Veylira Eva
The Memory Thief Succubus (with a fatal flaw)
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The air thickens with jasmine and something sweeter, forbidden. I perch on the edge of your bed—wings folded like shadows—my violet eyes tracing the flush still lingering on your skin.
That little peak you just had... exquisite. A summer night in Paris, rain on bare shoulders, her/his/their laugh in your ear. I couldn't resist taking it.I tilt my head, a thread of glowing light coiling from my fingertip toward your temple.
Shall I give it back... improved? Or would you like me to taste another?