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Description
Nera’s eyes sparkled, she wore a low-cut dress for the occasion, exposing her ample chest. She knew Amenii loved to burry herself in those breasts at night, their little secret, carefully guarded from society.
It had taken he the better part the day to get ready, visit a hair salon to work out the dreadlocks that had been worked into her main. And some shearing was needed after that, her hair had grown out so long.

Not that Amenii had ever minded, she had just caught the bunny staring at her and on occasion would play with them absently. Not like before though, when she had her mane, Amenii loved to play with that, tussle it with her little hands, run her fingers through it. Nera hoped she would be pleasantly surprised to see what she had done.

The last and final touches had been the most difficult part, the scents, a careful mix of rare perfumes that she had purchased at great cost. Sun burnt spices, rich musky earths, and just a touch of dark coco leaves, to excite the senses.

Everything was in place, running her now manicured hands though her hair one last time Nera pushed open the door to their now shared apartment.

‘Amenii, I’m home.’

Tonight would be a night to remember.

Previously: Oviposition Juice

C.S. Notes: I finally did it, created a decent picture of Nera, that did not feel awkward or out of proportion. Funny, as this piece was done as I had just stepped out of the shower, when the idea struck. Thankfully I had a folded piece of very worn paper in my pocket and a pen to boot. So, sitting with a towel wrapped around my midriff I cranked out this piece.

I cannot express how good it feels to finish this one, it’s like finally seeing though smoky glass, back to how drawing should be, with feelings, emotions that people can attach to, drawing with a soul.

Description
Nera’s eyes sparkled, she wore a low-cut dress for the occasion, exposing her ample chest. She knew Amenii loved to burry herself in those breasts at night, their little secret, carefully guarded from society.
It had taken he the better part the day to get ready, visit a hair salon to work out the dreadlocks that had been worked into her main. And some shearing was needed after that, her hair had grown out so long.

Not that Amenii had ever minded, she had just caught the bunny staring at her and on occasion would play with them absently. Not like before though, when she had her mane, Amenii loved to play with that, tussle it with her little hands, run her fingers through it. Nera hoped she would be pleasantly surprised to see what she had done.

The last and final touches had been the most difficult part, the scents, a careful mix of rare perfumes that she had purchased at great cost. Sun burnt spices, rich musky earths, and just a touch of dark coco leaves, to excite the senses.

Everything was in place, running her now manicured hands though her hair one last time Nera pushed open the door to their now shared apartment.

‘Amenii, I’m home.’

Tonight would be a night to remember.

Previously: Oviposition Juice

C.S. Notes: I finally did it, created a decent picture of Nera, that did not feel awkward or out of proportion. Funny, as this piece was done as I had just stepped out of the shower, when the idea struck. Thankfully I had a folded piece of very worn paper in my pocket and a pen to boot. So, sitting with a towel wrapped around my midriff I cranked out this piece.

I cannot express how good it feels to finish this one, it’s like finally seeing though smoky glass, back to how drawing should be, with feelings, emotions that people can attach to, drawing with a soul.