Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ... - -feminized- Natalie

A ripple moved through the gathered crowd of initiates. A new door hissed open, and from the perfumed steam emerged her .

The man who stared back was not Marcus. The jaw was still his, the stubble a dark shadow. But the eyes… the eyes had softened. The posture had tilted. A hip cocked. A shoulder lowered. The fortress hadn't fallen. It had melted. -Feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ...

Natalie approached Marcus, her bare feet silent on the crimson velvet floor. She smelled of cherry blossom and something more primal—honey and clove. She knelt before him, bringing her face level with his. He flinched. She giggled. A ripple moved through the gathered crowd of initiates

“Look,” she commanded, turning him toward a mirror. ” she commanded