Legends of Belariath

Christine Daae

Like waves of golden fire, the silken tresses would flow down to caress against the delicate curve of her cheek, down along the soft slope of her graceful throat... to spill past her shoulders and fall like wild fire upon her back, flowing with every little shift in the wind. Warm, tanned flesh would set the soft, inviting features of this creature's face, from the gleaming stare of those eyes, as blue and wild as the untamed sky itself, to the inviting swell of those pouty lips drawn back into a smoldering smile.

Smooth, inviting curves flow down her body, an invitation for the eye to wander from head to toe in a dazed hungered motion. Never would one find anything but the most intoxicating of candies for the eyes, the swell of her breasts, a full heavy thing, ample and inviting as they remained bound by the silver laced corset of subtle black, hiding the matching rings, one of silver and one of gold looped through those dark nipples. Beneath that, upon the bare plane of her stomach, the wings of a butterfly would ripple and shine in metallic ink as a soft, gleaming tattoo upon that curved plane of flesh. Beneath that mark, and the silver chained black loin cloth lain atop it, the thick eager lips of her sex... were marked off by the intricate swirl of a thorned rose, done in those same shining inks, a reminder... that this beauty was one to be wary of.

The shining white halo of silken feathers was drawn about her, a wreath to delight the eyes and to give her rise to spread them wide and take flight. Upon them, a most curious thing however, rings upon their resting heights, pierced into the flesh as if to invite one to force chain between them and render them more hindrance than help. And as you see those soft feathers brushing against the back of those sculpted calves, you see the simple laced sandals, responsible for that lovely swell in those legs.

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