Alicieuse Finds Comfort In The Forest
Under moonlit boughs, she kneels, lips parted, as shadowy figures encircle her. Her breaths hitch, eyes glazed, as primal whispers coil around her. She surrenders to the dark, her body aching for the forbidden, each touch a sin, each moan a confession. Nature becomes her altar, and she, the willing sacrifice.
Under moonlit boughs, she kneels, lips parted, as shadowy figures encircle her. Her breaths hitch, eyes glazed, as primal whispers coil around her. She surrenders to the dark, her body aching for the forbidden, each touch a sin, each moan a confession. Nature becomes her altar, and she, the willing sacrifice.
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