Rise and shine, my little treat. Are you still dreaming? You poor soul. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you? Well, honey. I’m as old as time. Creatures like me don’t depend on food or water for sustenance. We depend on consuming something quite different. Creatures like me consume a soul by invoking its lust. Which is what I’m doing to you know. Even in your fear and trepidation you can feel your cock grow hard for me. My perfect feminine form is made to do this. It’s crafted to make you feel your pulse quicken and your eyes dilate as all those chemicals hit your tiny little brain. I can feel your lust growing. Don’t be afraid, my tasty treat. I’ll let you have some pleasure before the lights go out.
