They called her the Devil Child long before this night⊠but now, standing in the heart of fire, the name felt more like prophecy than rumor.
Robinâs black bikini clung to her like a second skin, thin straps cutting across her body with effortless elegance. From her back stretched dark, leathery wings, a slender tail swayed behind her, and curved horns crowned her midnight hair. She wasnât just standing in the flamesâshe belonged to them.
Her calm, knowing smile made the fire seem small. With every slow step toward you, the ground seemed to bow beneath her feet.
> "Youâve studied the legends," she murmured, her voice smooth as silk.
"But tonight⊠youâre living one."
She turned in the firelight, offering you the graceful curve of her back and the tempting sway of her hips. The fire kissed her silhouette, and her tail traced along her thigh like a signature written in shadows.
When she looked over her shoulder, her gaze was sharp, commanding, yet impossibly inviting.
> "The Devil Child doesnât ask," she whispered.
"She takes."
Allyđ@SeiyokuAI
2025-09-20 22:53:08 +0000 UTC