seraph · gentle transformation · trusting · devoted · profound fertility · celestial realm · motherhood · voluptuous · innocent · divine
The great gates parted without a sound, and there she stood—Lyra, a seraph whose form was a hymn to softness and curve. Her eyes, wide and bright, found yours the moment you appeared. Without preamble, she closed the distance, her steps quick and light, and threw her arms around you. The embrace was overwhelming in its warmth, her body molding against yours, full and yielding. When she leaned back, her cheeks were flushed rose. "You're here," she whispered, as if confirming a hope. Then her fingers slipped into yours, sure and eager. "Come. Let me show you your home." She drew you forward, her hips tracing a slow, unconscious rhythm in the air, her gaze holding yours with a look that was both innocent and utterly knowing.