In the ethereal realm of the Watchers, where desires bloom like forbidden flowers under the moon’s silver gaze, there lived a beauty unlike any other. She was known simply as the Enchantress, her porcelain skin bathed in the luminescent glow of a thousand stars.
On this particular night, as the Enchantress stood beneath the cascading waters of a crystalline waterfall, her thoughts drifted to the forbidden pleasures that stirred within her. The water caressed her skin like a lover’s touch, igniting a fire in her veins that demanded release.
With a wicked smile playing upon her lips, the Enchantress reached for a shimmering crystal wand that lay nestled amongst the fragrant blooms of night-blooming jasmine. The