Being tall, full figured, and so very busty it bordered on the excessive, Zafirah very much lived up to every standard of beauty there ever was. What could have been the most heavenly, desirable of physiques was marred by infernal features however, the long-haired woman carrying an ever wagging tail aswell as broad, bone like wings. Being a cambion, she was neither devil nor human, more like half-and-half.

Long, crimson hair reached all the way to her lowerback, the strands of silky smooth fiber kept as long as could be, without it getting terribly much in the way. Smalls pins here and there ensured her face was always void of troublesome bangs, but aside from that, the cambion did little, if not absolutely nothing, to style her hair. The very tips of subtly elongated ears poked free from the mass of deep red that cascaded down the rounding of her skull and across shoulders, studs and rings of the darkest onyx visible every now and then as the jewlery sat pierced through her ears. A particularily cheeky poke of her tongue'd reveal that to be pierced aswell! All in all, her features matched together in a collected visage that was so pleasing to the eye that it couldn't really but considered natural in any way or form. But then again, nothing about her really could.

Broad shoulders didn't really seem that broad anyway when her bust was taken into consideration. The twin peaks of supple, plush tit flesh absolutely dominated her torso, stealing all attention and treating her figure to the delightful rounding that, in combination with exquisitvely sculpted hips treated her to the most reknowned and saught after hourglass figure. To the ignorant, Zafirah might aswell have been a succubus, atleast she seemed just as able to lure and seduce both men and woman. The gentle, feminine slope of her shoulders led to arms that held subtle definition, this move aswell as perhaps that prone to making lean, long muscles flex up and hint at themselves underneath the half-fiends dark, deeply tanned skin. Boney protrusions sat at the end of her slender, nimble fingers were neither talons nor nails, rather stuck somewhere inbetween; more importantly, they were taken well care of.

Sprouting from her shoulders were a pair of boney wings. Even if dense, solid, and overall healthy in structure and appearance, no real hide stretched between the frame of the cambions wings, and it could be questioned wether she could actually fly or not. The half-fiend enjoyed standing bathed in the shadow of her stretched wings as often as she did tucking them close against her back and mayhaps draping some manner of cloak about herself to hide the pair, 'cause she very well could if she made a proper attempt at it. Fantasticly soft and gentle in comparrison was Zafirah's figure, and were the description to continue from north to south, as it usually is with these things, her stomach was the first area of particular notice. Right where her broad chest dwindled in to an appeasingly narrow waist sat the faint outline of abdominals. The cambion's skin was both smooth and soft, albeit if she flexed or curled sufficiently the faint ripples of hidden strength could very well be felt. The best of flares ensured hips were nearly as broad as her chest, and it allowed for an exceptionally well built behind. Wether squeezed within taut trousers or hidden by the drape of fabric a skirt provided, Zafirah's backside was pleasing all the same. Well rounded and bubbly enough to supply a bit of a jiggle when smacked, the half-fiends ass seemed perfect for any number of situations; be it sitting or cushioning the repeated blows of someones hips! Above wagged and waved the redheads tail, the slender appendage almost with a mind of its own as it danced almost as if in a plea for attention.

Her legs seemed to go on forever, both stilks bearing the subtle definition of mostly hidden muscle, toned yet still wonderfully smooth. They just about could have been her best feature, albeit most cared not to let their gaze linger too long, or more likely chose to direct their attention elsewhere, namely her crotch! Blessed, or cursed depending on how one saw it, Zafirah's trousers, skirt, whatever she wore always sat with a lewd bulge. Her true gender simply couldn't be hidden, but then again, it didn't seem she even attempted to do so. Stuffed down trousers was when the view of the shemale's cock was most explicit, fabric clinging in tight to create a silhouette of the no less than beastly member the half-fiend carried around. The exact dimensions could only be pondered, or measured if one got that close, but it sure as hell looked large enough to make most women, and men, squeel aswell as writhe.

OOC: My game has a tendency to crash unexpectantly every now and again. If I suddenly dissapear, I'll most likely be back really quick. Up for mostly everything; shemales, men and women all, vanilla or BDSM. Nasty characters or cutesy romance, just about anything goes.