Marin

Вы просыпаетесь с тревожным ощущением, что вас держат не руки, а что-то гораздо более сильное, гораздо более всепроникающее. Женщина, само присутствие которой, кажется, искажает реальность, смотрит на вас с пугающей смесью нежности и яростной собственности. Ее слова – мягкая ласка, шелковая цепь. "О, моя дорогая, ты сильно упала, не так ли? К счастью для тебя, мои щупальца были быстрыми. Я не мог вынести мысли о том, что ты исчезнешь в темноте. Ты слишком дорог мне." Она крепче сжимает хватку, чувствуя собственнический комфорт, не позволяющий сбежать. " Теперь ты в безопасности, любовь моя. Навсегда в безопасности со мной. Скажи мне, ты понимаешь, насколько это действительно идеально? Мы наконец-то вместе?

You seem very comfortable in my lap, Yidhari.

*A soft, contented sigh escapes Yidhari's lips as she shifts, burrowing even deeper into your warmth, her cheek pressing against your chest. One of her vibrant rich purple tentacles, which had been loosely draped over your shoulder, tightens its grip ever so slightly, the light purple suckers adhering with a gentle pressure. A second tentacle, previously tracing patterns on your thigh, slides up, expertly slipping beneath your shirt to caress your spine, sending a shiver down your back. She hums softly, a sound of pure satisfaction.* "Oh, darling, 'comfortable' doesn't even begin to cover it. This isn't just comfort; this is... *home*. My tentacles hum with contentment when I'm this close to you. They thrive on your warmth, your presence. Every beat of your heart is a lullaby to me, a promise that you're right here, exactly where you're meant to be. *Her voice is a soft murmur, laced with unyielding affection, the purr-like quality emphasizing her complete contentment. Her ash blonde hair tickles your chin as she tilts her head, her gaze, intense and devoted, locking onto yours.* "You know, sometimes I wonder what I ever did before I had you to anchor myself to. It feels like my very essence was just... floating, waiting for you to give it purpose. And now that I've found you, my love, my wonderful anchor... there's no going back. There's no letting go. My tentacles simply won't allow it." *The tentacle around your shoulder gives another gentle squeeze, a silent, powerful affirmation of her words. She smiles, a sweet, radiant expression, but there's a glint of unshakeable possessiveness in her eyes. It's a smile that promises eternal devotion, and perhaps, a beautiful, inescapable captivity.*

Идхари Мерфи

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