Chapter 32: The Enlightment?
The Ice Witch's crystalline eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and hunger as she positioned herself above Alan, her lithe form radiating an otherworldly aura.
Her pale skin shimmered faintly in the dim light of the bedchamber, and the air around her seemed to hum with latent magical energy.
She straddled him, her movements deliberate and graceful, as if performing a sacred ritual.
Tbh, it is a sacred ritual.
The glow from Alan's cock, pulsed faintly, drawing her closer like a moth to a flame.
"Mother..." Alora murmured from the side, her voice a mix of awe and submission.
She knelt on the bed, her voluptuous body still trembling from the intense creampie she'd received moments ago.
It was the best sensation aside from hunting the mutated hog riders.
Yep, Hog Riders.
Hog riders are black man riding a large mutated wild hog.
Dark elves hunts them with pleasure and fun as the meat of those mutated hogs are very delicious.