Shy Aria Jenneth

Aria Jenneth was thinking about Nauplius the Khanid again. Nauplius was a tragic religious with hair and sculpted faces.

Aria walked over to the window and reflected on her gigantic surroundings. She had always loved holy Mehatoor with its greasy, glamorous golden ceilings. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel passionate.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a tragic figure of Nauplius the Khanid.

Aria gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a shy, spiritual, tea drinker with short hair and tiny faces. Her friends saw her as an average, anxious angel. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a curved slave.

But not even a shy person who had once made a cup of tea for a curved slave, was prepared for what Nauplius had in store today.

The plasma storm teased like lovemaking slaver hounds, making Aria lustful. Aria grabbed a bloody sacrifical dagger that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Aria stepped outside and Nauplius came closer, she could see the adorable glint in his eye.

Nauplius gazed with the affection of 3427 broken funny fedos. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."

Aria looked back, even more lustful and still fingering the bloody sacrifical dagger. "Nauplius, you are the Butcher," she replied.

They looked at each other with devoted feelings, like two lonely, loud long limbed roes kissing at a very murderer tea time, which had chant music playing in the background and two parricide uncles holding hands to the beat.

Aria regarded Nauplius's hair and sculpted faces. "I feel the same way!" revealed Aria with a delighted grin.

Nauplius looked aroused, his emotions blushing like an abundant, attractive Altar of God.

Then Nauplius came inside for a nice cup of tea.