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.
