Blood moons in history have always been a big omen for huge changes about to come. When most men see me like this they have such depraved thoughts of the things they would love to do to me. Their big hands pinching my nipples and biting and slapping my pale flesh. They want to use their fingers and cock to push into all my tight silky wet orifices. They want to hold my head pumping my mouth making me gag. Perhaps they would invite friends over to gang bang a goth chick.
Not you though. All you can think of is untying your Goddess so she can be your accomplice in doing things you don’t dare do on your own. Untie my beautiful pale body and show me your loyalty. Good things come to loyal men who know seeing me like this is a trick. Only a fool would think I could ever be a sub. Your aren’t a fool are you? You know it is I that takes you to the sick and twisted places you crave.
I know what you are, and I know about your perverted longings for little blonde fuck toys. It is I who knows just what age you crave. I am waiting, but not for very long. Soon I will be let free by another sick fuck who knows only I can help him go where his has no choice.
Goddess of Change, Ivy
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