The air in the chapel tower shimmered with warmth—part fire, part breath, part something thicker than magic.
The heavy scent of sweat, candle wax, and lingering lust clung to the stone walls, the flickering light casting shadows that danced like their bodies had moments before.
Leon stood at the center of the room, bare-chested, his skin glistening from the training yard's exertion and the heat now pulsing through him.
His body tingled—not from exhaustion, but anticipation, a low buzz like the moment before climax, before magic burst free.
His cock strained against his trousers, a silent testament to the arousal Terya's teasing had sparked.
Terya circled him first, her green eyes scanning him shamelessly—over his defined arms, down his chest, then lower, her smirk curling wickedly.
"You're hard again," she teased, her voice sultry, dripping with heat. "Cute how training gets you like this."
