<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xv9F7wf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Pandora Moore (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337699.msg16033624#msg16033624)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/17<strong>Armor:</strong>1<strong>Exp:</strong>0/8<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">In that split second before Ophelia let her presence be known, every nerve in Pandora’s body and brain fried, her skin shimmering, ready for immediate detonation. Accompanying the silence was the smooth touch of her body, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension. Her eyes narrowed even as her royal blood began a gentle, anticipatory simmer beneath her pale skin. Every ivory slope stood on end, tingling, electrified, her breath rushing from her lungs with a fiery burn. Such savage sensations, only Ophelia could instill. And her lips traced the ridge of Pandora’s dainty ear, her silent artistry swirling and flowing. This was already too fucking much: more than anything she could have anticipated of little uneventful today except in her own depraved lust-laced dreams. She had been in love with the curve of Ophelia’s body, with the curls of her hair and the timbre of her voice since the day she had taken Pandora under her wing, and those lips had brought a brightness to her every day, both in their perky hue and the sun-golden words she shone. She had a way of sweeping Pandora’s legs away from under her, effortlessly leaving her timid and tremulous, not out fear, but pure blindsided adoration. Pandora looked ahead always to find the guiding light of Ophelia’s ever-bright flame.<br/><br/>Pandora’s chest tightened, her stomach tensing, the corner of her mouth curling upwards instinctively as Ophelia’s hands explored. Her body was set ablaze, the desire to be ravaged incinerating every other thought in her tumultuous mind. Or perhaps… just perhaps, it was time for the sensory fog to lift, and for Pandora to turn upon Ophelia for once. She wasn't entire sure if these thoughts were purely her own, but something... something stirred within Pandora's befuddled mind. She bristled at her words; knees weak as she leaned into Ophelia’s supple anatomy. The rasp of her prideful voice, and the cock-stiffening words she mused only fueled the fire that threatened to destroy Pandora’s very sanity. “Anything for you, darling,” she responded playfully, giving her wide hips a small wag, and pressing her bare bottom firmly against Ophelia’s crotch. “Maybe you will even do me the honor of parading me around the block.” She chuckled lowly, fingertips burning hot streaks across Ophelia’s thighs as she reached back.<br/><br/>She had this unshakable, unnerving urge, a feeling previously unexplored, to seize Ophelia, to bend and break her soft pliable body, to watch her writhe in a blinding flash of climax, branding her in a way she had done to Pandora dozen times, but had never been reciprocated. Heart thrashing in her chest, Pandora swallowed hard, releasing a long, shaky breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Despite Pandora’s apparent purity with those big, guileless and alluring blushes and her easy smile, there was nothing innocent about her, and what she could do. People had come on her, in her, smeared their throbbing cocks all over her, fucked her, thrashed her senseless, chocked and spanked her, and a whole slew of other indecent things. She had undertaken many similar pursuits, of course, and returned many favors in full, but with Ophelia, it was different, as if an unspoken agreement had been fashioned, that their power dynamics were to remain unchanged. Maybe Pandora was fooling herself, but she wanted to <em>touch</em>. She craved that reprieve, that moment toward the end, where she could watch Ophelia completely relent to her, belong to her, squirm under her wide unwavering gaze.<br/><br/>So flustered were her disorderly thoughts that she scarcely noticed the disturbingly familiar feeling of unseen digits drifting precariously across her skin - silently chiding her, tempting her, lacing their corrupting eldritch influence into her every blazing nerve-ending until finally, a timeless clarity descended upon her. Ophelia’s mischievous admonishments forced a coy smile to play about Pandora’s lips, and she responded deftly in turn. Her hips rolled softly, cheeks shifting gently, her dark locks cascading down her willowy back. She reached down, expectant of Ophelia’s teasing ploy, though she had a ruse of her own in the making. Pandora stood and turned; garments slung neatly across one shoulder, an ephemeral gleam flashing within the dark depths of her eyes. Alight, and pale with an iridescence not easily forgotten, her slender profile now sported a thick, vein-ridden, wide-headed cock most akin to that of a horse, hanging generously towards her knees with a pair of suitably large balls, hanging heavy with rampant desire. Emboldened and with renewed vigor, Pandora took a step towards her mentor, arms splayed wide as her new limb, basked in sharp blue hues rose to prominence, “Let me show you a real mess…”</div><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/6hrszbK.jpg)</div>