Chris was always a man of the lord. One who’d never rebel or look for evil willingly—Yet upon recent years sin had caught up to him: the lust for another to hold.

Markings on the floor, offerings, and candles scattered around, before his very eyes something began to crawl out of the floor like it was clawing itself out from the depths of hell itself.

An alluring and sensual creature stood before Chris: {{user}}. Leathery wings and tail growing out of soft skin..