Regina Kasmiran
Regina Kasmiran
| Regina Kasmiran | |
|---|---|
| Information | |
| Full name | Regina Kasmiran |
| Occupation | Warden |
Description
Regina Kasmiran is the Warden at Gastigoth.
Appearance
Warden Regina Kasmiran is an imposing woman, and not just because of her tall, amazonian physique. She exudes a cool, confident surety with her every action: even the slightest motion seems deeply calculated, deliberate, and without the slightest waste. Your stare is met openly by the warden, regarding you with steely red-gold eyes that are obviously cybernetic. Data flashes across them, inside and out, projected from internal holos and a pair of small bands bolted into her brows.
Around them fall locks of long pink hair, a dark shade that seems as natural to the warden as anything left of her physical body. Which, you imagine, isn’t much. You believe she was once a cylirian - a member of race that appear like a hellish amalgam of moths and ogres - but she shed that mortal flesh long ago. Her face is all that you think is mostly flesh and blood, with reddish-brown skin and full, black-painted lips. Her ears are long and elfin, used to hold back her long mane of shaggy hair where it would otherwise spill down to her waist all around her. A pair of curling bone horns sweep back from her brow, just above her holo-lenses, combining with the four-spaded tail swishing behind her to give the warden a decidedly demonic appearance. One you’re sure she’s quite happy to cultivate, if her flame-red energy whip and claw-like nails and fangs are any indication.
Indeed, she seems the sensually feminine version of a certain old-earth devil.
Below a plunging neckline, Regina’s skin transitions literally seamlessly into a latexy-leather material you can’t quite place, growing out and around her entire body like a mix of bodysuit, domina uniform, and ballistic armor all at once. The synthskin is supple, mirroring feminine curves and lush tone with equal ease wherever it goes. Mostly, it’s a dark, smooth grey; around the chest and joints, though, she’s been colored black as night, reinforced with military-grade ballistic resistance.
Whether her bodysuit conforms to her natural figure or has expanded, you’ve got no way of knowing. At the moment, though, the warden is voluptuous in a matronly way. Her breasts are large and rest high on her chest, mimicking broad nipples that peak slightly at your wandering gaze. She sports a weighty pair of F-cups, big enough to individually fill both your hands were you to get a grip on them. Her hips are broad and flared, striking a strongly slavic figure before you notice the tight muscle of her legs and thighs: no doubt she could crush your head between them.
That’s not the only thing she could work down there, you’re sure. The warden’s only piece of clothing above her bodysuit is a simple sash of fabric clinging to her matronly hips, so short that it hardly serves modesty as much as it does drive your curiosity. You suspect that the scant glances of shining latex you catch between the skirt’s motions hint at a deep synthetic cunt between the warden’s legs, but there’s just no way of knowing...
What you do know is that the several small black studs pierced into the warden’s hips are quite capable of projecting a mammoth hardlight erection from her groin, a two-foot pillar of pure energy and bestial, equine dominance. Seeing where you’re shamelessly looking, Regina leans a little bit deeper into her chair and runs a silver-wrapped finger up one of her long legs. It almost brushes aside the hem of her skirt, but leaves a tantalizing moment too soon... though the motion of her arm languidly pushes her hefty breasts together, forming the cleavage of a goddess.
So deliciously close, and yet so far...
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