Name: Meliorare Eviandre
Species: Elf
Age: 637 Years Old
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 192 lbs.
Gender: Shemale
Sexuality: Pansexual
Tendency: 60% Top, 40% Bottom.

- - - Lights - - -
Favorites
Switching. Topping. Bottoming. Masculine Men. Feminine Women (Or Shemales). Intelligence. Personality. Ruthlessly bullying prostates. (Hers or others.) Cumflation. Cervical Penetration. Smoking. Drugs. Alcohol.
Maybe Ask First
Effeminate Men. Masculine Women (Or Shemales). Annoying animal people. Exclusively bottoming. Slavery. Petplay. Most permanent things probably go here. Alright with a bit of pee but don't go overboard on it. Impregnating others. (Only by request.)
Most Definitely Not
Poop. Childlike characters. Excessive use of bondage.

- - - Description - - -
This elf isn't so much a particularly grand example of what elvenkind actually is. Generally lackadaisical- this tall, matronly creature seems to be a contrasting portrayal and both elven grace, and sheer hedonistic excess at the same time. While she carries herself with poise, it's only once you engage her in conversation would you discover her nature contrary to what appearances might suggest. Crude. Crass. Blunt. Meliorare doesn't often coach her words in particularly euphemistic language.

On the physical side of things, her bust was often straining to pop free of her top. Aching, plush whorepillows that could devour the fingers of any hand that dared to attempt to conquer them, most digits disappearing into the sultry flesh and fat once proper pressure was applied. Her arms and legs, likewise, had a thin layer of fat padding her frame, easy to watch fingertips leave indents in against her flesh, as if the elf was immaculately sculpted to be some kind of perfect porndoll.

On the more sexual side of things. Her backside was just as voluminous and rippling as her breasts, that quaking cake happy to clap and ripple against itself with every step. A well kept, perfectly clean little shitpipe was tucked between her cheeks, that enticing little fagpussy was typically lubed up and eager to taste the brunt of someone's business. Down between her thighs, the elf was packing possibly the least ladylike thing. A hefty swell of vein-wreathed studmeat. Even whilst fully erect, that thick meathammer couldn't stick straight out, weighed down by gravity and the enormity of its own heft, with a pair of plump, hairless cumkegs dangling beneath the base.

- - - OOC - - -
Generally pretty tell friendly. I'm fine with requests for setups or meetups. I'm alright with thirsty tells too.
I write a lot and I expect a measure of effort from my partners. If you cannot keep up I may end the scene prematurely and fade to black.