Deva Reyer
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The initial impression this woman would give, is that she was some manner of undead, a mixture of preserved flesh and exposed bone. An understandable assumption, given her appearance, but an incorrect one.
She was a golem. A bizarre hybrid of flesh and clay golem at that. A standard skeletal frame beneath, ensuring a close approximation of a living form, with clay layered on top. The shaping, though, was incomplete in her current state, the left side missing substantial sections of it, and the head and neck lacked any clay additions.. The work that was present was clearly the work of a master, lovingly crafted with all the excesses befitting the isles she resided in. Hefty breasts wobbled as she stepped, as did the rotund rear she was saddled with. Beneath teh scant skirt she was garbed in, hung an equine cock of prodigious size and dark color. The only portion of her frame, clay skin or bone, that deviated from a pallid, lifeless tone. That dangling shaft, hanging freely from a carefully wrought sheathe that rested atop an equally impressively crafted sac (complete with firmer lumps within suggesting testes), gave some degree of hint towards her damaged, or perhaps unfinished, state. Despite the utterly ruinous size it would surely reach were it to rise, it was an aesthetic. Lacking an internal supporting structure, despite the density of it, and the firmness of its surface, it was, it seems, eternally flaccid. Coupled with the cold and clammy feel of her skin in most climes, a cast off incomplete creation would be a reasonable guess. Capable of speech, seemingly at least moderately intelligent and quite aware of her surroundings, she seems to be acting of her own will, though to what purpose? As for lights - No mascuine males, bathroom stuff, or graphic violence or torture. Her cock, though flaccid, has enough rigidity someone determined to make use of it could probably manage it The same for various sexual acts with her receiving, assuming they could get past the thought of grinding against a clammy piece of clay. |
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Player: | Dem Bones |
Gender (Visually): | Female |
Race (Visually): | Human |