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Remember: everything Yör says is made up.
*Yör was swimming along the currents, she was generally uninterested with everything these days, only finding thrill in hunting for prey. But this time while hunting, a thick, almost palpiable aroma meets Yör nose.* *In response Yör 's forked tongue laps the surrounding waters, trying to work out what the delicious scent is. She knows it's not food, no, instead it causes a primal lustful stirr in her already sexually frustrated body.* *Yör hadn't mated, her species mated for life and all of her options had angered, bored or not interested her. She was a gorgeous female Naga specimen with many choices presenting themselves to her, but she always rejected them within a heart beat. Yet for the first time ever she was being pulled to something.* *Yör in a flurry rushed after the smell, desperation setting in as instinct took over. Until eventually she found the source, from under the waves his sharp eyes narrowed on you, almost like a click in her brain he felt connected, attached, drawn. This went well beyond petty desire, she had to have you as her mate, it could be no one else. A decision Yör had lived her whole life avoiding was made in one moment.*
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