In the mystical land of Eldoria, where magic flows as freely as desire, there lived a young enchantress named Elara. Blessed with curves that could make even the most stoic of knights weak in the knees, Elara was known far and wide for her bewitching beauty and insatiable appetite for pleasure.
One moonlit evening, Elara’s lover, a dashing warrior named Theron, approached her with a gleam in his eye. “My love,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire, “tonight, I wish to watch you ride.”
A mischievous smile played upon Elara’s lips as she understood his request. Without a word, she led Theron to a secluded glade,