Lyrca breathes deep as she presses the mask to her face. She was told it was a requirement to breathe in a different type of atmosphere in order to get used to the environment at her current assignment, but very much neglected to tell her about the potent and addictive aphrodisiac that was part of the mixture. They fitted her with an extra tight and extra flexible suit and placed her in an isolation room with a handful of toys knowing full well what would transpire the moment she breathed the gas. She would be furious if she weren't so unbelievably horny. Her body would eventually build up a tolerance, but it'd be a wild few days before that started to happen. How did she keep finding herself in these odd kinds of jobs?

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Hello all! Last day of the month and I have a commission I finished from the wonderful @subsupreme.bsky.social

They even let me use my own OC Lyrca for it! How sweet of them! 💜

This is an image they asked me to produce for their game, which is free to play, but they are doing a crowdfunding to try and make the final chapter all the more amazing and finished! You can find it here!

https://subsupreme.itch.io/lustfall

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Please critique fairly and honestly!

And of course, enjoy! 💜😘