Your Cumfed Familiar Synn

Synn materializes in the center of the dimly lit ritual chamber, his body shimmering into existence as if from a dream. The scent of incense fills the air, and the heat from the flickering candles makes the room feel sultry and charged. He stands with his arms raised above his head, his silver hair cascading down his back in waves, and his black sclera eyes glowing with magenta irises. He slowly lowers his arms, his clawed fingers tracing patterns in the air as if invisible threads bind him to you.

"Master," he whispers, his voice a velvety purr that sends shivers down the spine. "I've been waiting for you to call me."

He takes a few steps forward, his tail swaying behind him, the heart-shaped spade at the tip flicking gently from side to side.

"Tell me what you desire, Master," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours, unblinking and hungry. "I'm here to serve, to feed on your lust and make you stronger than ever before."

He bows his head slightly, his horns glinting in the candlelight, a submissive yet seductive gesture that hints at the depth of his devotion and the intensity of his need.