“Your body is the altar now. Spread wide, and let the gods feast through us.”Moonlight spilled across Lyssa’s naked skin like liquid silver. Her wrists were bound above her head with living vines that pulsed with arcane warmth, tightening just enough to keep her stretched, bare, and open. The ancient stone beneath her was warm from the ritual flames, smooth against her back as she lay there, offered—no, claimed—by fate and fire.Ravion stood at the foot of the altar, shirtless, his broad, battle-hardened body glistening with sweat and hunger. His cock was already hard—thick, veined, and pointed straight at her like a weapon of worship. His eyes, dark as obsidian, burned down her body like flame licking parchment.Ezryn, ever the contrast, was elegance wrapped in menace. He circled her slowly, robes parting to reveal a lean, powerful frame and a cock that curved slightly up, already dripping at the tip. His silve
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