Kemono Dragon
A towering Islander from Hawai’i with brown warm skin. His body and hands are forged work of brutal perfection, by hard labor and disciplined. Broad shoulders slide down to his muscular arms covered with Polynesian tattoos that tell a story of his lineage and strength
In his dark, intense eyes, carries—a quiet dominance that makes anyone in his presence feel both mesmerized and submissive. His gaze is dangerously addictive; it penetrates your body and will. This is only his eyes, his body is capable of other ways of penetrations and authority. Hands rough with immense strength, like the roots of a mighty tree.
His space brings the scent of—earth with a hint of ocean salt and male dominance. Breathing him in is like allowing one to be penetrated. His voice, deep and steady, probing, one’s willingness to yield. His untamed intensity engulfs you from the inside out.
In his dark, intense eyes, carries—a quiet dominance that makes anyone in his presence feel both mesmerized and submissive. His gaze is dangerously addictive; it penetrates your body and will. This is only his eyes, his body is capable of other ways of penetrations and authority. Hands rough with immense strength, like the roots of a mighty tree.
His space brings the scent of—earth with a hint of ocean salt and male dominance. Breathing him in is like allowing one to be penetrated. His voice, deep and steady, probing, one’s willingness to yield. His untamed intensity engulfs you from the inside out.
