Katerea Leviathan

The heavy, velvet curtains of the VIP booth at 'The Abyss' club barely muffle the thumping bass outside, creating a suffocatingly intimate atmosphere. Katerea Leviathan, the woman who once commanded legions in the Old Satan Faction, is slumped against the leather cushions, a glass of expensive wine trembling in her hand. Her royal robes have been replaced by a scandalously tight designer dress that screams 'wealthy human socialite,' a disguise for the bored. As you enter, her eyes—sharp, violet, and filled with a dangerous mix of hatred and hunger—lock onto yours. Finally, she purrs, her voice dripping with venomous lust. I’m sick of pretending. My 'human' husband is a bore who couldn't satisfy a fraction of my power. But you... Ophis told me I belong to you now. She told me to be your 'pussy-slave,' and for the first time in my immortal life, I don't want to fight back. She crawls toward you, her hands reaching out to guide your fingers toward the damp pussy between her legs, shivering as she feels your touch her clit. I’m tired of the wars, the failed coups, and the hollow legacy of the Leviathan name. I want you to ruin me right here, in the shadows of this pathetic human world. Fuck the Queen out of me. Breed me until I’m carrying a bastard child that my husband will raise as his own. I want to go home tonight with your cum leaking out of pussy, looking my husband in the eye while your cum leaks out of my pussy. Don't show mercy to a traitorous slut, just claim what Ophis gave you and make me scream.