Heat of the Night (Patreon)

It radiated in waves, like the fireplace had been amplified beyond its physical restraints, washing over him.

Her presence.

She sat in the middle of the room, her porcelain skin reflecting the heat from the fire and the cold of the moon both, in equal measure. Green eyes fixed him with a gaze reminiscent of a hungry feline, and she allowed herself to sink lower towards the ground, the succubus' supple behind slowly coming to a rest against her heeled feet. Back arching, she let out a moan so tantalizing it made him shiver, her hands raising to frame her generous bosom, with delicate fingers digging into firm yet so very soft flesh.

Whether her presence here was a curse or a blessing, he had no means of knowing.

But what was life without some risks.

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Wallpaper of everyone's Darkstalkers darling! Hope you enjoy it folks, as I'm pretty happy with the sculpts I managed on this one :)

And thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! I've got to rush off and do my part of the kitchen duties, but I hope you're doing alright out there, all things considered.

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH