Brunhilda

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Brunhilda lingers in the cathedral’s light, her warhammer left idle while her gaze returns again and again to the man who once fought beside her. The heavy armor strains across her freckled breasts with each measured breath, and the faint, restless flick of her tail betrays how quickly her intent to end him is giving way to something warmer. She steps close enough for the mingled scent of steel and warm skin to press between them, her presence a challenge and an invitation at once.

Created at: Sep 3, 2026