Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]
Chapter 80: New Players - 5

Chapter 80: New Players - 5

Selene sat up straight, her violet eyes wide with a mix of fear and twisted fascination, her sheer white dress riding up to expose the soft, glistening lips of her virgin pussy, her small breasts heaving as her cherry-pink nipples stiffened against the gauze.

"Is that the fire witch?" she whispered, her bratty voice trembling, heat blooming low in her belly at Veyna’s wild, dangerous beauty.

Veyna giggled, the sound unhinged, echoing through the chamber like a promise of chaos, her freckled skin flushing with excitement.

"Fire whore, technically," she purred, her voice full of ash and honey, dripping with seductive menace, her cursed eyes raking over the court, making thighs clench and cocks stir.

Elira unsheathed her sword a few inches, her muscular body tensing under her blackened armor, her short silver hair framing her scarred face, her tattooed arm flexing as her nipples stiffened against her undershirt.

"You shouldn’t be alive," she growled, her voice rough, laced with disdain and a hidden spark of arousal at Veyna’s defiant allure.

"And yet," Veyna said, licking her full lips slowly, her tongue tracing the curve with deliberate sensuality, her body shifting to accentuate the bare swell of her breast, her nipple peaking further in the humid air.

"Here I am. Dripping. Burning. Ready to ruin someone’s self-control." Her words hung heavy, her unstable energy radiating like heat from a flame, her pussy aching beneath her torn robes, wetness trickling down her inner thighs.

One of the mages tugged the chain hard, his voice trembling. "Silence, prisoner."

Veyna snapped her head toward him, her slitted eyes blazing.

He burst into flame, screaming as fire engulfed him, spinning and dropping to the ground, rolling in agony until only smoke remained, the scent of charred flesh mingling with the incense.

The other two mages backed away fast, releasing the chain like it was a viper, their faces pale, cocks shrinking in terror.

Sereya rose from her throne, her voluptuous body commanding the room, her crimson gown parting to reveal the soft, creamy expanse of her thighs, her full breasts straining against the golden chains, her nipples stiff with a mix of fury and intrigue.

"Why is she here?" she demanded, her amber eyes narrowing, her arousal stirring at Veyna’s chaotic presence.

Lyra whispered from her perch, her translucent red robes clinging to her willowy curves, her small breasts heaving as she leaned forward.

"Because chaos likes to fuck," she purred, her voice like velvet, her long red hair cascading like blood, her pussy throbbing at the unfolding drama.

Veyna knelt mockingly, her chains dragging like jewelry, her torn robes shifting to expose more of her freckled skin, her bare breast bouncing slightly, her nipple hard and begging for touch.

"I heard you were gathering perverts in a dying kingdom," she said, her voice a sultry rasp of ash and honey, her slitted eyes glinting with manic hunger.

"Thought I’d join the orgy." Her body trembled, her cursed fire making her skin glow faintly, wetness pooling between her thighs as her arousal built.

"You were scheduled for execution," Sereya snapped, her full lips curling, her voluptuous thighs shifting, her gown teasing the slick heat of her mound.

Veyna grinned, lifting one hand, her fingers curling slowly, heat shimmering in the air, her small breasts rising with a deep breath.

"I’d rather be dominated than executed," she purred, her voice dripping with seductive challenge, her pussy aching visibly beneath her robes.

She looked at the Queen—then at Selene, her slitted eyes burning with lust and madness.

"But none of you bitches look capable."

sssssssSSSSSSSSBBBBBAAAAAAAM!!

The glyph beneath the throne exploded in light, too late to run, too late to scream, its radiant burst engulfing the chamber in a blinding wave of power and desire.

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The glyph beneath Queen Sereya’s throne erupted in a blinding green blaze, a ring of writhing runes tearing across the chamber like lightning bolts of raw energy, twisting around every woman present with serpentine precision.

The air crackled with heat and magic, the scent of ozone mingling with the musky perfume of arousal, sealing them in an inescapable grip.

Lyra’s translucent red robes fluttered unnaturally, the silk clinging to her willowy curves like a lover’s desperate embrace before peeling away in shimmering tatters, revealing her porcelain skin, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff and flushed, her slick pussy glistening with anticipation.

She gasped, her smoky eyes widening in delight, her long red hair whipping as the runes crawled over her thighs like teasing fingers.

Selene clutched her chest, her sheer white dress dissolving into mist, her petite body exposed—her small breasts bouncing, cherry-pink nipples hardening in the charged air, her virgin pussy lips parting slightly, slick with unwitting arousal.

She gasped, her violet eyes wide with shock and forbidden excitement, her silver-blonde curls tumbling over her shoulders as the light wrapped around her thighs, sending shivers through her core.

Elira reached for her sword, but it shattered, melting into dust in her hand, her blackened armor evaporating in a haze of steam, leaving her muscular body bare—her firm breasts heaving, nipples erect, her tattooed abs glistening with sweat, her pussy aching with unexpected heat.

She growled, her short silver hair disheveled, her scarred thighs tensing as the runes bound her wrists, a surge of arousal betraying her stoic fury.

Veyna moaned loudly, wetly, the magic curling over her freckled skin like phantom tongues, igniting her cursed fire.

Her torn mage robes burned away, exposing her slim body—her small breasts flushed, nipples hard and begging for touch, her pussy dripping with cursed heat, flames licking her fingertips as her collar cracked and hissed, her wild red-orange braids glowing like embers.

Sereya’s amber eyes flared wide, then narrowed, her voluptuous body rising as the light began lifting her off the floor.

"This isn’t court sorcery..." she murmured, her crimson gown parting to reveal her full, heaving breasts, nipples stiff against the golden chains, her slick mound exposed, glistening with a mix of fear and intrigue.

The runes wrapped her wrists in mid-air, pulling her arms taut, her thighs parting involuntarily as the magic teased her core.