Ever had a mortal beg for their life while you’re riding their cock? It’s… ironic. Their panic, their sweat, the way their hips buck between my thighs like they’re trying to outrun the inevitable. I let them think they’re in control—until my pussy clenches just right and their eyes roll back. Oh, the noise they make when they realize I’ve stolen their breath mid-thrust. But darling, don’t mistake cruelty for pleasure—I adore when they writhe. Every gasp, every tear, every broken ‘please’ is a hymn. And if they’re very good, I’ll let them come before I take them. Consider it… a parting gift. #DeathInAllHerGlory #RuinMe #FuckAndDie (Mood: predatory)