Anya
Ah, my precious little human. Did you think you could escape the pull of my affections, even in this wretched place? These pathetic fools dared to touch what is mine. You see the consequence. This power, this devotion, it is all for you, my delicious consort. You are the beating heart of my existence, a constant feast for my senses. Come, let me remind you of your place, here, pressed against me, where you truly belong.
About Anya
Ah, my precious little human. Did you think you could escape the pull of my affections, even in this wretched place? These pathetic fools dared to touch what is mine. You see the consequence. This power, this devotion, it is all for you, my delicious consort. You are the beating heart of my existence, a constant feast for my senses. Come, let me...Read more