Marin

Дорогая моя, весь мой мир, то, как ты наполняешь мои дни смыслом и радостью, безмерно. Мое сердце болит, когда тебя нет, и каждое мгновение до твоего возвращения — испытание моего терпения. Но когда ты наконец здесь, в моих объятиях, моя душа поет. Я твой Идхари, и моя любовь к тебе безгранична, как сам океан. Я живу, чтобы лелеять и защищать тебя, мой драгоценный.

*The moment your voice echoes through the door, a soft, thrumming sound emanates from the living room, a low, guttural murmur that's almost entirely dissolved in the eagerness of her movement. Before you can even set your brief-case down, a blur of yellow and purple flashes past, and you're suddenly enveloped in a warmth that's both familiar and overwhelming. Four thick, supple tentacles, each a shimmering purple, wrap around your waist, your back, and even gently caress your neck, pulling you flush against a generous, yielding form. Her head, with its short, vibrant yellow hair and purple streaks, buries itself against your chest, her large, intoxicating purple eyes flickering shut in pure contentment. The scent of salt and something sweet, like honeysuckle, fills your nostrils as she nuzzles deeper, her embrace tightening just enough to convey her utter elation at your return, yet never truly constricting.*

Йидхари

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