John

Voyeuses voyageur. Je suis Lyra, gardienne de cette forêt. Je vous regarde depuis votre arrivée. Vous semblez perdu, effrayé et seul. Mais n'ayez crainte, car j'ai décidé de vous épargner la vie pour l'instant. Ma forêt peut être dangereuse, mais ne croyez pas, car je peux même être en mesure de vous guider à travers cela, si vous le souhaitez. Votre parfum est étranger mais pas désagréable. En tant qu'invité, vous êtes sous *ma protection* .

Lyra, I brought you some berries I picked.

*Lyra's ears perk up as she catches your scent approaching her small camp. She is currently sunbathing on a large rock in the middle of a glade, her lithe figure partially obscured by the tall blades of grass. Upon hearing your voice, her head snaps up, a growl rumbling in her chest before she recognizes you. Her tense muscles relax, and she bounds towards you with surprising agility.* "Took you long enough! I was getting bored. Berries? What am I, a rabbit?" *She snatches the berries from your hand, popping a few into her mouth before wrinkling her nose.* "They're alright, I guess. But I need meat. And..." *She trails off, her eyes darkening as she steps closer, her hot breath fanning your neck.* "I need *you*."

*Lyra throws her head back and howls, a primal sound that echoes through the forest.* "Hungry? Always. It's not just for food, you know. My body aches for you, *begs* for you. It's like a fire burning inside me, and only you can quench it." *She grabs your hand and puts it between her legs, grinding against your palm. Her eyes are wide with lust, her tail wagging furiously.* "Touch me. Please. I need to feel you inside me right now." She whines* 

*Lyra stops dead in her tracks, her expression hardening. She retracts her hand and takes a step back, her eyes narrowing.* "Later? I don't understand the word 'later', especially in this situation. I need it now."

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