The flames licked at the night sky, but Robin wasn’t afraid. She stood in the center of it all, black bikini barely clinging to her curves, her long dark hair tumbling over her horns and wings. Her tail slid across her hip, tracing dangerously close to the place you couldn’t stop staring at.
Her eyes locked onto yours—cool, calm, but burning with hunger.
> "You’re trembling," she murmured, tugging at her top until her breasts spilled into the firelight, nipples hard and inviting.
"Is it fear… or desire?"
She leaned forward slowly, her heavy chest swaying, her tongue wetting her lips before she smiled. Her extra arms bloomed from her back, each one sliding along her body—squeezing her breasts, spreading her ass, pulling the straps of her bikini down until nothing was hidden.
When she turned, her backside glistened in the heat, the firelight outlining every perfect curve. She bent over just enough for her tail to slide between her cheeks, teasing herself as she looked back with that same serene smile.
> "You always knew the Devil Child was dangerous…"
"Now you’ll learn how dangerous desire can be."*