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- Joined
- Jun 25, 2010
- Location
- Hogwarts
Melanie was tired of the bowls of hell and the ever constant surges from circle to circle. Numerous incubus and succubus trying to take over the Circle of Lust and bare a title she did not care for. So, her solution? Head to the human world. Not many went to the human world. You could actually feed more in hell without all the fuss and coaxing than you could in the human world. Melanie had forged herself an identity with ease and was granted permission to surface. She lived in a modest and comfortable apartment. Oh... another reason many didn't come up to the human world.... hunters. Stink demon hunters. Not all succubi and incubi could keep their hunger under control. A few unexplained sexual occurrences later, it would only be a matter of time before there was a hunter sniffing on your heels.
The scarlet haired female was very good at seducing and covering up her tracks. Long flaming curls cascaded about her shoulders and over her voluptuous D cup breasts. She held a curvacious figure deemed, literally, irresistible. Warm emerald eyes were quite deceiving. If one didn't look too hard, you would never see the lust hidden within those eyes. Well within the human realm you apparently needed sustenance to keep your faux vessel alive. So the long legged and curvacious female dawned her knee high boots and a trench coat and head of to the nearest grocery store where she went in search of things to buy. With a cart before her she struggled to get a box of pasta upon a high shelf and she was growing increasingly flustered trying to get the damn box.
The scarlet haired female was very good at seducing and covering up her tracks. Long flaming curls cascaded about her shoulders and over her voluptuous D cup breasts. She held a curvacious figure deemed, literally, irresistible. Warm emerald eyes were quite deceiving. If one didn't look too hard, you would never see the lust hidden within those eyes. Well within the human realm you apparently needed sustenance to keep your faux vessel alive. So the long legged and curvacious female dawned her knee high boots and a trench coat and head of to the nearest grocery store where she went in search of things to buy. With a cart before her she struggled to get a box of pasta upon a high shelf and she was growing increasingly flustered trying to get the damn box.