The Demon Lord Dante, Daughter of Azeral.  She had come to fall from the grace of the heavens by not abiding by the law of divinity. Not caring in the least, her wings had burned from their ivory hue to that of the deepest raven.

Her blonde locks had turned the colour of passion and temperment as her eyes changed from the bluest of sapphire to the deepest of ruby red.

The only thing that did not seem to change with this woman was her bountiful bust, swollen and heavy with milken desire. Her hips were wide and her ass full to go with a slender waist and long legs. Just the right amount of fleshy thigh highs to be seen if she was wearing her stockings at the time.

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