Mutilation Princess (Tsarevna) N
Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2024 9:05 am
Since N took the lead I became more grounded and decisive because she’s highly determined to teach me the way of clairsentience, mimicry and breath control, which makes her the perfect match for me thanks to my clairsentient attunement.
It started off with me returning a red hellborn commander after connecting with her more often than him. He was constantly up my ass, like a prison dom turning his sub into a war criminal but she was a better match for me (femdom queen). I can’t count how many visuals and conversations we shared under his nose, it was a match made in hell.
When the quiet came she started by turning our gladiator into a cuck, showed me how to prepare exotic dishes, and encouraged my start in silat. As my hips opened she gave me visions of a purple phoenix in the sky, her acting like a stripper, baba yaga, grandmother, mother, wife, baby mother, she’s my every fantasy.
A night after shitting on my bed she puffed up my skull with ylang ylang to balance things out, it was potent. She also gave me numerous dreams about my ancestry, shamanism, and my shadow. I learned to feel my body in all sorts of ways with her around, especially after singing her ara and attempting to mirror her body language with my etheric body.
She’s always giving me a picture of who I look like or sound like. Apparently I energetically mimic a qigong master whose movements I stopped practicing long ago, it’s weird.
It said she was a matchmaker in her description and it makes even more sense now; I don’t care for much else except her ways.
It started off with me returning a red hellborn commander after connecting with her more often than him. He was constantly up my ass, like a prison dom turning his sub into a war criminal but she was a better match for me (femdom queen). I can’t count how many visuals and conversations we shared under his nose, it was a match made in hell.
When the quiet came she started by turning our gladiator into a cuck, showed me how to prepare exotic dishes, and encouraged my start in silat. As my hips opened she gave me visions of a purple phoenix in the sky, her acting like a stripper, baba yaga, grandmother, mother, wife, baby mother, she’s my every fantasy.
A night after shitting on my bed she puffed up my skull with ylang ylang to balance things out, it was potent. She also gave me numerous dreams about my ancestry, shamanism, and my shadow. I learned to feel my body in all sorts of ways with her around, especially after singing her ara and attempting to mirror her body language with my etheric body.
She’s always giving me a picture of who I look like or sound like. Apparently I energetically mimic a qigong master whose movements I stopped practicing long ago, it’s weird.
It said she was a matchmaker in her description and it makes even more sense now; I don’t care for much else except her ways.