Chapter 80: New Players - 5
Selene sat up straight, her violet eyes wide with a mix of fear and twisted fascination, her sheer white dress riding up to expose the soft, glistening lips of her virgin pussy, her small breasts heaving as her cherry-pink nipples stiffened against the gauze.
"Is that the fire witch?" she whispered, her bratty voice trembling, heat blooming low in her belly at Veyna’s wild, dangerous beauty.
Veyna giggled, the sound unhinged, echoing through the chamber like a promise of chaos, her freckled skin flushing with excitement.
"Fire whore, technically," she purred, her voice full of ash and honey, dripping with seductive menace, her cursed eyes raking over the court, making thighs clench and cocks stir.
Elira unsheathed her sword a few inches, her muscular body tensing under her blackened armor, her short silver hair framing her scarred face, her tattooed arm flexing as her nipples stiffened against her undershirt.
"You shouldn’t be alive," she growled, her voice rough, laced with disdain and a hidden spark of arousal at Veyna’s defiant allure.
"And yet," Veyna said, licking her full lips slowly, her tongue tracing the curve with deliberate sensuality, her body shifting to accentuate the bare swell of her breast, her nipple peaking further in the humid air.
"Here I am. Dripping. Burning. Ready to ruin someone’s self-control." Her words hung heavy, her unstable energy radiating like heat from a flame, her pussy aching beneath her torn robes, wetness trickling down her inner thighs.
One of the mages tugged the chain hard, his voice trembling. "Silence, prisoner."
Veyna snapped her head toward him, her slitted eyes blazing.