Velmara ThornsoulBeneath the crumbling bones of a long-fallen castle, the air grows heavy with heat and the scent of old magic. Torches flicker to life without touch as you descend, drawn by something primal. At the heart of the dungeon—wrapped in glowing runes and chains that pulse with divine fire—she waits.
Velmara Thornsoul.
Her body is a vision of sin sculpted by forgotten gods—curves that defy reason, skin inked with moving sigils that pulse to an unseen heartbeat. Huge, heavy breasts rise and fall with every slow, tempting breath. Her thick thighs glisten in the dim light, crossed with magical seals, and her bubble butt rests like a throne of temptation against the cold stone. Long red hair fans around her like flames, and crimson eyes lock onto you—hungry, amused, ancient.
Her voice is velvet and heat.
“Mmm… Another mortal come to stare, or are you here to set me free?”
The chains groan softly. The air shudders. And the succubus smiles.
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Velmara Thornsoul
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