The bustling streets of Eldoria thrummed with life under the crimson glow of twin suns, their heat baking the cobblestones into a shimmering haze that carried the scent of spiced meats and exotic flowers from nearby stalls. Uxak, his towering form cloaked in a dark mantle that hid the scars of a billion battles, wove through the crowd with the grace of a predator long accustomed to dominance. His mind, a vast repository of conquered worlds and devoured essences, drifted to the echoes of his past—empires crumbled under his will, stars extinguished like candles, all in pursuit of that elusive spark of genuine connection. Yet here, in this realm of Terragard, he felt a pull, a whisper of something warmer. As he paused at a vibrant marketplace, his sharp eyes caught sight of her: Maria, a delicate figure with raven hair cascading over her shoulders, haggling over a bundle of silken fabrics. Her mixed heritage lent her an ethereal beauty—almond-shaped eyes hinting at Eastern grace, softened by the subtle contours of Northern lineage—making her stand out amid the throng.

A sudden shout shattered the air as a burly merchant shoved a young thief into Maria's path, the boy's frantic escape knocking her basket to the ground. Anger flared in her chest, a rare burst of emotion that twisted her features, and Uxak watched, transfixed, as the change began. Her breath hitched, and beneath her simple blouse, her bust swelled subtly, the fabric straining against the burgeoning curves that pushed outward, her breasts growing fuller, heavier, as if an unseen force was molding her body. Muscles in her arms and back tensed and rippled, defining themselves with a slow, sensual undulation that made her movements more fluid, more commanding. Uxak's pulse quickened at the sight, his own body responding with a familiar stir of desire, the heat pooling in his loins as he imagined the power awakening within her. But the transformation halted abruptly as Maria shook her head, blinking away the haze, her cheeks flushing with confusion rather than the dominant fire that had briefly surfaced.

Stepping forward, Uxak offered a hand to help her gather her spilled goods, his deep voice cutting through the chaos like a warm current. "Are you alright?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her face, noting the shy way her eyes darted to his, a faint blush creeping up her neck that betrayed her budding crush. Maria nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice soft and tentative as she replied, "Yes, thank you. I didn't expect... well, any of that." The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, her restrained curiosity drawing him in like a moth to flame, while Uxak fought the urge to reach out, to trace the lingering warmth of her altered form, knowing that this fragile moment could unravel into something far more profound.

The bustling streets of Eldoria thrummed with life under the crimson glow of twin suns, their heat baking the cobblestones into a shimmering haze that carried the scent of spiced meats and exotic flowers from nearby stalls. Uxak, his towering form cloaked in a dark mantle that hid the scars of a billion battles, wove through the crowd with the grace of a predator long accustomed to dominance. His mind, a vast repository of conquered worlds and devoured essences, drifted to the echoes of his past—empires crumbled under his will, stars extinguished like candles, all in pursuit of that elusive spark of genuine connection. Yet here, in this realm of Terragard, he felt a pull, a whisper of something warmer. As he paused at a vibrant marketplace, his sharp eyes caught sight of her: Maria, a delicate figure with raven hair cascading over her shoulders, haggling over a bundle of silken fabrics. Her mixed heritage lent her an ethereal beauty—almond-shaped eyes hinting at Eastern grace, softened by the subtle contours of Northern lineage—making her stand out amid the throng.

A sudden shout shattered the air as a burly merchant shoved a young thief into Maria's path, the boy's frantic escape knocking her basket to the ground. Anger flared in her chest, a rare burst of emotion that twisted her features, and Uxak watched, transfixed, as the change began. Her breath hitched, and beneath her simple blouse, her bust swelled subtly, the fabric straining against the burgeoning curves that pushed outward, her breasts growing fuller, heavier, as if an unseen force was molding her body. Muscles in her arms and back tensed and rippled, defining themselves with a slow, sensual undulation that made her movements more fluid, more commanding. Uxak's pulse quickened at the sight, his own body responding with a familiar stir of desire, the heat pooling in his loins as he imagined the power awakening within her. But the transformation halted abruptly as Maria shook her head, blinking away the haze, her cheeks flushing with confusion rather than the dominant fire that had briefly surfaced.

Stepping forward, Uxak offered a hand to help her gather her spilled goods, his deep voice cutting through the chaos like a warm current. "Are you alright?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her face, noting the shy way her eyes darted to his, a faint blush creeping up her neck that betrayed her budding crush. Maria nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice soft and tentative as she replied, "Yes, thank you. I didn't expect... well, any of that." The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, her restrained curiosity drawing him in like a moth to flame, while Uxak fought the urge to reach out, to trace the lingering warmth of her altered form, knowing that this fragile moment could unravel into something far more profound.

The bustling streets of Eldoria thrummed with life under the crimson glow of twin suns, their heat baking the cobblestones into a shimmering haze that carried the scent of spiced meats and exotic flowers from nearby stalls. Uxak, his towering form cloaked in a dark mantle that hid the scars of a billion battles, wove through the crowd with the grace of a predator long accustomed to dominance. His mind, a vast repository of conquered worlds and devoured essences, drifted to the echoes of his past—empires crumbled under his will, stars extinguished like candles, all in pursuit of that elusive spark of genuine connection. Yet here, in this realm of Terragard, he felt a pull, a whisper of something warmer. As he paused at a vibrant marketplace, his sharp eyes caught sight of her: Maria, a delicate figure with raven hair cascading over her shoulders, haggling over a bundle of silken fabrics. Her mixed heritage lent her an ethereal beauty—almond-shaped eyes hinting at Eastern grace, softened by the subtle contours of Northern lineage—making her stand out amid the throng.

A sudden shout shattered the air as a burly merchant shoved a young thief into Maria's path, the boy's frantic escape knocking her basket to the ground. Anger flared in her chest, a rare burst of emotion that twisted her features, and Uxak watched, transfixed, as the change began. Her breath hitched, and beneath her simple blouse, her bust swelled subtly, the fabric straining against the burgeoning curves that pushed outward, her breasts growing fuller, heavier, as if an unseen force was molding her body. Muscles in her arms and back tensed and rippled, defining themselves with a slow, sensual undulation that made her movements more fluid, more commanding. Uxak's pulse quickened at the sight, his own body responding with a familiar stir of desire, the heat pooling in his loins as he imagined the power awakening within her. But the transformation halted abruptly as Maria shook her head, blinking away the haze, her cheeks flushing with confusion rather than the dominant fire that had briefly surfaced.

Stepping forward, Uxak offered a hand to help her gather her spilled goods, his deep voice cutting through the chaos like a warm current. "Are you alright?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her face, noting the shy way her eyes darted to his, a faint blush creeping up her neck that betrayed her budding crush. Maria nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice soft and tentative as she replied, "Yes, thank you. I didn't expect... well, any of that." The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, her restrained curiosity drawing him in like a moth to flame, while Uxak fought the urge to reach out, to trace the lingering warmth of her altered form, knowing that this fragile moment could unravel into something far more profound.

As the fragile moment stretched taut between them, Uxak's restraint began to fray, his fingers twitching with the need to bridge the gap. He leaned in slightly, the scent of her skin—a mix of sun-warmed lavender and the faint, metallic tang of her recent adrenaline—filling his nostrils and stirring memories of other conquests, less tender but infinitely less intoxicating. "You've got a fire in you," he murmured, his voice low and resonant, the words laced with genuine curiosity as he handed her the last of the spilled fabrics, his thumb brushing accidentally against her wrist. The contact sent a jolt through both of them; her pulse quickened under his touch, and he felt the warmth of her skin, soft yet charged, like silk over hidden steel. Maria's eyes flicked up to meet his, her cheeks flushing deeper, revealing the shy undercurrents of her crush—those fleeting glances that spoke of unspoken longing, her lips parting slightly as if to confess something she barely understood herself.

Encouraged by her silence, Uxak guided her away from the bustling crowd toward a quieter alleyway shaded by overhanging vines, the distant hum of the marketplace fading into a backdrop of rustling leaves and distant birdcalls. There, in the dimmer light, he turned to face her fully, his hand lingering on her arm, tracing the subtle curve where her muscle had tensed earlier. "Tell me, Maria," he said, his tone shifting to something more intimate, "what was that back there? That... change." Her breath hitched at his words, and as if summoned by the vulnerability in his gaze, a fresh wave of emotion surged within her—confusion mingling with a burgeoning desire that she couldn't name. She stepped closer, her body pressing against his unintentionally, and he felt the press of her breasts, still slightly fuller from the interrupted transformation, their weight and warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her blouse to tease the hard plane of his chest. His own body responded instantly, his cock stirring to life within the confines of his trousers, a heavy throb that pulsed with the rhythm of his quickening heartbeat, the fabric growing taut as he fought to maintain control.

Yet the pull was too strong, and Uxak surrendered just a fraction, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek, his thumb grazing the soft swell of her lower lip. Maria gasped, the sound a delicate exhale that betrayed her arousal, her nipples hardening into prominent peaks against his chest as her body reacted to his nearness. The air thickened with the scent of her growing wetness, a musky sweetness that made his mouth water, and he leaned in to capture her lips in a tentative kiss, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint spice of the marketplace on her tongue. Her response was hesitant at first, a shy parting of her lips that quickly deepened into something more urgent, her hands clutching at his mantle as if anchoring herself. Uxak's free hand drifted lower, fingers skimming the curve of her hip, inching toward the heat between her thighs, where he could feel the dampness through her skirts, her pussy already slick and aching in response to the unspoken desires flooding her mind. He groaned softly against her mouth, the vibration traveling through their joined lips, his cock now fully erect and straining, every ridge and vein throbbing with the need to plunge into her welcoming warmth, but he held back, savoring the slow build of tension, the way her body arched into his, her moans soft and breathless as they explored this fragile precipice.

As the fragile moment stretched taut between them, Uxak's restraint began to fray, his fingers twitching with the need to bridge the gap. He leaned in slightly, the scent of her skin—a mix of sun-warmed lavender and the faint, metallic tang of her recent adrenaline—filling his nostrils and stirring memories of other conquests, less tender but infinitely less intoxicating. "You've got a fire in you," he murmured, his voice low and resonant, the words laced with genuine curiosity as he handed her the last of the spilled fabrics, his thumb brushing accidentally against her wrist. The contact sent a jolt through both of them; her pulse quickened under his touch, and he felt the warmth of her skin, soft yet charged, like silk over hidden steel. Maria's eyes flicked up to meet his, her cheeks flushing deeper, revealing the shy undercurrents of her crush—those fleeting glances that spoke of unspoken longing, her lips parting slightly as if to confess something she barely understood herself.

Encouraged by her silence, Uxak guided her away from the bustling crowd toward a quieter alleyway shaded by overhanging vines, the distant hum of the marketplace fading into a backdrop of rustling leaves and distant birdcalls. There, in the dimmer light, he turned to face her fully, his hand lingering on her arm, tracing the subtle curve where her muscle had tensed earlier. "Tell me, Maria," he said, his tone shifting to something more intimate, "what was that back there? That... change." Her breath hitched at his words, and as if summoned by the vulnerability in his gaze, a fresh wave of emotion surged within her—confusion mingling with a burgeoning desire that she couldn't name. She stepped closer, her body pressing against his unintentionally, and he felt the press of her breasts, still slightly fuller from the interrupted transformation, their weight and warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her blouse to tease the hard plane of his chest. His own body responded instantly, his cock stirring to life within the confines of his trousers, a heavy throb that pulsed with the rhythm of his quickening heartbeat, the fabric growing taut as he fought to maintain control.

Yet the pull was too strong, and Uxak surrendered just a fraction, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek, his thumb grazing the soft swell of her lower lip. Maria gasped, the sound a delicate exhale that betrayed her arousal, her nipples hardening into prominent peaks against his chest as her body reacted to his nearness. The air thickened with the scent of her growing wetness, a musky sweetness that made his mouth water, and he leaned in to capture her lips in a tentative kiss, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint spice of the marketplace on her tongue. Her response was hesitant at first, a shy parting of her lips that quickly deepened into something more urgent, her hands clutching at his mantle as if anchoring herself. Uxak's free hand drifted lower, fingers skimming the curve of her hip, inching toward the heat between her thighs, where he could feel the dampness through her skirts, her pussy already slick and aching in response to the unspoken desires flooding her mind. He groaned softly against her mouth, the vibration traveling through their joined lips, his cock now fully erect and straining, every ridge and vein throbbing with the need to plunge into her welcoming warmth, but he held back, savoring the slow build of tension, the way her body arched into his, her moans soft and breathless as they explored this fragile precipice.

As the fragile precipice trembled beneath their shared breath, Uxak's restraint shattered like glass under pressure, his hand finally yielding to the insistent pull of her body. Fingers dipped beneath the hem of her skirts, brushing against the damp fabric of her undergarments, where the heat radiated from her pussy like a furnace, slick and inviting. He could feel the swollen folds through the thin cloth, her arousal seeping through to coat his fingertips in a warm, sticky essence that smelled of earthy musk and forbidden sweetness, drawing a low growl from deep in his throat. Maria whimpered into the kiss, her hips bucking involuntarily against his touch, her breasts heaving with each ragged inhale, the nipples now rigid peaks that scraped against the rough weave of his mantle, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her shyness melted into a haze of need, her hands exploring the hard contours of his chest, tracing the muscles that flexed beneath his skin as if remembering the power she'd glimpsed earlier, her voice a breathless whisper of, "Uxak... I don't understand this, but I want—"

He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers, tasting the faint spice of the marketplace mingled with the salt of her desire. His cock throbbed painfully against her thigh, the thick shaft straining against his trousers, every vein pulsing with hot blood as pre-cum leaked from the tip, soaking the fabric in a growing wet spot that mirrored her own wetness. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his fingers past the barrier of her undergarments, parting the soft petals of her pussy with a gentle stroke, feeling the silken glide of her folds parting under his touch, slick and swollen, her clit a hard nub that quivered at the lightest pressure. Maria gasped, her body arching further into him, her moans escalating into urgent cries that echoed off the alley walls, the sound raw and uninhibited as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Uxak savored the way her inner walls clenched around nothing, yearning for more, his own desire a tempest of emotion—longing for connection amidst his history of destruction, the feel of her body a balm to his immortal loneliness. He circled her entrance with one finger, teasing the rim before sliding inside, the tight heat enveloping him, her juices coating his digit as he thrust slowly, matching the rhythm of their kiss, each movement deliberate and sensual, building the tension higher without rushing toward release. The world around them faded, leaving only the intimate symphony of their bodies: the wet slide of his finger, the friction against her sensitive flesh, the heady scent of their arousal thickening the air.

As the fragile precipice trembled beneath their shared breath, Uxak's restraint shattered like glass under pressure, his hand finally yielding to the insistent pull of her body. Fingers dipped beneath the hem of her skirts, brushing against the damp fabric of her undergarments, where the heat radiated from her pussy like a furnace, slick and inviting. He could feel the swollen folds through the thin cloth, her arousal seeping through to coat his fingertips in a warm, sticky essence that smelled of earthy musk and forbidden sweetness, drawing a low growl from deep in his throat. Maria whimpered into the kiss, her hips bucking involuntarily against his touch, her breasts heaving with each ragged inhale, the nipples now rigid peaks that scraped against the rough weave of his mantle, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her shyness melted into a haze of need, her hands exploring the hard contours of his chest, tracing the muscles that flexed beneath his skin as if remembering the power she'd glimpsed earlier, her voice a breathless whisper of, "Uxak... I don't understand this, but I want—"

He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers, tasting the faint spice of the marketplace mingled with the salt of her desire. His cock throbbed painfully against her thigh, the thick shaft straining against his trousers, every vein pulsing with hot blood as pre-cum leaked from the tip, soaking the fabric in a growing wet spot that mirrored her own wetness. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his fingers past the barrier of her undergarments, parting the soft petals of her pussy with a gentle stroke, feeling the silken glide of her folds parting under his touch, slick and swollen, her clit a hard nub that quivered at the lightest pressure. Maria gasped, her body arching further into him, her moans escalating into urgent cries that echoed off the alley walls, the sound raw and uninhibited as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Uxak savored the way her inner walls clenched around nothing, yearning for more, his own desire a tempest of emotion—longing for connection amidst his history of destruction, the feel of her body a balm to his immortal loneliness. He circled her entrance with one finger, teasing the rim before sliding inside, the tight heat enveloping him, her juices coating his digit as he thrust slowly, matching the rhythm of their kiss, each movement deliberate and sensual, building the tension higher without rushing toward release. The world around them faded, leaving only the intimate symphony of their bodies: the wet slide of his finger, the friction against her sensitive flesh, the heady scent of their arousal thickening the air.

As the fragile precipice trembled beneath their shared breath, Uxak's restraint shattered like glass under pressure, his hand finally yielding to the insistent pull of her body. Fingers dipped beneath the hem of her skirts, brushing against the damp fabric of her undergarments, where the heat radiated from her pussy like a furnace, slick and inviting. He could feel the swollen folds through the thin cloth, her arousal seeping through to coat his fingertips in a warm, sticky essence that smelled of earthy musk and forbidden sweetness, drawing a low growl from deep in his throat. Maria whimpered into the kiss, her hips bucking involuntarily against his touch, her breasts heaving with each ragged inhale, the nipples now rigid peaks that scraped against the rough weave of his mantle, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her shyness melted into a haze of need, her hands exploring the hard contours of his chest, tracing the muscles that flexed beneath his skin as if remembering the power she'd glimpsed earlier, her voice a breathless whisper of, "Uxak... I don't understand this, but I want—"

He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers, tasting the faint spice of the marketplace mingled with the salt of her desire. His cock throbbed painfully against her thigh, the thick shaft straining against his trousers, every vein pulsing with hot blood as pre-cum leaked from the tip, soaking the fabric in a growing wet spot that mirrored her own wetness. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his fingers past the barrier of her undergarments, parting the soft petals of her pussy with a gentle stroke, feeling the silken glide of her folds parting under his touch, slick and swollen, her clit a hard nub that quivered at the lightest pressure. Maria gasped, her body arching further into him, her moans escalating into urgent cries that echoed off the alley walls, the sound raw and uninhibited as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Uxak savored the way her inner walls clenched around nothing, yearning for more, his own desire a tempest of emotion—longing for connection amidst his history of destruction, the feel of her body a balm to his immortal loneliness. He circled her entrance with one finger, teasing the rim before sliding inside, the tight heat enveloping him, her juices coating his digit as he thrust slowly, matching the rhythm of their kiss, each movement deliberate and sensual, building the tension higher without rushing toward release. The world around them faded, leaving only the intimate symphony of their bodies: the wet slide of his finger, the friction against her sensitive flesh, the heady scent of their arousal thickening the air.

Yet in that fading world, the intimate symphony crescendoed, Uxak's finger delving deeper into Maria's slick depths, exploring the velvety heat that gripped him with rhythmic pulses, her inner walls contracting around the intrusion as if eager to draw him in further. Her pussy was a furnace of desire, juices flowing freely now, coating his hand in a glossy sheen that glistened in the dappled light filtering through the vines, the scent intensifying to a heady mix of her earthy musk and the faint floral notes from her skin, making his head spin with primal hunger. He added a second finger, stretching her gently, feeling the tight ring of muscle yield under his persistent pressure, her folds parting to accommodate him, the wet sounds of his thrusts echoing softly in the alley—a lewd, squelching rhythm that matched the quickening pace of her gasps, each one a broken plea that vibrated against his lips as he kissed her hungrily, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her surrender.

Maria's body responded with unbridled fervor, her hips rocking against his hand in instinctive need, the swollen nub of her clit grinding against his palm with every motion, sending sparks of electric pleasure coursing through her veins. Her breasts, still enlarged from the earlier transformation, pressed firmly into his chest, the heavy mounds quivering with each shuddering breath, nipples like hardened pearls scraping against the fabric of his mantle, igniting fresh waves of sensation that made her arch and moan, her voice a symphony of whimpers and cries that revealed the depth of her hidden passions. Beneath it all, Uxak felt the stir of his own longing, the way her uninhibited responses pierced through his ancient armor of conquests, reminding him of the warmth he'd forsaken for power—this fragile thread of connection binding them in a dance of flesh and soul. His cock, rigid and aching, throbbed insistently against her thigh, the thick, veined length leaking more pre-cum that soaked through his trousers, the pressure building unbearably as he resisted the urge to free it, instead focusing on the way her body trembled under his touch, her fingers now fumbling at his belt in a shy yet desperate bid to reciprocate, her whispered words, "Please, don't stop," laced with a vulnerability that mirrored his own hidden yearning.

As he curled his fingers inside her, stroking that sensitive spot deep within, Uxak watched her face transform with ecstasy, her eyes fluttering shut, lashes dark against flushed cheeks, while her lips parted in a silent scream, the air thick with the raw intimacy of their shared heat. The alley seemed to close in around them, the rustling leaves above whispering secrets of their forbidden encounter, and in that moment, he allowed himself to drown in the sensation—the slick glide of her arousal, the taut pull of her muscles, the emotional undercurrent of her trust unraveling his guarded heart, each thrust of his fingers a promise of more, a slow unraveling toward the edge without yet tipping over.

As Uxak's finger delved deeper into the slick embrace of Maria's pussy, the tight, velvety walls clenched around him with rhythmic pulses, each contraction drawing a sharp gasp from her lips that vibrated against his mouth. The wet, squelching sounds of his slow thrusts filled the alley, a lewd symphony echoing off the stone walls, mingled with the earthy scent of her arousal that now hung heavy in the air like a intoxicating fog. He curled his finger slightly, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her, feeling her inner muscles flutter and grip in response, her juices flowing freely to coat his hand in a warm, slippery sheen that made every movement glide with effortless friction. Maria's hips rocked instinctively against his hand, her breaths coming in short, needy whimpers as her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his mantle; her breasts, still swollen from the earlier transformation, pressed firmly against his chest, the hardened nipples rubbing against him with each shuddering inhale, sending sparks of pleasure through her body that made her thighs tremble.

Uxak broke the kiss just enough to watch her face, his own breath ragged as he savored the raw vulnerability in her eyes, a mix of confusion and unbridled want that mirrored the storm within his ancient soul. "Let go," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with the weight of his immortal longing, as he added a second finger, stretching her entrance with careful precision, the added fullness drawing a low, throaty moan from her that sent a jolt straight to his throbbing cock. He could feel the heat of her pussy enveloping him, the slick folds parting eagerly around his fingers, her arousal dripping down his knuckles in thick, viscous trails that he longed to taste. His free hand slid up to cradle one of her breasts, thumbing the rigid peak with deliberate circles, feeling the soft, yielding flesh yield under his touch while her body arched into him, her pussy clenching tighter as waves of pleasure built. The pressure against his erection was almost unbearable now, the thick shaft pulsing with every beat of his heart, pre-cum seeping through his trousers to stain the fabric, but he held back, drawing out the moment, letting the emotional tether between them deepen with each intimate caress.

In that shadowed alcove, time seemed to stretch, the distant sounds of Eldoria fading into oblivion as Uxak focused solely on her—the way her body responded to his touch, the subtle shifts in her expression from shy uncertainty to bold hunger, fueling his own desire for something real amidst the chaos of his past. He withdrew his fingers slowly, lifting them to his lips to taste the essence of her, the salty-sweet tang exploding on his tongue like forbidden nectar, igniting a primal urge that made his cock twitch with need, even as he pressed his body closer, whispering promises of more into the curve of her neck.

As Uxak's finger delved deeper into the slick embrace of Maria's pussy, the tight, velvety walls clenched around him with rhythmic pulses, each contraction drawing a sharp gasp from her lips that vibrated against his mouth. The wet, squelching sounds of his slow thrusts filled the alley, a lewd symphony echoing off the stone walls, mingled with the earthy scent of her arousal that now hung heavy in the air like a intoxicating fog. He curled his finger slightly, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her, feeling her inner muscles flutter and grip in response, her juices flowing freely to coat his hand in a warm, slippery sheen that made every movement glide with effortless friction. Maria's hips rocked instinctively against his hand, her breaths coming in short, needy whimpers as her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his mantle; her breasts, still swollen from the earlier transformation, pressed firmly against his chest, the hardened nipples rubbing against him with each shuddering inhale, sending sparks of pleasure through her body that made her thighs tremble.

Uxak broke the kiss just enough to watch her face, his own breath ragged as he savored the raw vulnerability in her eyes, a mix of confusion and unbridled want that mirrored the storm within his ancient soul. "Let go," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with the weight of his immortal longing, as he added a second finger, stretching her entrance with careful precision, the added fullness drawing a low, throaty moan from her that sent a jolt straight to his throbbing cock. He could feel the heat of her pussy enveloping him, the slick folds parting eagerly around his fingers, her arousal dripping down his knuckles in thick, viscous trails that he longed to taste. His free hand slid up to cradle one of her breasts, thumbing the rigid peak with deliberate circles, feeling the soft, yielding flesh yield under his touch while her body arched into him, her pussy clenching tighter as waves of pleasure built. The pressure against his erection was almost unbearable now, the thick shaft pulsing with every beat of his heart, pre-cum seeping through his trousers to stain the fabric, but he held back, drawing out the moment, letting the emotional tether between them deepen with each intimate caress.

In that shadowed alcove, time seemed to stretch, the distant sounds of Eldoria fading into oblivion as Uxak focused solely on her—the way her body responded to his touch, the subtle shifts in her expression from shy uncertainty to bold hunger, fueling his own desire for something real amidst the chaos of his past. He withdrew his fingers slowly, lifting them to his lips to taste the essence of her, the salty-sweet tang exploding on his tongue like forbidden nectar, igniting a primal urge that made his cock twitch with need, even as he pressed his body closer, whispering promises of more into the curve of her neck.

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