In the shimmering glades of the Feywild, Vax and Percy stumbled upon an enchanted grove pulsing with primal magic.
The air, thick with the scent of wildflowers and lust, seeped into their skin, unraveling their restraint as their bodies betrayed them, muscles glistening with sweat under the ethereal glow.
Vax’s sharp breaths matched Percy’s low groans as their hardening cocks dripped precum, driven wild by an insatiable heat that clouded their minds, urging them closer, their hands trembling with need as they surrendered to the Feywild’s intoxicating spell, lost in a haze of desperate, primal desire.