As Black Daffodil's tendrils held me in place, her void face drew closer while her hands traced down my exposed torso. Despite my efforts to remain defiant, my body betrayed me with shivers as her cold fingers danced across my skin.
"Such a mouthwatering proportion," she purred, running her nails lightly over my nipples, making me gasp. "Every inch is as divine as my own form."
"Nnngh... fishing for compliments now?" I tried to sound cocky but my voice wavered as she pinched and twisted the sensitive buds. "Not very becoming of you..."
And speaking of sensitivity, it really felt like my body was ten times more reactive than usual. Was this because skin-bare to the exposure to this chaotic realm?
