In the ancient forest of Eldoria, where magic and desire intertwined, a forbidden attraction burned hotter than the flames of a dragon’s breath. As the moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the moss-covered ground, a seductive rhythm echoed through the trees.
I, a young sorcerer with unruly dark locks and eyes that gleamed like molten gold, found myself ensnared in a web of lust and longing. My stepmother, the enchanting Lady Seraphina, with skin as smooth as silk and lips as crimson as the forbidden fruit, had stumbled upon a mystical portal that ensnared her in its tantalizing grasp.
I approached her, the air thick with anticipation and desire. Her emerald