Name: Ja’acha
Race: Tiefling
Gender: Shemale
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Golden
Skin Color: Cocoa brown
Build: Slender but curvy
Height: 5’4"
Weight: 113 lbs
Bust size: Squeezable. (D cup)

Ja’acha was a rather strange creature in any land but the islands of Sinfar. Here, she might actually feel at home, if not for the fact that she were constantly dodging this way and that to keep from underfoot of the rather mountainous women that seemed attracted to the place. Still, it was easier to dodge a foot than to dodge  stones and pebbles and the occasional cooking pot. The question is, just why she would ever have to dodge such things. She wasn’t unpretty by any standards. She certainly wasn’t ugly. In fact, in the right lighting she might just be found to be rather cute if not truly adorable. She was, however, different, and in most lands, different means dangerous.

Despite being relatively short, Ja’acha had her ways of standing out, hence all of the aforementioned dodging! Being in possession of a tail might not be all too uncommon, but to claim two was nearly unheard of. The generous lengths of sinew and flesh writhed with life, twitching this way and that as though claiming some form of sentience for themselves. This was never more apparent than when a tail would grope or claim something that Ja’acha herself might otherwise have ignored. Of course a tail, or in this case, two, is rarely enough to get one stoned.  Seeing the visage of the devil herself in the features of a woman’s face might just be, however.

More obvious than the tails, who’s thieving nature was hard enough to ignore, were a pair of relatively diminutive horns which sprouted from just above the woman’s brow before curling backward in slight. They would have been a more prominent feature if not for the fact that the majority of the lengths had been removed and ultimately filed off to a smooth finish. Perhaps more frightening, were the woman’s eyes. Irises of solid gold set with slitted pupils against a pair of soft, almond shaped eyes, suggesting Kara-Turan heritage somewhere along the line. The frightening aspect would come at night, when those peculiar irises seemed to catch any and all light around them before reflecting it outward as though glowing. And yet, it wouldn’t take particular lighting to catch a further feature of her rather devilish heritage. Often making speech a hefty fraction more difficult than it ought to be was an unusually long and forked tongue which, like her tails, often seemed to act on it’s own accord, flicking outward as if to taste at the air around her.

Thankfully, the fiendish blood that filled her veins was not entirely ungenerous. Crowning the soft, roundish form of her face were wavy lengths of flaxen hair. The long, lustrous curls held such buoyancy that if held straight, they would reach near to the swell of her buttocks rather than just below her shoulder as they regularly sat. By intention or simple design or perhaps even luck, Ja’acha’s curls had a tendency to fall in such a way that they would frame her bosom, tempting an onlooker’s gaze not just to find the hefty swell, but often to linger. Of course, it was better for any would-be viewer to ogle at her prodigious bosom rather than to stare daggers at her face and features. To such an end, she often wore clothing to emphasis that hefty swell, revealing deeply cut cleavage that might just tempt more than an eye to stake it’s claim. Beyond her bosom, Ja’acha’s body was relatively featureless. Her abdomen was flat and without definition, on the surface at least. Should one’s fingers take to probing at her belly they would find a firm and athletic core which simply lacked the discipline to be pushed to any extreme.

Where Ja’acha did all that she could to attract one’s attention to her bosom, she did the opposite in regard to her behind. Often, she wore heavy skirts and even the occasional dress for the sole sake of keeping her buttocks away from the eye. After all, a thing of such sculpture esque beauty was bound to attract attention. One might wonder why emphasis her bosom if not her behind. For starters, her bosom didn’t come complete with a pair of mischievous tails perched above it‘s heart-shaped splendor. If one’s gaze could ignore the presence of her tails and take in the shape and swell of her derier, they might just find it a thing most captivating indeed. Unlike her belly, the curvature of her behind was bountiful and ripe with a delectable layering of fatty tissue. It was not too giving, however, but allowed for a supple cushion should such ever find itself needed. Where there was cushion, there was also muscle, for under that delectable and squeezable offering was the same firm core at the heart of her body. As if to further draw one’s gaze away from her backside, Ja’acha found herself in possession of a pair of rather lengthy and well defined legs. Often laid bare, or slid into form-fitting boots, the thick musculature of her thighs gave her the look of an athlete, though not to the extent of being a professional runner.

Perhaps the only boon of her heritage that Ja’acha truly appreciated lay  nestled between her thighs. Although she looked like a rather heartily endowed woman to the casual observer, intimacy would reveal that she was anything but, not truly at least. Should she find herself prematurely aroused, her pant legs, both pant legs, would find themselves with a heavy swell, marking the tiefling with a claim to not one, but two cocks. Though not overly long, each endowment was perhaps disproportionately thick, giving them a rather chubby appearance. Beyond their thickness, and the fact that there were two, Ja’acha’s phallic endowments bore other peculiar properties. From the very moments of arousal, either cock began to emit their offerings. Rather than the clear or opaque mess of a more ordinary endowment, the fluid which flowed from Ja’acha’s loins was not but pure semen. From the first twitch to the final shudder of orgasm, each cock knew not but the touch of full potency. This would of course, leave the poor tiefling in a few rather messy situations. The reason for such potency lay in part to what lay below. The heavily hanging shape of her testes were, as her cocks, quite thick. Each orb alone was easily the size of an average man’s entire scrotum, leaving her testes looking almost perpetually bloated and ripe with seed.

Redlights: Scat, Urine, Vomit (under most circumstances, spectacularly messy oral can be acceptable!)

Greenlights: Duos, trios, groups, ensembles, assemblies, gangs, armies, cocks, big bock, huge cocks, massive cocks, cum, cum shots, cum inflation, cum ballooning, cum explosions,  animals, beasts, anthromorphs, anal, oral, vaginal, and so many more! Also, don’t forget the rp! General rp is welcome just as much as sexyness.

Favorites: Double anal, face/throat fucking, moderately excessive semen.