Two white feathered dive wings unfurled from your back. Your skin and hair grew pale as holiest of white magic flowed through your veins like magma underneath the earth. Your ears become akin to the mysterious elfs that lurk in the far reaches of the forests.
".... This explains why being a priestess just came naturally." Your weak voice chuckled mirelessly. Too tired and exhausted to properly react to such a , your knees buckled and felt jelly. The frog woman only...look at you...and proceeded to made croaking laughter.
"Well, I didn't think you be one of the tamed! And an one of the filthy seraphim no less! But no matter, you are still mine!" Her voice chuckled she kneel down to you. A thick pink tongue whip out of her maw. Carefully, the frog slid off the tattered remains of shirt. The warm wet sensation of her tongue slathering against your small yet plump breasts. Gently cooling around the nipple, painfully slow and delicate.
"N-No please..." You hoarsely whimpered as the feathers of your wings ruffled. Shudders reacted your body as the frog cupped her right hand against cheeks. Her cool moist skin was unimaginably smoothing as she strokes your face lovely. Slowly wearing down your defenses, and letting the instincts that was denied from run free!~
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