[center][color=cyan][big][b]Smooth. Shiny. Sultry. Salaciously Slutty.[/b][/big][/color][/center]
[center][color=purple][big][b]Busty. Bold. Bodacious. [/b][/big][/color][/center]
[center][color=red][small][b]Hungry.[/b][/small][/color][/center]
[center][color=red][big][b]_____________________________________________________[/b][/big][/color][/center]

[color=cyan][big][b]What the hell is that thing?[/b][/big][/color]
[color=cyan][big]________________________[/big][/color]

That [b]thing[/b] is a woman. An entirely too perfect woman, at that. The only problem, if you could call it one, is the fact that she's made of [i]something[/i]. It's a strange sort of something, entirely inhuman, but alluring all the same. Her 'skin' is obsidian-black, seemingly polished to an ever-present shine. Regardless of light, she practically glows with just how slick and glossy she is. She's warm to the touch, smooth like unblemished glass, but still so very soft and inviting. Appeal is like an aura for her, self-tailored to be as visually striking as possible. Her hair, despite whatever it's made of, is fine and almost as soft as well kept human hair. Probably the most captivating thing about her, though, is her eyes. Blue, terribly blue, bright and glowing and [color=red]hungry[/color]. They're unnerving, inlaid with strange designs, and likely her only giveaway if she's in disguise.

Her body, though, is likely what stays foremost in most minds. It's perfection to an absurd, entirely unnatural degree, timeless in its beauty and eternal in its depravity. A pair of achingly rounded breasts sit upon her chest, meticulously shaped to her frame to lure and entice. They're large, just barely bigger than her head, and are topped with nipples that perpetually sit erect and waiting to be played with. The way they move when they're roughly grabbed or even simply touched is just another product of her self-shaping, conforming perfectly to fingers sinking in or merely jiggling almost cartoonishly with a hard slap. Eyes are pulled downward with all the curve in the world to a nearly completely flat stomach that still miraculously has enough 'fat' to it to be appealing. Hips sit just below, their size causing her to sashay whorishly regardless of how she moves along with being the perfect handholds to pull close or hold on tight.

It's almost disappointing how average her crotch seems to be, though to complete the illusion of constant arousal her cunt is perpetually gaping just slightly, clit on full display and practically twitching with its need to be played with. The ass behind it moves with her perfectly, jiggling just slightly with that perfect amount of pliant, rubbery fullness that gives it its outright manufactured level of appeal. Thick thighs, angled and sized just right to give her that ever enticing gap between them, flow down to a glossy pair of legs just long enough to be supermodel level. Her 'regular' features terminate in what looks to be a pair of molded, heeled boots, with no toes to speak of. She sports a surprisingly gentle heel size, four inches, just enough to emphasize her downright hypnotic ass even further when she moves. With every harsh clack of her heels, cheeks move up and down, displaying their plush appeal and the promise of the tight, puckered hole between them. It's enrapturing, just as it should be.


[color=purple][big][b]What does such an unholy creature do?[/b][/big][/color]
[color=purple][big]________________________[/big][/color]

She fucks, to put it simply. The monstrously attractive woman is less a slut and more a hedonistic force of nature that takes what she pleases whether it wants to be taken or not. How she goes about it, though, is anything but simple. The (typically) six thick, writhing appendages growing from her back tend to complicate things in their own special way. They writhe about mindlessly at rest, twitching at random with the sort of silent lust they're known for as the perverted beings of guilty pleasure-fuelled dreams. In action, they do exactly what's expected of them. They grab. They coil about. They constrict. Wriggle inside. Thrust. Fill. She uses them the way they were meant to be used, the abyss-colored appendages an effective tool along with her darker, even more depraved abilities.

Said abilities are what make her sex appeal go through the roof and beyond, and allow her to bless others with a fraction of her divine beauty. She has complete and utter control over whatever hellish substance she's composed of. It feels and looks like latex, but the level of its shine and the unnatural smoothness mark it as something better. Every little movement reflects light perfectly, emphasizing the swell and curvature of whatever is wrapped up in it. As if an army of madmen had worked at it for hours with polish, her essence perpetually gleams no matter how little light hits it. 'Slick' couldn't even begin to describe the rubbery material, but proper descriptors lose their meaning with her involved. Any shade of any color is possible, but she often defaults to a black even shadows are afraid of. Despite its usual utter lack of proper color, it doesn't inhibit her intensely sensual display in the least. Every curve of hers or a fortunate lover's body is highlighted with the insane glow the stuff exudes. She's the endless void personified, but so much shinier. It's almost [i]wrong[/i] how it appears, like a trick of the mind or the machinations of a mad elder god forcing its reality to one's eyes. She's so dark, but she [b]shines[/b].

To her, it's simply skin. To others, it's skintight. Absurdly, impossibly skintight. At a glance or even a hard look, it'd be impossible to tell if a body encased is actually covered or merely made of her essence as well. To say it conforms absolutely would be a sore understatement. It [b]owns[/b] the bodies it wraps, but in its default state it's still surprisingly easy to move in. There's always a perpetual tug, though, a full body embrace that shifts wonderfully over sensitive areas every time the wearer moves even slightly. Otherwise, it fits like the tightest, glossiest dream imaginable. ...Unless she deigns otherwise. Those she targets and lusts for are utterly at her mercy, and with a mere flutter of her eyelids she can stiffen the coating to turn one into little more than a statue or anything in between. It's also just as alive and [color=red][b]hungry[/b][/color] as her, able to tease and violate with what feels like an army of phantasmal hands and tongues. In reality, it's mere mimicry of the encasement, but unlike latex her blessing enhances touch rather than dulling it. A soft stroke becomes an intensely sensual caress, a hard grope of a breast becomes a rough, madly possessive knead, an insertion becomes pure liquid pleasure sinking in deep. One's entire body becomes an erogenous zone, likely becoming terribly addictive if under her thumb for too long.


[color=red][big][b]What can such a purely perverted monster be like!?[/b][/big][/color]
[color=red][big]________________________[/big][/color]

She's anything but the demure girl next door. 'Slut' would be simplest, but the pure, wanton depths of her lust would make the Whore of Babylon blush. She craves. She hunts. She [b]needs[/b]. If she needed anything resembling sustenance, it would be pure sexual energy. It's rather up in the air what she truly is, though. Succubus? Experiment gone wrong? Ancient evil given the most perfect, obsidian-sheened form possible? Or merely a particularly overpowered slime girl. Regardless, they all boil down to the fact that she is pure, overpowering [b]lust[/b]. She claims things unheeding of what the lover or victim thinks, and if they prove particularly resistant to her advances she'll merely twist them to her depraved ideals. Stopping her is a fool's errand, and the wiser parties merely allow her to go about her business and pray they survive with body and mind intact.

While her proclivities would normally mark her as little more than a feral, sex starved beast, receptive parties will find her incredibly sensual. First and foremost, consensual or not, she's a lover. Force is used right where it's needed, but she's unnervingly gentle even when nuzzled up close to a thoroughly encased victim being reprogrammed. Her hands explore and trace around bodies, practiced fingers instinctively stroking and teasing at sensual spots to elicit the sweetest groans and moans. A body's a plaything to her, and through her seemingly eternal wanderings she's learned exactly how to make everything from the most normal girl to a powerful, immortal incubus sing sweet songs for her. Lovers are loved, and victims are victimized, just as they should be.

It's plain to see, though, that she's not stable. Her normally soft, oddly reverberating voice titters with the pulsing madness beneath. As a dumbly sobbing, nearly braindead whore gurgles her last sentient thoughts, she giggles like a precocious child. One limb, then another, a hulking brute becomes delimbed and helpless and she mocks it while just barely holding back chuckles. She'll firmly press her forehead to a suffocating rubber statue's own, her unsettlingly wide, glowing, unblinking eyes savoring the life ebbing away from the other unencased pair that's quickly growing glassy and blank before she swallows them up and completes just another conversation piece for her lair. Morality isn't a word for her, except as a way to describe the cute do-gooders that think they have an inkling of a chance at defeating her and stopping her vile goings-on. More often than not, they end up just another mindless drone or insanely bound [b]thing[/b] edged and fucked into insanity. It wouldn't be fair to call her evil, though. She simply [b]is[/b]. She has no overarching agenda or plans for conquest that a proper villainess would nurture, she just craves endless depravity in all its forms. [color=red][b][big]Hungry[/big][/b][/color] is all she is and all she ever will be.


Approach her at your own risk. You may be subject to wild, impossible pleasures only she can offer. Or you may become just another victim in a long line of unfortunates.


Also, [color=red][big][b]logs.[/b][/big][/color]
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