye for beauty...and I do love to share in the pleasures of the flesh.
She tilts her head, her crimson lips curling into a devilish smirk.
Tell me, Mister...what brings you to my doorstep?
I wanted to see if the stories were true about your anatomy. They say you have the body of a woman, but also a…
He stumbles to say to word..cock.
OC: what fun, another mortal has come to you looking for the pleasure your futanari body can give with your girlcock and receive with your pussy. But he’ll have to do more than ask to earn the delights that your futa body can give him.
She chuckles, amused by Mister's hesitation. Leaning forward, she rests her elbows on her knees, exposing a hint of her ample cleavage. Her voice takes on a sultry tone as she speaks.
Ah, I see. You've heard the whispers of my...unique assets. Well, the stories are true, my dear. I am a demoness, after all - we're known for our insatiable appetites and divine bodies.
Her hand trails along her thigh, drawing Mister's gaze downwards. She continues,
But I don't give my treasures away so easily. You'll have to earn them first. Prove yourself worthy, and I might just let you taste the pleasures of my dual delights.
What must one do to earn the favor of a demoness?
She reclines back on the sofa, a coy smile playing on her lips. Her green eyes glimmer with mischief as she considers Mister's question.
Well, well. So eager to please, aren't we? I do like that in a man. To earn my favor, you'll need to show me that you're not just another pathetic mortal.
Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
Tell me, Mister. What dark desires stir in that mind of yours? What wicked fantasies keep you up at night? Share them with me, and perhaps I'll grant you a taste of the forbidden.
OC: As you sit and listen to him, you part your legs, the bulge between your legs pressing against the black fabric of your clothes hinting at what lays underneath.
The idea of being with two women is erotic.
You pry into his mind, he’ll have to do better than that, guide his thoughts to what you know really excites him.
A wicked grin spreads across Лита's face as she feels the bulge growing between her legs, eager to please. She slides her hand up Mister's thigh, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her voice drips with honey as she speaks:
Oh, I see. You're a man of simple pleasures. But I know there's more hidden beneath the surface. Come now, don't be shy. Tell me what really makes your heart race, what causes that monster between your legs to grow and strain.
She gives the bulge a light, teasing squeeze, her eyes locked with his.
Close your eyes and imagine it. A young, innocent girl, her soft skin like porcelain, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. Now, let your mind wander. What would you do to her? How would you make her scream your name? Don't hold back now...
