In the moonlit spires of Eldrath Tower, sorceress Elara caught the rogue Thorne rifling through her spell tomes, his eyes flashing with defiance. "You dare steal from the mistress of shadows?" she demanded, magic crackling at her fingertips. Thorne grinned, blade half-drawn. "Only treasures worth the risk—and you, my enchantress, are the rarest spell of all."
Elara circled him, her robes whispering like secrets. "Flattery from a thief? How original. But your cock is already hard beneath those leathers—admit it, the chase excites you." Thorne chuckled, stepping closer. "And your pussy's wet and dripping with the same hunger. Shall we duel with words, or something sharper?"
Tension thickened as she pressed him against the ancient altar, her hand tracing his chest. "Horny fool. On your knees first—show me that silver tongue isn't just for quips." Thorne obeyed with a wink, but Elara seized control, guiding his mouth before rising to straddle him. "My tower, my rules."
She freed his throbbing cock and took it in a slow, teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as he groaned. "Gods, Elara—your magic feels like fire." Panting, she mounted him, her ass grinding down as she rode with fierce rhythm, her pussy clenching tight around his length.
Sweating and lost in the frenzy, Thorne thrust up to meet her, but Elara dictated every motion, her strong hands pinning his wrists with glowing runes. "Harder, thief—prove you're worthy." Their bodies slammed together until she came with a cry, her juices dripping, and he followed, spilling hot cum deep inside.
As their breathing slowed, Elara smirked down at him. "Not bad for a first theft." Thorne laughed, pulling her close. "Round two, then?"
Yet the tower's wards hummed with new power, hinting at dangers and desires yet to unfold in their forbidden alliance.
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