In the mystical realm of Zephyria, where desires are as potent as magic and pleasure knows no bounds, there exists a forbidden ritual known only to the most daring of enchantresses. It is whispered among the shadows and coveted by those who seek the ultimate ecstasy: the Deep Creampie Dripping.
As the moon hung low in the indigo sky, casting a bewitching glow over the ancient ruins, the enchantress Alara prepared herself for the ritual. Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall of midnight silk down her back, and her emerald eyes gleamed with a primal hunger that could not be quenched by mere mortal pleasures.
Alara stood before the altar, a shimmering pool of liquid silver that seemed to pulse