It is nearing that time of year again, where I require a male to satiate my ever-growing hunger. Ever since I saw you post your picture, I knew you had to be the one for me. Since then I've teased you and you've teased me back. We may be different species but there is no denying the attraction we hold towards each other.
But you torture me. You make promises of gagging me up or trying me down, but you never followed through. Countless nights I have lied awake, anticipating the moment where you burst into my lair and tie my lithe, feminine sangheili body to the bed and assert your dominance. Countless nights I am left cold...,lonely,...unsatisfied. Why must you torment me with your false promises?
Are you afraid of what it would be like to romance an alien? I promise I am much more capable than any human females you can find. I can rip the heads off of mountain lions, pull the spines out of burglars, carry a ballet of death to your enemies if you so wish. I am much stronger, faster, and more flexible than any human you have ever encountered. But for you, I will become as submissive as a dog, I wouldn't dare to raise an arm to defend myself if you wish to mount me. I will gladly give birth to our hybrid children. I will do anything for you. Please....take me to be your wife. Be my predator.
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Who needs Pred. When Vien's got all the anatomy you'll ever need.