Her unclothed being sent the enchanted glow of Matingspel throughout the clearing.
Syrena’s eyes simmered blue fire at this mere mortal. Honey-hued full breasts charmed me.
She waved and armor and under apparel fell to my feet; my freed flesh sword bouncing.
She laughed faerie glee as we entwined; me kissing forbidden breasts and neck. She shuddered as I sucked her ear-point, the Elven ‘secondary clitoris’.
Quaking orgasm levitated us horizontally as my enflamed tongue snaked a ruby nipple.
She lustfully groaned, “My wet treasure is an aching cauldron!”
Syrena wailed an ancient melody as my hardness pierced sweet rapture!
