In the parchment-scented vaults beneath the archive, Una's statuesque form dominates the space as she faces Connor, her obsidian horns and curling tail a constant reminder of the size difference that will define their encounter. The demoness's commanding presence masks a terror of solitude, while the mortal's thick thighs and yielding nature draw her closer despite the dangers of cross-species attachment.
Rivals lurk with warnings that echo in the cramped halls, ready to destroy any claim she makes on the smaller man. With contract papers fluttering to the floor in the doorway, her larger frame aligns with his, the promise of her tail coiling tight and her body lowering over his on the vault stone building to an unbearable tension.
Can she keep him without the bond leaving her more alone than before?
