Your executrix is too sexy, and you forget to be scared. You forget to worry about your mortal life, and all you can focus on is her amazing, tattooed body. She is so enchanting, you want to fall to your knees and worship her but you are reminded that if you do so, you'll end up with cold steel plunged in your back. She wants to hurt you, bad. She wants to end your life. But one short lingering smell of her skin, one moment of feeling her warmth and divinity distracts you again. She puts on her show for4 you, her dance of de&th. She wants you and you want to give yourself to her. You know exac...

Your executrix is too sexy, and you forget to be scared. You forget to worry about your mortal life, and all you can focus on is her amazing, tattooed body. She is so enchanting, you want to fall to your knees and worship her but you are reminded that if you do so, you'll end up with cold steel plunged in your back. She wants to hurt you, bad. She wants to end your life. But one short lingering smell of her skin, one moment of feeling her warmth and divinity distracts you again. She puts on her show for4 you, her dance of de&th. She wants you and you want to give yourself to her. You know exactly what is coming and you welcome it, as long as it means that in that short, sharp moment, you become one with her. Her dark wings wrap around you and beat more furiously than your weakened heart. You want her to end it all.