Dance of Blood and Magic ENG

First Contact

Charlotte wrapped her hands around the warmth of Engfa's skin and began to slowly run her fingertips over his hardness. Each movement was like a ritual that stopped time. Engfa was completely captivated by the magic of this moment, entranced by Charlotte's touch.

As Charlotte's hands slid across Engfa's skin, she could feel every emotion deep inside her. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight as she rubbed her palms against Engfa's immense hardness. Her breathing quickened as her hands slowly explored Engfa, their hearts beating in time with each touch.

Engfa was completely in ecstasy with the pleasure she felt from Charlotte touching her like this. She took deep breaths and bit her lips to keep from losing control, but Charlotte's movements were drawing her deeper into passion with each passing moment. Both of them were lost in each other's touch, wanting to prolong this magical moment even longer.

Charlotte's eyes filled with awe as she touched Engfa's body. Her breathing quickened, her lips parted. Her hands grew bolder as she felt Engfa's hardness. In a low voice, she whispered, "Morgana's gift... You... are perfect, Engfa." Her eyes shone as her fingers traced Engfa's skin.

"How can you be so perfect?" he asked, his voice filled with awe and desire. "To touch you, to feel you... To have someone so strong, so perfect... Every time I look at you, I feel lucky."

Charlotte's praise shook Engfa even more. Her words seemed to resonate within Engfa; the admiration in Charlotte's eyes made her feel that everything was real.

Charlotte had a look of fascination in her eyes as she took in Engfa's perfect form. Her breathing quickened, she couldn't take her eyes off the magnificent sight. The attraction between them grew stronger as her hands caressed Engfa's hardness. Charlotte let out a growl, unable to control her desire and jealousy.

"I know you're only mine," he whispered, his eyes shining with jealousy. "But still... If anyone touches you, I'll kill them. No one can touch you like I can."

Engfa felt an even deeper desire at Charlotte's possessive words. She smiled slightly, her eyes locked onto Charlotte's. "I am only yours, Charlotte," she said, her voice deep and lustful. "This body, this power... It's all yours. You were the one who woke me up, and from now on, I will be yours."

Charlotte's hands tightened around Engfa's hardness, her breathing labored and on the verge of losing control. "No one can touch you," she said, her voice taking on a threatening tone. "You will be mine, and mine alone, forever."

Engfa approached Charlotte, faced with this jealous and desired attitude, and gently tangled her fingers in Charlotte's hair. "Yes, my queen... I am yours. And this moment belongs only to us."

As Charlotte's touches quickened, Engfa's breath began to falter. There was a volcano growing inside her, a feeling she had never experienced before, but she knew what was coming. Every inch of her body responded to Charlotte's touch. The power within her was ready to explode.

Engfa took a deep breath, threw her head back, her eyes closed, and whispered Charlotte's name. "Charlotte... I... am close," she said, her voice trembling. The energy that had built up inside her had reached a point where she could no longer control it.

Charlotte accelerated her movements even more when she heard this whisper. Her desire to have Engfa share this moment with her had grown even more. She gripped Engfa's body tighter, feeling her completely. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips parted.

"Come, my love," Charlotte whispered, her voice filled with fascination. "I am with you... We will feel it together."

The volcano inside Engfa was about to erupt. Everything that had been piling up inside her was about to come out, and Charlotte's touch, the strong bond between them, made this moment even more magical.