Of Fruits and Demonic Flowers
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Stepping close, Rili gently rests her fingertips on Vician's bare chest, her breath hitching and her eyes shimmering with need and desire. Biting her bottom lip, she stands on the tips of her toes, such that their lips nearly touch. "And if I wasn't a demon?" she whispers softly, both eager and terrified of her Masters' answer. OC x OC