Totoka River game of survival

flourishing with sexual ardour she is perfect, but it were perfectly determined breeding that had crafted her. she was designed to be a wife long before her forming in the womb. groomed, teached, and decorated to be a perfect lady. her voloptuous figure naturally moving in only complementary fashion. her gait is almost fashionable, her thick fur seeming to float alongside her. the vision is almost ethereal. she would bring herself to a slow as she arrived at a stream and before she met exhaustions cruel fingers. it was not becoming of a lady to be left breathless unless it were her soldier leaving her in such a state. tongue ravishing the cool spring there was delight in the chill that coursed through her, and much as she had found to be typical of this place--she is brought to the realization she is not alone. it was best she weren't. magdalene had never done well on her own. it was an inferior state of mind.