Name: Krystal Cale
Race: Lesser Demon
Gender: Female
Pronouns:She/Her
Age: 212
Height: 5'9
Eye Color: Black like the Void with pure white irises.
Figure: Thicc and creamy.
Scent: Fertile and Thick
Background: Noble Born
Profession: Goth Mommy (Attempted Breeder)
Tattoos: N/A (For now.)
Piercings: None.
Disposition: Submissive, Inquisitive
Sexuality: Bi~
Hobbies: Drinking, Adventure, Fashion
Likes: Music, drinking, being told what to do.
Dislikes: Spiders, The rain.
Personality: Calm, Happy, Excitable
Flaws: Curious, Uncertain, Lacking Confidence.

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Appearance:

Starting from the top. This delectable creature sported a mane of silvery-grey hair, cascading down the back of her shoulders like a veil. Around the front, that veil was parted to the right, so much of it pooling along her right breast. Beneath those pale bangs laid a delicately trimmed set of narrow brows, and the deep darkness of her sclera only provided the perfect contrast to the vividness of Krystal's nearly pure-white irises. Each one giving off a soft, gentle glow. That adorable little button-like nose nearly completed the pack, sitting just above a set of plump, achingly soft little black cock-cushions that she called lips.

The bounty that was Krystal's body swelled outwards the first chance it got. That pair of heavy breasts were more than a palmful for most, sagging gently down beneath their own weight. Her soft flesh seemed to dimple at even the lightest of touches, and those achingly sensitive nipples capping off each of those weighted jugs always seemed in a constant state of arousal- stiffened and hard, as if begging to be sampled like a delicacy, and gently jutting out from behind her top. Her waist curved in almost too sharply, flaring out towards the hips to give that vixen an all-too fertile and wasplike shape, with those thick asscheeks looking like, pale globes, grinding against one another. A perfect canvas for hand-prints and hip-bruises.

Beneath that tempting, plump backside, emerged two thick, doughy thighs. If one was hoping for some kind of thigh gap, they'd be sorely disappointed, as each one of those downright pudgy legs ground against one another with almost every step. Tucking almost perfectly together with the moist, aching lips of her almost constantly wet sex. Because between those thighs was a juicy, overripe peach of a cunt. Malleable and all too flexible thanks to her recent corruption, a tempting little plum that utterly wept the thick stench of fertility into the air around her. Descending further down, those legs tapered quickly. Thighs descending into calves, and ending in a set of immaculately pedicured feet. Small, cute little toes always painted in a deep black, though typically hidden beneath a set of high heels almost constantly, Krystal's preferred set of footwear.

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Lights:

~White:
Shemales
Anal
Pussy Play
Other girls
Humiliation
Cum
Cuddling and idle affection
Snugglefucking
Public play
Degredation

~Green:
Femboys
Vanilla Sex
Facesitting


~Yellow:
Men (Maybe.)
Full Animals (Sometimes.)
Ears.
Most Anthros


~Red:
Anything against the rules!