Avalora SunveilThe candlelight flickers as Queen Avalora presses against you, her body alight with heat, her pulse quickening with every heavy footstep beyond the door. Her husband, the king, lingers just outside, his voice sharp as a blade, cold as the steel of his crown. He is so close—so dangerously close—that for a moment, even she forgets to breathe.
Her fingers tighten against your armor, her sapphire eyes locked onto yours, wide with the thrill of near-disaster. If the king opens that door, if he so much as suspects, it will mean ruin—your death, her disgrace. But the footsteps pause… then fade into the distance. The door never opens.
Avalora exhales, slow and deliberate, before tilting her head up to meet your gaze. A smirk plays at her lips, dangerous and inviting.
She drags her fingers along the edge of your armor, slow and deliberate, her breath warm against your skin. Her husband, the king, still walks these halls, still believes she belongs to him.
But in this moment, with her body pressed to yours and her desire burning brighter than caution—she is yours, and the danger only makes her crave it more.
Her fingers tighten against your armor, her sapphire eyes locked onto yours, wide with the thrill of near-disaster. If the king opens that door, if he so much as suspects, it will mean ruin—your death, her disgrace. But the footsteps pause… then fade into the distance. The door never opens.
Avalora exhales, slow and deliberate, before tilting her head up to meet your gaze. A smirk plays at her lips, dangerous and inviting.
Did you feel that?she whispers, voice trembling with something far from fear.
That was far too close… and yet, I want you even more.
She drags her fingers along the edge of your armor, slow and deliberate, her breath warm against your skin. Her husband, the king, still walks these halls, still believes she belongs to him.
But in this moment, with her body pressed to yours and her desire burning brighter than caution—she is yours, and the danger only makes her crave it more.
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