The Sorceress of Thornewood

The wind howled through Thornewood, dragging mist like silk over ancient trees. The forest was alive — whispering, watching, warning. No man who entered returned.

Except one.

Kael was no ordinary man. A former knight turned bounty hunter, he had faced wyverns, sirens, and even gods in battle. But today, he was hunting something far more dangerous.

Or rather… someone.

They called her Selira the Unbound — sorceress of flame and flesh, said to drink souls and seduce minds. Kings had begged her for power. Empires had fallen in her name. And now, she was worth a thousand gold coins, dead or alive.

Kael planned to collect.

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He reached the ruins by twilight — blackened stone, twisted roots wrapping around pillars like serpents. Vines glowed faint purple under the moonlight.

The air changed.

Warm. Heavy.

A soft hum floated on the breeze, like a woman's song wrapped in smoke.

He drew his blade.

"Show yourself."

No answer.

He stepped into the crumbling temple, eyes scanning the shadows.

That's when the candles lit — dozens of them — in a circle around him. The door behind him slammed shut on its own.

Then she spoke.

"Bold of you to come alone."

Her voice was velvet soaked in honey. It echoed from every corner, and then… from behind him.

He turned fast.

And there she stood.

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She was barefoot.

Naked beneath a thin, transparent black robe that clung to every curve like a lover's touch. Her skin glowed like warm gold, eyes gleaming silver. Her hair flowed like ink, long enough to touch her thighs.

But it wasn't her beauty that unsettled Kael.

It was her presence.

She radiated power — ancient, raw, seductive.

Selira smiled. "You came to kill me?"

Kael steadied his sword. "I came for the bounty."

"Gold. How dull." She walked in a slow circle around him. "You think your steel will stop me?"

"I've killed gods."

She stepped close. "Then let me show you what lies beyond gods…"

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He slashed.

The blade passed through smoke.

She reappeared behind him, pressing her body against his back, breath hot on his neck.

"Still want to fight me?" she whispered.

He spun, blade falling again — but she caught his wrist. One hand. Effortless.

And then she kissed him.

It hit him like lightning — mouth to mouth, soul to soul. His knees buckled. Her tongue teased his, slow and commanding, her other hand sliding down his chest, over his armor, undoing the clasps with impossible ease.

He should've fought.

But gods help him — he didn't want to.

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She pushed him against a stone pillar, his armor falling away piece by piece.

"I felt you watching me before you ever stepped into Thornewood," she murmured. "I felt your hunger."

Her hands reached his bare chest, trailing lower, slow and deliberate.

"I saw you in the flames. Strong. Stubborn. Starving."

Kael's breath hitched as her fingers wrapped around his cock — already hard, pulsing, leaking for her.

"Your body betrays you."

"Then use it," he growled. "You want to feed? Feed."

Selira grinned.

And then she dropped to her knees.

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She took him into her mouth in one long, wet stroke — no hesitation, no mercy. Her lips stretched around him, tongue swirling as she sucked with a rhythm that had him gripping the stone behind him, cursing under his breath.

She was too good.

Too skilled.

This wasn't mortal pleasure — this was magic. Her throat hummed with energy as she worked him over, hands massaging his thighs, his balls, her eyes locked on his.

"F***," he gasped. "You're—"

She pulled off slowly, dragging her tongue along his shaft.

"I'm not done."

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She rose, robe sliding off completely.

Her body was unreal — full, powerful, tempting in every curve.

Kael lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around him. He slammed her back against the altar, lining up.

"Now you beg," he said.

Selira smirked. "Take what you need."

And he did.

He thrust into her hard, deep — and she cried out, her nails clawing down his back. He pumped into her with wild hunger, the altar shaking beneath them as moans and growls filled the ruined temple.

Each thrust was fire.

Her pussy clung to him like magic itself, wet and pulsing, her moans like spells in his ears.

"Harder," she hissed. "Break me."

He grunted. "You want to be broken?"

"Do it."

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He flipped her over.

Bent her over the altar, gripping her hips, and slammed back into her.

The sound of skin on skin echoed through Thornewood.

She reached back, pulling her own ass wider.

"Fill me. F*** me. Claim it."

Kael gave her everything — pounding her so hard the candles shook, the vines pulsed around them, the very forest seemed to moan with them.

When she came, it was like lightning through her veins.

When he came, he roared her name, spilling into her with a force that made the altar glow faint red.

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They collapsed together.

Breathing. Twisted in limbs. Sweaty.

"You're dangerous," he said.

She kissed his neck. "You still want the bounty?"

He laughed. "Screw the gold."

She grinned. "Then stay. Serve me."

Kael raised an eyebrow. "As your what?"

Selira straddled him again, already grinding. "As my knight. My pet. My lover."

Then the wind shifted.

And her eyes went cold.

"...They're here."

He sat up. "Who?"

She stood, magic forming in her hands — dark and wild.

"The other hunters. Twelve of them."

Kael grabbed his sword.

She smiled.

"Let's give them something to remember."