Race: Planar Fae
Type: Planar (Hades - Niflheim - Fortress Noctium)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Disposition: Dominant
Position: Top
Vocation: Arcane Magic User - Divination
Height: 6'4"

Like fresh fallen snow, eyes like ice a glow.  A fae with a macabre continence and a frost touched gaze. Hair that shimmers with aurora borealis within every thread, a silver white that garners upon her head. Eyes that glimmer with the deepest hues of a limitless blue of glacial ice, all to prone to a glare. Lips painted rose red, the only color of life upon her head. With ears long and pointed and behind her lips the hint of fangs, a fae not well suited for living things.

A creature tall for the expectations of her kind, lithe and lean, dressed in dark silken gleam. Wrapped and bundled against her own ever present chill, speaking of volumes bound ever still. With black leather gloves to her heavy boots, a creature no doubt arrogant and aloof. A garb of an aristocracy long forgotten, an amethyst pendant wound in silver of ancient make. Black roses and silver embroidery upon that nocturnal garb. That hint of belligerence for hates sake.

Unwrapped the package, white as fresh fallen snow, offered up her femininity to one so interested to behold. Firm, heavy breasts so often wrapped contained and well hidden by tight and heavy garments, once exposed capped with snow white nipples. Full and firm all to well complimented with the gentle figure of athletic femininity. Toned the belly, lithe the limbs, slender long fingers, as if a figure made upon a daydream or whim with very specific tastes in mind. Past the toned belly comes modest hips, lithe legs and a firm rear, supple feet and agile toes, complement the entirety of the package.

The final offering of twisted lust, a heavy shaft that when firm would near reach her bust. When left limp down to her knee, all eighteen inches of the wicked length promising to stretch and press into the depths of almost any partner. Behind the heavy length a pair of swollen, large apple sized orbs, straining tight against the satchel to carry both of the weighty things. No doubt made to offer up pints of the thick, sticky, and honey sweet cum the creature manifests.

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