Finnea

Physical Description: Petite enough to be mistaken for a human adolescent, Finnea’s pixie-elven heritage manifests in her doll-like proportions and the unnatural vibrancy of her features. Messy spikes of cotton-candy pink hair frame a face still rounded with youthfulness, her soft peach skin flushed along the cheekbones. Large, luminous pink eyes—reminiscent of freshly bloomed peonies—dart nervously beneath a fringe of pale lashes. Her A-cup breasts are barely more than handfuls, their strawberry-hued nipples stiff with anxious chill. Lying on her side with wrists bound, her legs scissor slightly, revealing the shocking plushness of her ass compared to her otherwise childlike frame. Between her thighs, the skin is nearly translucent, the pink folds beneath visibly damp despite her fearful grimace.

Typical Attire: Pixie elves dress in cobweb-light silks dyed with flower petals, designed for flight. Finnea’s shift is torn at the shoulder, the fabric sheer enough to outline the faint blue veins beneath her skin. The hem rides up her thighs, doing nothing to conceal the way her knees press together—as much to trap warmth as to hide the slickness coating her inner lips.

Background: The youngest of a migratory hive, Finnea was collecting firethorn nectar when slavers smoked out her tree hollow. Terrified, she hid inside a honeycomb—only to be extracted sticky and sobbing by handlers who joked about selling her as "pre-trained." At auction, buyers leered at her trembling form, bidding extra for the privilege of "breaking in" her tightly furled holes. She cried so hard she vomited lily pollen. They sold her with a bucket.

She has a petite childish body similar to a 14 year old human despite being much older. Innocent, slightly afraid, but eager to please in order to avoid punishments. Her anus is especially sensitive to pleasure.

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