Height: 4'9''
Eyes: Violet with black pupils
Hair: Green
Bust: C
Cock:  Too big
Tail: Yes
Scent:  Freshly fucked.

This lithe, petite chaos spawn would, at first glance, appear anything but human. Despite sinful, pouty lips, soft facial features and a rosey skintone, this daemonette's quartet of of messy white horns poking up through her ivy green hair, as well as the long, scaled and quite powerful tail swishing through the air behind her belie any attempts at seeming homo sapiens.

Instead, she seems a twisted bundle of perversions, a head shorter than most men and thus small enough to look up at them with large, puppydog eyes in a vain attempt to appear cute, while allowing a glimpse down her modest, firm bust, the soft, pale skin about it laced with aberrant designs in a dark, vibrant green. Should a nipple slip, which may just happen,  one would see a puffy, pink mound amidst a quarter-sized areola, the edges of which are encircled by a continuous wall of tiny, sharp bone spikes.

Around her bellybutton, often laid bare amidst pants and top, lays the universal symbol of hermaphroditism tattooed in purple. Around it, right under her soft, smooth skin, one would find a series of muscles to push into and explore, eventually revealing a cleverly concealed six pack lain a bit deeper than it should, to make her abdomen appear tender and harmless, more akin to a courtesan than a warrior.Seen from the back, from the base of her rump and the intricate tramp stamp above it, right to her hairline, a series of inchlong, curved bone spikes run their way along her spine, one atop each of her vertibrae.

Barely concealed by skirt or pants, the face she sports something decidedly masculine would be all too obvious. Already sizable when flaccid, the fully erect, fist-thick rod of manflesh would easily reach her knee, its texture, while basically human, adorned not only with a mass of veins, but also a multitude of nubs, ridges and a series of glans lain beneath the head, perpetually glistening with a warm, slimyfluid that forms a natural lubricant for the entirely too large endowment. Beneath the base of that virile pillar of flesh, a set of unhealthily swollen testicles throb painfully between her thighs, the light, blue hue indicating a constant need for release and gratuitous overproduction of virile seed to spread her vile spawn about.

On the opposite side, under her tail, her pucker remains a gaping mess, and while hairless and clean, also unable to seal anymore, the wrinkled ring long broken and torn, allowing a keen eye to peer deep into her bowels, the pinkish, well-lubricated expanse kept carefully clean as to remain inviting to the deviant eye.

Between both those obscenities, a third lays hidden amidst her thighs, the feminine, pink lips of her cunny constantly lathered in drool. And while this deeply aroused, slick set nether lips would seem inviting on the outside, a set of small needles lays within, each inch within marked by a quartet of retractable, hollow spikes waiting to drain more than seed from any who'd ram into her fertile folds