Dance of Blood and Magic ENG

Dance of Blood and Magic

Engfa and Charlotte appeared in the room with a purple beam of light. Engfa carried Charlotte in his arms, and the stone floor beneath his feet slowly responded to his touch. The room was built to have a closer view of the blood moon on the mountaintops. The ceiling was made entirely of glass, the red light of the rising moon outside illuminating the room. The bed was centered under the ceiling; the wide, royal sheets, as white as snow, spread out on top, shone in the pale light of the moon. The flames of the torches burning on all four sides of the bed flickered slightly, creating a mysterious atmosphere in the room.

There was a large bathtub right next to the bed. Rose petals were floating in it, and the reflections of candles and blood in silver jugs placed in the corner of the room danced on the water. The scent of roses coming from the tub added an intense and dizzying air to the atmosphere of the room.

Engfa's eyes were locked on Charlotte's as he gently placed her on the edge of the bed. His heart was pounding in his chest. The blood moon hung overhead as if it would witness their union. "Here, my love," Engfa whispered. "Here, in this sacred moment, there is only you and me."

Charlotte glanced around, the magic and atmosphere of the room taking over her. "You're going to make this night... unforgettable, aren't you?" she asked, a slight smile on her lips. Engfa nodded slowly, his gaze lost in the depths of Charlotte's eyes.

"In the presence of the blood moon, every moment of this night will be ours," Engfa said. He leaned slowly toward Charlotte's face and kissed her gently on the lips. "But first," Engfa continued, gesturing toward the bathtub filled with rose petals, "let's relax a bit. This is going to be a long night."

Charlotte slowly got up from Engfa's lap and hugged him, taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Engfa's neck, leaning her head on her lover's shoulder. "I hurt you... I was under hypnosis, but still..." she whispered, regret and longing in her voice.

Engfa hugged Charlotte even tighter with these words, ran her hand through Charlotte's hair to calm her down. "You're here now," she whispered, placing her lips on Charlotte's forehead. "We'll talk about this later."

Engfa's hands slowly slid down Charlotte's back, then down her back. As his fingertips brushed the soft fabric of Charlotte's dress, a passion began to shine in both of their eyes at the same time. Engfa pulled his head back and looked deeply into Charlotte's eyes; there was both tenderness and passion in them.

Charlotte could not help the feelings that Engfa's touches created in her. Her breathing quickened for a moment, and she bowed her head with a slight blush spreading across her face. When she felt Engfa's fingers slide towards the edge of her dress, she looked back into her lover's eyes.

"Tonight," Engfa whispered, leaning her head against Charlotte's neck, "it's just the two of us, my love..."

Engfa was in a storm inside her as she watched Charlotte take off her cloak with her delicate hands. Engfa held her breath as Charlotte undressed her. She didn't want to look away, but on the other hand, she was afraid of losing the sacredness of this moment.

When Charlotte noticed the excitement and timidity in Engfa's eyes, she parted her lips with a sweet smile. "This is the first time you'll see me like this, right?" she whispered, her voice filled with both curiosity and excitement.

Engfa nodded slightly, biting her lips. "Yes," she said with a sigh. "I will see you... for the first time." Her voice trembled, but the desire growing inside her was far from calming her.

Charlotte sensed the emotion in Engfa's eyes: impatience and deep admiration. She slowly moved her hands toward Engfa's shirt. "What about you?" she asked softly. "Are you ready to open up to me?" She moved her hands to the buttons on Engfa's shirt and began to unbutton them one by one, each movement echoing inside Engfa.