>>43770566Of course, achieving such a boon as a warrior bird's hot vent demands the correspondence of those tense, dark and barbaric limbs to your lecherous human wiles. Like hydraulic arms crafted from solid steel, glistening a faint blackish amber in the sun and rippling with restrained ferocity which could reduce a human to paste in a few lazy strikes, each tendon within tenses, relaxes and cracks with the vestigial presence of a lightning bolt. As she lowers herself down to your level in a rare display of legendary humility, those xanthous eyes piercing your soul like the tempered spear of Alexander, you can narrowly tear your gaze down along her legs one final time as each bolt shaped ring encircling those tree-crushing thighs expands steadfast against the whims of muscles so unyielding that it dips the very land beneath each foot, much like a fallen boulder. As she positions herself to pilfer your
potent human seed with clear display over the superiority of one against Mother Earth's own facade in mind, you speculate in cold sweat that it's a mere show of strength, or successful intimidation. Or perhaps... she's adamant that you know what you're in for.
