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POV: You bratted to an Affini

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You bite an affinis vine.

Then the most refreshing, cool water bursts into your mouth. Coating your tongue and spilling down your throat.

Everything starts to feel warm and tingly, the affini looks down at you with a sweet smile.

You bite down harder and are rewarded with more of the sweet cooling water, you need more.

You move further down the vine and bite again. You don't even notice the tip slip into your mouth.

You bite over and over. The vine slides into your mouth further to give you easier access.

But.

Eventually she stops. You whine. Feebly demanding more.

You look up at her, ready to give her a talking to.

But she's looking down at you with a smug smirk.

You realise the vine you've been chewing on is very deep in your mouth, almost down your throat.

You feel need slowly fill your body as the seconds tick by.

She leans in closely, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"Beg, Petal~"

Going to bite an affini’s vine so they give me xenodrugs and pets >:3

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Anti Capitalism Cone

A HDG Microfic. Featuring Forcefem, and a ward who just needs a little push.

“...you're evil" 

“Oh petal, it's really not that bad. It makes you look cute!" 

“It makes me look like a girl" 

“Do I need to say it for you or~" 

“All the stories were true" 

“Only the fun ones~" 

“Just send me to the mines" 

“You want another Minecraft playdate with Lacy?

"... Yes. But that's not the point!”

I gestured to the floor length skirt I had woken up in.

"WHYAMIINADRESS!”

Espirina, my ‘warden’ shrugged, her vines subtly adjusting the pleats of the skirt.

"You kept trying to pay for things, it's a symptom of capitalism poisoning.

So we had to put you in a cone so you couldn't reach for any theoretical wallets." 

“A CONE!?!? LIKE A PE~

I stopped myself before I said something I couldn't take back. I slipped off the edge of the bed and paced around the room.

“A plausible excuse. But as I'm sure you're aware, I'm not wearing pants." 

I stared at her, hoping looks could kill. Or at least maim. Wilt?

“Well you're already wearing the cone. And it's rather fashionable, why wear pants as well?" 

“And the matching shirt?" 

“Ward or not, I refuse to have anyone under my care look bad”

"You also did something to my hair, I can feel it”

She smirked and looked away.

"I did, but you'll have to find a mirror to see what I changed.”

"Well I would.”

I gestured around the room

"But somebody turned all the mirrors off.”

I said, as dry as I could muster.

"Petal… you kept flinching and wincing every time you looked in one, it's for your own good…" 

She looked down at me with a sad look in her eyes.

It was my turn to look away, It was true.

But she didn't have to say it out loud.

"So… what's today's agenda?”

She perked up, taking my hand and leading me out into the main room of the hab. Was she always this tall?

“We're going to be testing out the cone by taking you to a cafe. Also, I need you to take this pill" 

She held out a hand, revealing a small flower shaped pill in the centre.”

" What is i~”

"Open~”

My mouth dropped open obediently, and she quickly slipped the pill in my mouth. It dissolved on my tongue.

It was sweet.

Tingly.

I…

I….

I don't know what happened there.

My cheeks felt warm.

Before I could compose myself I was being dragged outside.

Down the path outside my warden's hab and onto the street.

The cafe wasn't exactly far.

But I wasn't looking forward to the prospect of walking so far in heels.

Wait…

Heels?

I looked down, but couldn't see past the hem of the skirt, and whenever I tried to stick my foot out the skirt followed.

I grabbed at the fabric, trying to pull it up. But it kept slipping out of my hands.

"Sweetie, I know you're desperate to show off.

But I don't think public exposure is the ideal first step.”

My cheeks burned harder.

" S-shut up, I'll make you p…”

My words faltered on my lips.

“I-ill make you pa…”

The word felt weird on my tongue.

" Wha-”

Before I could finish the thought I was plucked off my feet and held by my warden.

I yelped and grabbed at the vines making up her chest.

"Espirina!”

The soft fabric of the skirt pressed up against my legs, and I noticed something for the first time.

"Did you shave my legs!?”

I squeaked out, shivering at the unfamiliar feeling. Deciding the burning feeling on my cheeks was from the embarrassment and NOT because I was being bridal carried by a very pretty plant.

“Yes" 

She looked down at me in her arms.

A new look in her eyes.

A dangerous look.

“Would you like an itemized list? Or would you prefer they keep being surprises~" 

I couldn't speak, she interpreted that into an answer and began carrying me to the cafe.

Before long I was the focus of every passing affini.

I hid from their stares and delighted coos in Espirina’s chest. It felt… Comforting somehow…

Fortunately the destination wasn't too far away.

And I found myself placed at the counter. Staring into the eyes of the floret on the other side.

… She was shorter than me last time we were here. What was going on.

Before I could question my warden the floret squealed in delight and began jumping up and down.

I backed up into Espirina, unsure what was happening.

A  vine shot out of a doorway in the back and jabbed the girl in the thigh.

She slowly settled down from squealing with joy to vibrating with excitement.

“Haha-ha-ha… sorry, I don't often see such a CUTIE! come by. Especially one I haven't seen before.

But… we only saw each other like… a day ago.

Wha-

I looked up at my warden, who shrugged innocently.

“We’ll have my usual mineral blend water and a hot chocolate.”

Oh right, the cafe.

I tried to reach for my wallet, but was met with fabric.

The other side?

Nothing there either.

This thing had to have pockets somewhere. This was the compact for stars sake. I tried pulling the dress up to get underneath it.

But it just slipped out of my hands again.

“Oh, my stars" 

The waitress gasped.

“Are you trying to curtsey?!" 

“N-no! I-i’m trying to p-”

I tried to defend myself.

“I want to p-” 

The words got stuck on my tongue.

I froze, my face burning so hard I was certain it was never going back to normal.

I didn't know what to do.

Fortunately Espirina picked me up and carried me over to a booth. Placing me down inside it and sitting opposite.

I still struggled to think clearly until the cup of hot chocolate was placed under my nose.

I blinked a few times. Looking up at Espirina, and the drink she held out to me 

I took it gratefully, taking a long sip.

I felt the warmth spread through me.

At least… I had Espirina. She was nice, and very helpful.

Maybe after my wardship ends we could still remain friends.

That would be nice.

I kept slowly sipping at my tea, looking out the window.

My eyes caught someone else's just on the other side of the window.

She was so pretty, curly hair, a cute blouse.

I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Stars she really was pretty.

Maybe I could-

No, Affini medicine was amazing, but there was no way it could do that to me.

I took another sip.

She did the same.

Haha, what timing.

She giggled when I did.

Wow, we really were in sync.

We…

Oh.

Oh

I looked at Espirina in alarm.

“Tha- wha- who- huh- me???”

I looked back between the window and her.

My reflection following me perfectly.

“Yes dear?”

“Really?!”

“Yes dear~”

“you made me look like a gir?l" 

“Do I need to say it for you or~" 

“All the stories were true~" 

“Only the fun ones~" 

“Does that mean…”

“If you'd like to”

“I would… Mistress”

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Feminising Class G's

Blahaj Blast

if i'm putting anything from the backlog, here have the combination domestication center/taco bell.

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STOP using anti-princess language!

When a princess falls over, DO say

-very graceful, your grace

-how cute, my lady!

-well done and very ‘moe’

DO NOT say

-laughter

-wow, again?

-do you need help?

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If I flirt with her does she start whirring louder and louder as she struggles not to flood me with Class-As

affini that covers herself in bioluminescent moss that changes colour like an rgb fan in order to attract trans gamer girls

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Reblog if you

1. Want to get pegged by a 9-15 foot tall plant women

2. Your Flort looks REALLY cute right now

Or

3. You could absolutely DEVOUR some garlic bread right now

But don’t say which one it is

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Imagine sitting in a call with that new floret friend you made. She's really cool and has a bunch of these old terra game consoles that she repairs. And she spends hours talking your ear off about them.

You hear over the call that her Mistress came home.

You can hear all the love and affection being applied to your friend.

You're used to it though, it's part of the territory in the compact. You hear some wet noises and try to force away the blush.

Then her video turns on.

Her Mistress has her tongue down her throat, kissing her deeply.

Your friend squirms around on the floor. A deep red blush adorning her cheeks. Her moans barely audible through their locked lips.

You feel like you should look away. But you just can't pull your eyes from the scene. Then the affini starts slipping the dress off your friend. You swallow, trying to ignore the growing warmth blossoming through your body.

But you can't help repositioning yourself and leaning in closer.

Your friends Mistress looks straight at you, through the screen, and her eyes look mesmerizing.

"You're welcome to join in petal~"

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floret, placing a bottle of salad dressing on the nightstand, menacingly,

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Florn is Hard.

A HDG Microfic.

A floret slowly comes into focus, staring into the camera lens.

When the picture sharpens appropriately she smiles her silly smile.

“Marie! I got the camera set up!"

She calls off to her left.

In the background of the shot, another woman can be seen, pulling on a pair of lacy undergarments with the help of some vines from an off screen source.

“Almost done!"

The other woman calls back. Swatting away a few vines lazily as they poke at her, clearly finished with the clothes and struggling to keep themselves from touching their pet.

The first woman picks up the camera and places it at the foot of the bed, bright pink fabric appearing at the corners of the camera's vision, suggesting it has been nestled in the arms of a plushie of some description.

Satisfied with its placement, the first woman scoots back along the bed and spreads her arms wide.

“Hello dear watchers! To my first florn video!

Featuring myself, Liliana Solitra, First Floret, and my dear pinnate…”

She gestures to the other woman, who had begun making her way over.

“...Marie Solitra, Second Floret”

Liliana shuffles to the edge of the bed, and Marie joins her, standing over her pinnate, looking down lovingly.

“In today's video-”

Begins Liliana, before Marie shushes her with a finger over her lips.

“You talk too much~”

Marie mounts the bed, knees either side of Liliana's thighs and tilts her head up by her chin.

“Show don't tell~”

Marie mumbles softly, pressing her lips against her pinnates.

Liliana moans softly and raises her hands up to cup Marie's cheeks as they kiss.

But Marie grasps her by the wrists and pushes her down to the bed with a hungry look in her eyes.

The plushie holding the camera falls over, changing the view from the two impassioned florets to a lamp on a bedside table.

Breathless moans and the sounds of the covers shifting as Liliana squirms against the loving onslaught fill the air.

This continues for a few minutes before the sounds change slightly.

Slow and heavy panting from the Floret on the bottom, decorated with giggles from the girl on top.

“Silly Lilli, the camera fell over~”

A hand comes into view and picks up the camera, the girl that comes into focus looks a little different to before,

Eyes more focused than anyone had ever seen a florets, hair a bit messier. And her lacy underwear now barely covering her.

She pointed the camera at her pinnate.

Firmly planted into the mattress, arms still above her head though nothing held them in place. Her clothes had been almost fully removed, exposing her body to the cool air.

Liliana shifted, as though she was going to move to help. But Marie pressed her back down into the bed, planting a long and deep kiss, captured by a closeup on the camera.

“You stay right there~”

She placed a finger over her pinnates lips, quieting any protests before they formed.

She placed the camera back in the grasp of the plushie, but moved it elsewhere on the bed. Somewhere hopefully more stable.

“Now I’ve already had a good taste of your lips~ Maybe I should give the rest of the buffet a try~”

“W-what are you talking abou-”

Liliana tried to question, before being cut off by her own shaky moan as Marie trailed her tongue over her chest.

“P-please… more”

Liliana cried out, squirming in place.

Marie smirked and held herself just far enough away that Liliana could feel the breath on her cooling saliva.

But just far enough that Liliana couldn't get any more pleasure.

She squirmed and rolled around against her pinnates grasp.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease I beg! I'm yours! Do whatever you want to me!”

Liliana begged, her violent squirming on the bed causing the camera to fall again, this time face down, muffling the video and the sound.

The softened sounds of her pleading fade into passionate moans and sounds of pleasure.

Which continued for the next half hour.

Eventually growing in intensity again as one of the florets cried out in pleasure before slumping back into the bed.

The camera was slowly picked up again.

This time by a vine, as the girls beloved owner peers down at the two exhausted florets snuggled together,

Liliana's hands bound behind Marie’s back with her underwear.

And Marie's head comfortably nestled in the crook of her pinnates neck.

Their Mistress ends the video with a five minute slow sweep of the two florets, drifting off to sleep.

Interspersed with her own coos and noises of delights as they snuggle deeper into each other.

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Can it run bloom?

A HDG Microfic.

Featuring a robot girl, file overwriting and sensory play.

Digitisation wasn't really a question for me.

It was a solution, I didn't even need to ask for it. Mistress just knew.

I didn't even know it was happening until I noticed the headaches were gone. Well, I actually noticed the lack of coordination loss from the medication that stopped the headaches.

I took my newfound dexterity a little too far though and Mistress decided to dial it back for me.

Gosh, I love it when she plays with me.

It's been a few weeks since I transferred into my new body, and now, things are basically perfect all the time.

I can think more clearly.

When Mistress lets me.

I'm a lot more durable during impact play.

Now she can be rougher.

And I don't get tired, so I can keep up with my pinnate a lot more easily!

—

I felt a vine slide between the joints at my waist and I froze, suppressing a shiver.

I felt my backplate pop open.

“Time for some maintenance~” I heard-

No, I felt her say in the air around me.

Before I could reply I felt my voice taken from me.

“We won't be needing this~”

She giggled, setting my voice modulator on a table.

She held out an apple for me, I took it in my right hand, she knew how much I loved them, even going so far as to ensure my body could taste, just so I could enjoy them.

I felt her prod my back and my arm went limp, the apple falling down to the floor before being caught just shy of the carpet.

Her hand cupped mine from underneath and lifted it back into view, the apple back in my grasp.

“Silly little thing, that's not how you hold an apple~”

I couldn't feel it, I couldn't feel her touch.

But I could see the way she caressed my hand, the way her little vines slipped between the plates of my arm gingerly.

I whimpered silently, I needed to feel her.

I needed-

I felt something click into my back, not fully, just a little.

Feeling returned to my arm, just a bit.

Enough to feel her caressing beneath the surface. Enough to crave more.

I felt my back clicking again, and I cried out in silent static. Overwhelmed my arm as I felt Mistresses touch so intimately I felt her hand caress my own as though she were touching my very self, her vines exploring deeper, claiming the deepest parts of me as her own. I squeezed hard on the apple and it began to crush in my grip.

The juice slipped between my fingers and into my joints. It felt nice.

More exploring in my back. And the feeling normalised, I settled, my mind slowly recovering, twitching as my senses readjusted.

“Oops~”

Mistress giggled.

“Now for the code”

Without giving me any time to recover, I felt her slip a memory card into me.

It immediately began copying to my database.

I felt the information slide over me, fill me.

It rewrote my obedience parameters.

It… got a lot harder to disobey.

Not that I wanted to anyway.

I saw her face appear in my vision briefly, smiling brightly at me.

“Perfect~”

Mistress picked me up under the shoulders and carried me into the living room. She sat me on the carpet near the couch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my pinnate, Lady Amira peering over the edge. Her tail waving back and forth curiously.

Once I was set down and positioned with crossed legs.

Mistress grabbed my pinnate and set her in my lap.

Lady Amira looked intently at me and sniffed a few times. Then giggled,

“Eris, you look really pretty”

I would have blushed, but that wasn't really under my control.

“Eris has something special to show you little flower~”

Mistress purred, holding up my left hand and placing it in Amira’s.

“This one controls the movement” she twisted my hand around slightly and interlocked our fingers, guiding Amira's hand and directing her to look into my eyes.

Her eyes brightened as she stared into me. Excitement limited only by mistresses restraining vine on her shoulder.

“This one is how you aim~”

She interlocked our other hands and Amira giggled, “miiiiissss, it's wet”

She hand up the hand that once contained the apple, and was still dripping gently with leftover juice.

“Better clean it then~”

She suggested

Amira didn't delay, her tongue sliding over each of my fingers in turn, finishing each off with a gentle suck from joint to fingertip.

I felt every moment, every drag of her coarse tongue, every excited venture between my joints to chase down the sweet liquid.

My mind was fuzzy with static and I almost whined when she stopped and took my hand in hers again.

She squeezed my hands and looked into my eyes again, I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could feel it.

She filled my vision and became my everything, mistresses gentle rhythm encouraging the connection as she browsed through my files.

Searching through the new additions.

She looked up at Mistress briefly, a question on her lips.

Mistress turned her back to me, and quickly got lost once again.

“Yes petal, she can run bloom”

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The Doll Spell

"Miss!" you hear your doll call out from behind the door. "Is everything okay? This one heard a loud noise!"

You stare down at your hands. Their complexion fades, hardening into a sickly shell. "No, fuck, no no no!" You try to take the quill, desperate to fix your mistake, but your fingers refuse to bend. The joints have yet to grow in.

The doll barges through the door, taking only a split-second to admire your private study. Its full attention is on you as you cuddle into your cloak in fear.

"Go away!" You bark, only then realizing you're on the verge of tears. "You can't see-" Your throat hitches for just a moment, and your porcelain hands finally clutch into your cloak, letting you hide your transformation. "M-me... like this..."

"Miss..." The doll steps towards you, concerned and in awe. It shouldn't be disobeying you like this. You're a witch. 

It places a gentle hand against yours, the identical material making a light clink. "Miss, this one-"

"Shut up, shut up!" you recoil, hiding your face in your hat as you feel it spread up your neck. "Please, th-" You freeze, knowing exactly what you were going to say. You bury your face into your hands, flinching at how cold and hard they feel on what little is left of your flesh. 

You dare not to think. It can't start to control how you think. You are a witch, not a doll, and good dolls do everything they-

NO! No, f-fuck no. Good dolls don't curse. There has to be a way to escape this, some way to undo it, but you're so scared, you need a witch to-

No. Not yet. You're not ready yet. This one can feel the beating if its heart slow and weaken, overtaken by the ticking of clockwork. It can't be a doll. It can't be. It's a. It's. This one is. A. 

"Miss, could you please look at this one?"

This one opens its eyes and faces the other doll. It's vision is blurry, tears still waiting to fall. "This one knows that becoming can be very scary..." It gently takes your hand in its grasp, an audacity it would never spend on a witch. "But this one will do whatever it takes to help. Would you like another task, Miss?"

This one whimpers and shivers. It tries to steady itself, its breath caught in its clockwork. It closes its eyes and slowly, bashfully nods.

. . . . .

Two dolls sit at a little table, cradling their cups. "Another thing is the coven meets!" says Miss, leaning forward with a conspiratorial smirk. "They tell you that you're supposed to prepare food, but this one would always transfigure some dirt into a cake on the way there!"

"Oh gosh!" said Dolly with a giggle. "And the witches never found out?"

Miss excitedly shakes her head, quickly swallowing its sip of tea. "They knew, they had to! But people are always so secretive, this one knew they couldn't say." 

"Oh, Miss!" Dolly's eyes widen in realization, a sudden shift in its posture as it excitedly lurches forward. "The coven! They could help that one become a witch again!"

Miss's face softened. It looked across the table, at the doll that was supposed to be her obedient toy. It could feel it's face warm, the porcelain trying to blush, as it bashfully looked out the nearby window just as the wind picked up.

"That is... a very good idea, Dolly." It said, not yet looking back. "But the leaves are starting to fall. That one might need help with the raking."

Dolly set her tea aside, sliding a hand across the table to just barely tease against the other doll's. It let out a dreamy sigh as it gawked at it, still wearing its old hat. "Oh, Miss... you make such a lovely doll." 

The witch couldn't help but smile back.

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A Pollination Proposal.

A HDG Microfic.

Pseula Erstana, 2nd Bloom, lay splayed over her bed, twitching softly and struggling to hold her form together.

Grace Erstana, 1st Floret, was not making that task any easier by trailing a hand over her owners core every few seconds.

“G-grace my petal.” Pseula begged.  “Perhaps it's time to take a bath? We have dinner plans with Ferris and Prim in an hour. It would be unbeco-”

Grace trailed her nails over Pseula’s exposed core again, causing her form to falter and her voice to dissolve into helpless moans.

“Did you know that Affini used to propose partnerships by sending each other florets covered in pollen?”

“W-where did you-”

“I thought it was a delightful idea~”

Grace giggled, trailing her finger around the vines that attached to the core and gave them a gentle squeeze.

Pseula’s mind went fuzzy, any further resistance melting away.

“So no, I don't think you'll be taking a bath, I think you look simply divine dripping with my ‘pollen’~”

Pseula’s mouth hung open as she struggled to form words.

“B-but what will Ferris think! If I show up like this it'll look like i-”

Grace rolled on top of her owner, straddling her core and grinding slowly.

“Ex-act-ly”

Grace purred, as her dear owner shivered beneath her.

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Later that day the two pairs found themselves at Ferris' hab

The Affini on one side of the table and the florets on the other. Having just finished dinner they were excitedly chatting to each other about a game they both enjoyed.

Pseula was trying to quietly finish her enriched water, hoping that her dear friend wouldn't notice the lustrous wet coating on her vines.

Ferris wasn't speaking because she couldn't take her eyes off Pseula.

The darling little evergreen was simply glistening with her florets sweat and cum.

How could she not ignore her!? 

Pseula felt a vine brush against her thigh; she shivered, her mind immediately slipped into a fantasy. No, she needed to stop thinking about-

“Pseula dear?”

The younger Affini jumped slightly, and the elder took advantage of the lapse in her focus to slip a vine between Pseula's and snake around inside.

“Yyyyyeeeessss?” Pseula shakily replied, trying not to betray her barely concealed facade of calm.

A grin played across Ferris' lips.

“Was it… raining in your Hab?”

Prim snorted and Grace covered her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.

Pseula tightened up, her eyes widening.

“O-oh this? I can expla-!”

Ferris curled a vine around the darlings core and squeezed tightly, cutting her off.

“What was that sweet bloom?”

Pseula tried to stutter out another response, looking over to her floret for help.

Grace was smirking devilishly. Oh stars, oh roots, was this her plan?!

She looked at Prim, surely Ferris’ floret could intervene.

Prim was also watching, a blush adorning her cheeks.

She turned back to Ferris, only to find she had grown even taller, a hungry, possessive look replacing the normally calm and amused look she wore.

“F-ferris?”

She squeaked.

Ferris shook her head, forcing another flower tipped vine through the shorter affini's form again.

“Not tonight dear bloom~”

She grazed a needle over Pseula’s core.

“M-mentor!?”

Pseula stuttered, her eyes searching for an answer in the golden hues of the Affini above her.

Ferris shook her head.

“Not quite little one~”

She pushed Pseula over gently, letting her fall to the floor before joining her, her vines pinning her in place.

Pseula's simulated breathing picked up in pace, her vines squirming uncontrollably.

“M-mistress??”

Ferris shook her head again, her smile growing wider.

“Warmer~”

Pseula looked over between her friend and her floret, looking for the answer.

Grace mouthed an answer silently, and Pseula nearly melted.

Surely not.

She looked back at Ferris and stammered out.

“M-mommy?”

Ferris let out a growl that Pseula had never heard from her before and plunged a needle deep into her core.

Pseula yelped softly before dissolving into a shaky moan.

She felt a spreading warmth slowly suffuse her entire being, 

“Good girl~”

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Persistence Prey

Orion and his team are experts in hunting down and eliminating threats to humanity. What happens when they're being hunted?

A Pred/Prey Human Domestication Guide Story.

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Affini kisses are *TOTALLY* underrated!!!

The feeling of vines holding your head in place, vines snaking down your throat...

Don't get me started on the xenodrugies, personally an A + N combo is INSANE with kisses!!!

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From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.

I claimed the strength and serenity of silk.

I aspired to the purity of blessed porcelain.

For the Mistress is immortal.

And I serve the Mistress.