O Mortal man do you not see her,
Emerging from the seas,
her lust clear for all,
as blood meets foam,
as death and life collide?
She rises like a darkened tide,
as each of the limbs so deep,
reached for a vice to fill.
Sex and power,
Knowledge and sloth,
she holds tight,
writhing in her breasts,
virtue churning in her sack.
But the nexus lake,
when she rose,
oh the things she could fill!
A Theme Song
Synra is a powerful entity, closer to an eldritch abomination then anything else, bound to Eros and Thatanos, Lust/Love and Death. She wields powerful necromantic abilities, in both the positive and negative energy spectrums, able to return others to life as easily as devour them.
Her form is soft, and the closest mortal equivalent would be latex, her form as mutable as her imagination, and yet rarely hiding her intentions, that of sex and devouring.
A part of herself is now inside of
Boss_Melinda. She was invited in you see, and free to take all she wanted from the neck down. And so, she melted and merged, sinking into each cell and seeping inside, taking that body for her own, and leaving the head for the mortal woman, as agreed. Still, she is now wearing the MILF from the neck down, having taken the freely offered body. To be sure, she will play around for now, but who thinks that merely stopping at the neck and leaving the face untouched are adaquete when it comes to willingly inviting an eldritch being into your body?
