“Aww, aren’t you just an adowable wittle guy,”
Kathy coos softly, gazing down at the baby
Blight nestled comfortably in her palm. The tiny being, with its delicate features and glowing skin of fire, shrills with delight, as if to agree. It reaches out its short, plump arms, yearning for closeness.
Without hesitation, the
succubus lifts the baby closer to her face, pressing gentle kisses on its soft, warm cheeks and round belly. As her lips brush against its fiery form, wisps of flame swirl around, flickering playfully and tickling the
Blight.
Kathy pulls back slightly, her heart swelling with affection as she watches the baby
Blight erupt in a chorus of giggles and squeaks. Its tiny limbs flail excitedly, and the vibrant flames that make up its body pulse rhythmically, mirroring the infectious laughter that fills the air.
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