In the mystical realm of Eldoria, where magic flows as freely as desire, there lived a sorcerer named Rhys. Renowned for his mastery of the arcane arts and his captivating allure, Rhys was the subject of many fantasies among the inhabitants of the land.
One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Rhys found himself alone in his chamber, surrounded by flickering candles that cast a soft glow upon his muscular form. With a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes, he reached down and slowly began to caress the length of his throbbing staff, feeling the power thrumming beneath his fingertips.
As he stroked himself with practiced ease, a faint shimmer of magic danced across his skin, enhancing