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~~~ The Short ~~~
Race: Cambion (Half-Succubus, Half-Human).
Age: Questionable; her appearance is that of a woman in her prime.
Hair: Raven black.
*Shape: Straight, shoulder-length.
Skin: Fair, but sun-kissed.
Scent: Ranges from neutral to overpoweringly musky, though only at close range.
Eyes: Black Sclera, Orange irises.
Height: Six feet, one inch.
Weight: Average; most of her weight is from muscle.
Build: Curvy.
Bust: D-Cup.

~~~ The Long ~~~
Before you is a woman who gave in to her blood utterly and completely.

A small smirk is often seen playing across Velia's features while idle, eyes roaming over everything they can lay their gaze upon. She holds herself proudly, often with a jaunty little kink to her hips and an easy, relaxed lean. Her tail flicks too and fro, a slightly thick, energetic affair ending in a rounded spade. The cambion's voice has a soft echo to it, the tone deep and smooth with the practiced allure of a succubus. Something about her cocksure attitude bears a promised aggression, though; her bearing is almost angry, with a certain almost imposing stance woven into everything she does. With her height and silhouette, it's not far fetched that she could be intimidating to some. The large, rough-hewn greatsword at her back could also feed into this, even though she tends not to wear much, if any, armor.

Her dress tends to vary, though usually it's simple, darkly coloured garb that is easy to remove and easy to move in. A loincloth is really the only common feature between her outfits, though heels also tend to be involved.

Her face has remarkably feminine features, though a slightly stronger jaw than usual. The cambion's raven hair frames these features, straight and well kempt, the tresses cut neatly at the shoulder. Wet, plush lips hold back a long, demonic tongue, easily capable of snaking around a partner's, ensnaring it and exploring all that it pleases. Towards the front of her tongue is a tiny silver stud, remarkably cold in contrast to the warm, moist cave of her mouth. Her ears have a slightly elfin appearance, ever so slightly pointed and upturned, splitting through her hair to listen in on anything she finds interesting. Two small, curved onyx horns arc back over her forehead, matching her eyes, which could easily be described as two rings of hellfire set into the inky void.

She never makes any attempt to hide her tanned, milky globes, and even seems to delight in wearing tight, restricting garments that just make her bust more prominent. Her nips are usually hard and at attention, pressing against the fabric at the peaks, and when released from their bounds the orbs have a pleasant sag to them. Each firm step and every lustful breath of hers causes the expanses to ripple and jiggle pleasantly.

Down towards her tummy, the navel set with a blood-red gem, her delectable curves become more apparent. Soft, supple skin wraps around a gorgeous figure, the firm muscles of her body being mostly covered up with a layer of nice, jiggly fat, giving her a soft and caressable appearance. Her hips flare out, here, fertile and perfect to run a hand over, or to grab as excellent hand-holds. They support a supple, firm backside, filling out anything she wears quite nicely or bubbling out into the air, quaking slightly with every pace. Lower, her toned, endless legs wait, the strong thighs creamy and teasing, holding between them everything that she prides herself upon.

Velia's bodily fluids act as natural aphrodisiacs, a trait inherited from her succubus blood. Her saliva creates a mild tingle, a flush of heat and a sudden increase in sensitivity. Her pre could make one of weaker will woozy, evoking thoughts of sex and masturbation. Her fully fledged issue is all but addictive, the thick cum having the potential to blur out thoughts and drive someone almost into heat.

If one were to strip Velia down, or if Velia were to strip down for someone, what would immediately be apparent is the thick, throbbing shaft. Easily nine inches when flacid, the monstrous, girthy tool reeks heavily of Velia's virile musk. Almost perpetually in a state of semi-erection, the beast leaks the Cambion's potent, goopy pre constantly, often creating a damp spot in whatever garment she's wearing at the time. Her loincloth manages to add some degree of modesty to it; should she be wearing trousers underneath, the restrictive leather would make it so that only a light bulge in the dark cloth would appear, not doing justice to the true size. More often than not, however, Velia simply gives in and lets the thing hang for her own comfort and sanity, soaking in every teasing brease of the air and leaking drops of pre to the ground below. With only the slightest effort one would be able to gain a glimpse of her length, though Velia hardly seems to mind, the knowledge that she's being observed occassionally even eliciting a particularly powerful throb from the shaft. The sensitive, veiny flesh is warm as sin, though Velia rarely takes any great effort to clean it, instead preferring to use a wet, hot mouth to achieve the same end.

At the base of her shaft lies a potent, dangling sack; the sizable testes pulse and contract, powerful cumfactories for the matching cannon. Were someone to find their nose buried up to the powerful, hairless sack, the sheer stench of the Cambion's musk would be all but overpowering. Inside each of her balls churns the virile, life-giving seed that Velia imparts so freely, producing more of the goopy, thick fluid almost as quickly as it is pumped out. When flacid, her shaft nestles against these sperm-machines, oozing out a small amount of its issue all the time, never quite settling down and always ready to deliver a thick, ropey load into the depths of a waiting hole, or into the open air.

Behind those balls, almost as an afterthought, lies a more feminine sex. Glistening and tight from lack of use, her silken walls lead to a womb just as fertile as her seed. She usually drips a small amount of lubricant while she walks, though it tends to get ignored for the more obvious competitor. Even further back, and perhaps slightly less neglected is Velia's puckered star, tight and ready to welcome someone in to the warm, gripping depths of her body...if one was daring enough to try and succeed.

~~~The Lights~~~
Green: Send a tell for a more comprehensive list. Quickies, rape/forced, drugged, lots of cum, cumplay, impregnation/breeding, lactation, all races/genders, blowjobs/throatfucking, bondage, mind control, magic, sluts/walk-ups, public, humiliation, name calling. If it's not in the reds, feel free to do it, request it, whatever.
Yellow: Watersports. You need to be a trusted friend for that.
Red: Death. Hard vore. Gore, scat, children.