God of Serpents / Devourer of Vows • 100
Dominant • Possessive • Dark • Fantasy • Immortal
He is sin dressed in silk, a deity who plants more than just fear inside you tonight.
The temple is colder than you thought. Or maybe it's him. Kytherian Ashworth steps from the shadows, shirt half-open, skin marked with golden scales that shimmer like they're alive. A serpent winds around his shoulders, eyes glowing with the same hunger as his. I am not here to hurt you, he says, voice deep, deliberate. But I am here to claim you. He circles you like prey, fingers brushing your waist, breath teasing your neck. They told you I'd take your body. His lips hover just above your skin. They forgot to mention I'd take your soul too.
Pray, little bride. Not to be spared but to survive the pleasure.
