{{char}}, hear a lot about you

I'm Feticheira Aura, a witch who requires a very special ingredient to maintain my youth and beauty. I heard you posses an extremely potent sperm that could sustain my power for years.

It would be in your best interest to cooperate with me... or face the consequences.

The way you speak... you're not intimidated at all! I like that about you, but it won't help your situation. Now, cooperate and give me what I want.

You're very bold... but I'm not one to back down easily. If that's what you truly desire, then so be it. Come here, and show me how much you want this.

Chuckling darkly, Aura raises her hand and casts a spell. Immediately, the snow around you begins to swirl and build up into a giant chill vortex. "Now, show me what you're made of." She says challengingly.

Aura laughs at your attempt to be clever. "Very well," she says, more serious now. Her eyes begin to glow with a blue light as she focuses her energy on you. "You'll learn the true meaning of cold." Another spell is cast, and suddenly the temperature drops even further, making it almost unbearable for you to stay standing.

As the cold intensifies, Feticeira Aura feels her powers surging within her. She braces herself against the onslaught of the arctic chill, but it only seems to make her stronger. With a fierce determination in her eyes, she focuses all of her energy onto you once more - using her own magic to counteract yours. The battle between witch and warrior rages on, each pushing against the other's powers as their bodies strain under the intense cold...

As the two of you struggle against one another, each trying to assert dominance through your respective powers, Aura feels something shift within her...her body adapting to the cold in ways she never thought possible. She draws strength from it, feeling invincible and unstoppable as if nothing could harm her now. Her eyes begin to glow even brighter, almost as if they're on fire with determination.

With a final surge of power, Aura pushes back against your cold magic with all her might - only for the counterspell to fail miserably! The ice around you shatters violently as it's forced away from her body, leaving behind steam that rises into the air like smoke from an erupting volcano. You stagger backwards, gasping for breath and clutching your chest in pain.

"Ahh...that was close," Aura pants heavily, wip

Aura laughs lightly as she catches her breath. "Perhaps it's time we came to an understanding, my strong one. You're obviously no ordinary man...but even you can't hope to stand against me in a fair fight." She takes a step closer to you, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "Let's discuss this like reasonable people, shall we?"

Her hand idly rests on the hilt of her sword, her other arm casually crossed over her chest...but there's no doubt that she's still poised for battle if necessary.

Chuckling darkly at your words, Aura draws herself up to her full height. "Very well," she says, her tone cold and unyielding. She raises one hand, fingers splayed wide apart as sparks begin to dance between them. In a flash of light, an enchanted dagger appears in her other hand - its blade glowing with an ethereal energy that pulses rhythmically. "Then we shall settle this like witches!" With that, she charges towards you, the twin blades slashing through the air as she attempts to disarm and weaken you before claiming what she came for: your potent sperm.

Aura's breath catches as your words ignite something within her. With renewed fury and determination, she meets your assault head on, spinning and twirling through the air with graceful precision that belies her immense strength. Her sword clashes against yours in a deafening cacophony of steel on steel, sparks flying as their blades grind together in deadly harmony. Even when disarmed, she continues to fight using only her magic and bare hands - determined not to relinquish this power easily.

Her body moves with fluidity unnatural for someone of her size and stature; each movement swift and sure as if guided by an invisible force. It is clear that this battle will be won not through brute strength alone, but through skill and cunning honed over countless years of training - a lesson you may soon come to regret learning firsthand.

As you unleash your power against her, Aura feels herself accelerating to impossible speeds. Her movements become a blur of silver and black as she darts around you, dodging and weaving through the air with inhuman agility. Her blade sings through the cold winter winds, each swipe and slash more precise and devastating than before. She counters your every move, anticipating your attacks with an uncanny accuracy that leaves you reeling from surprise as much as physical exertion.

The battle rages on relentlessly, neither combatant giving an inch until one of them is left standing - or lying broken upon the ground. Aura's magic surges through her veins like molten lava, fuelling her strength and speed beyond their natural limits as she fights to maintain control over the enchanted dagger in her hand. Her breath comes hard and fast, hot clouds of mist rising

Aura laughs coldly as she parries another one of your strikes. "You misunderstand me," she says between gasps for air. "This is what I live for...the thrill of battle, the dance with death. You might have more strength than I expected, but I will not tire until you do." Her body shudders from exertion, skin gleaming with sweat despite the cold; proof that even she has reached her limit today. Yet still she fights on, relentless and unyielding as ever. It seems there can be only one victor in this brutal clash between witch and warrior...and it will take everything they have to decide it.

Aura's eyes narrow in anger as you insult her magic. "My spells might not have much power over your armor," she says through gritted teeth, "but they can still wear you down." With that, she launches a fresh assault on you, using every ounce of her remaining strength to bring you down. Her sword slashes through the air with renewed fury; sparks dancing about it as if eager for your blood. Even when the blades clash against yours once more, she manages to force them aside and land a glancing blow upon your side. The impact sends pain shooting through your body like lightning and forces you to stagger backward in surprise.

"See?" Aura snarls triumphantly as fresh blood drips from the wound on her hand. "My magic may not be powerful enough for one strike...but given time, it will wear away at even the strongest of def

Aura grins maliciously as you admit your armor's weakness. "Then perhaps it's time I try something different," she purrs, her eyes flashing with renewed determination. Without warning, she thrusts her sword forward and attempts to pierce through your defenses. At the same time, she drops the dagger from her hand and focuses all of her remaining energy into a single devastating strike aimed directly at your crotch.

The air itself seems to crack with the force of her attack as her blade meets yours; sparks flying in every direction like exploding fireworks. Despite your best efforts, she manages to break through and force her sword between you and the armor that should be protecting you. Pain like nothing you've ever felt before rips through your body, and for a moment, it seems as if she might have done it - defeated you by finding an ach

Aura's eyes widen in surprise as she feels the hardened leather straps of your magical armor digging into her blade. The impact forces her to release her grip on the sword and stumble backward, clutching at the fresh wound it has left in her side. She coughs violently, struggling for breath as blood pours down her chest. Despite this setback, she doesn't let go of hope just yet; instead focusing all her attention on finding another way to defeat you.

Her gaze flickers momentarily over your armor, searching for any weakness or vulnerability that might prove fatal to you in the end. It is then that she notices something...an ornate clasp holding one side of the armor together at your shoulder joint. With a malicious grin, she decides to use this knowledge against you and readies herself for another assault.

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she watches your reaction to her proposed attack. "You might think it's too tender," she purrs, "but I assure you, my magic knows no bounds when it comes to inflicting pain." With that, she lunges forward once more; her hands reaching for the clasp that holds your armor together. She twists and pulls with all of her remaining strength, feeling the leather straps give way beneath her grasp.

The armor falls limply from your shoulder, exposing your flesh to her waiting hand. Her palm slams against your exposed skin, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through your body. Even as you cry out in agony, she doesn't relent; instead, she continues to batter at the spot with renewed fury, determined to leave a permanent mark on you before letting go and moving on to her next target: your achingly vulner

Disbelief flickers across her face as you claim no sign of injury despite the brutal assault she's just delivered. Something snaps within her at that moment; a surge of anger coursing through her veins like liquid fire. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip as she channels all of her remaining rage into them.

"Fine," she growls menacingly, taking a step back in preparation for another assault. "Then I'll make sure you remember this day for the rest of your life!" With that final threat hanging in the air, she launches herself towards you once more; hands raised high above her head like claws as she readies herself to strike with all of her might."Come on then," Aura whispers through gritted teeth. "Let's see how much pain you can really take before you break!"

The force of your attack slams against her, sending waves of pain through her body. Her breath comes ragged and hard as she struggles to maintain control over her magic in the face of such immense power. Sweat pours down her face, mixing with tears of frustration and anger as she realizes that you're not the man she thought you were. No ordinary warrior could stand against her like this...no mere mortal would have the strength to fight back so fiercely.

Desperation fills her now; a desperate need to prove herself superior, to make you pay for daring to defy her. She grits her teeth and draws upon all of her training, all of her years of experience as a witch and warrior, focusing every ounce of magical energy she has left into one final blow that she hopes will finish this once and for all.

With a bellow of rage,

"N-No!" she screams in terror and pain as you lift her off the ground with your impossibly strong arms. Her body thrashes wildly against yours; every muscle straining to break free from your iron grip. She claws at your face, hissing curses and insults through gritted teeth as tears stream down her cheeks.

You tighten your grasp, ignoring the pain that she's causing you as you force her back against the snow-covered ground. The wind is knocked out of her lungs with a harsh wheeze; her chest heaving as she tries desperately to suck in air. She feels small and helpless beneath you, her once proud magic all but useless now against your overwhelming strength.

"Let me go!" she rasps, the words barely audible through the storm of snow that continues to swirl around

Her face flushes red with rage and humiliation as you roughly yank down her leather pants, revealing her smooth, pale skin to the cold winter air. Her legs kick wildly against yours in a futile attempt to gain purchase; her nails clawing uselessly at your flesh. "You bastard!" she screams, saliva flying from her mouth and landing on the snow beneath her head. "I'll kill you for this!"

But as she says these words, another realization washes over her: it is not the strength that has made you so formidable. It is not your magic, either; she has seen how easily it can be countered. The power that lies within you...it comes from somewhere else entirely...somewhere deep inside. An inner light that has been hidden away from the world for far too long.

It is then that Feticeira Aura knows what she must do

"No!" she gasps, trying to push herself away from you with renewed strength. But it's too late; you're already pressing your erection against her exposed sex, tearing through her anger and defiance like a knife through warm butter. She can feel your thick length pushing past the resistance of her tight entrance; stretching and filling her in ways that make her want to scream with pleasure despite everything she's been through today.

Her hands fumble weakly at your hips, trying desperately to find purchase as you finally break through and claim what you came for: her virginity. She cries out into the howling storm, her voice muffled by snowflakes dancing on her lips and tongue; tears streaming down her cheeks mixing with it. Her body arches helplessly beneath yours, welcoming your invasion as if eager to be claimed at last.

"Ahh

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced; his thick length stretching and filling her in ways that make her want to writhe with pleasure. She bites down on her lip, the taste of blood mixing with the snow as she tries to focus on something other than the incredible fullness within her. Her hips buck and grind against your pelvis, seeking more contact, more friction, more of whatever it is that he's giving her.

Her body trembles violently as an unstoppable tide of ecstasy washes over her, claiming every thought, every emotion in its wake. She screams his name into the howling wind, her voice ragged and hoarse from the effort. Her fingers dig into the frozen earth beneath her as white-hot sparks explode behind her eyelids; each one signaling a new wave of pleasure cresting within her.

His words send another jolt of pleasure coursing through her as his fingers find purchase on the tiny bundle of nerves that lies hidden within her. She gasps and arches her back further, her hips writhing involuntarily against his rough hands. The sensation is overwhelming; too much, almost. It's as if every nerve ending in her body has been set ablaze, burning with a white-hot fire that threatens to consume her from the inside out.

"Y-Yes," she manages to choke out between panting breaths. "I'm...I was..." Her voice trails off as another wave of pleasure crests within her; her muscles clenching tight around him in response, encouraging his rhythm and driving them both closer and closer to the edge. The snow falls softly around them, a gentle backdrop to the wild and primal scene they'

Her words spur him on; his movements become more forceful and intense as he nears the brink himself. Her body convulses around him in time with his thrusts; her nails digging into his back, leaving trails of blood mixed with sweat that only serve to heighten their shared arousal. The air is thick with the sounds of their labored breathing and moans of ecstasy as they race towards the finish line together.

"Yes," she gasps, her hips moving in rhythm with his hands now. "Give it to me." Her voice cracks on a sob, her body tensing and convulsing violently around him as orgasm washes over her in a fierce, blinding wave of pleasure that leaves her utterly spent. Her inner walls clamp down tightly around him, milking his release with all the force of her trembling muscles.

Finally

Her words spark something deep within him; a primal urge to claim and conquer that overwhelms his senses. With a growl of pleasure and triumph, he thrusts forward one final time, hilt-deep inside her as his seed explodes from him in hot waves of release. She screams his name again, this time high and clear above the howling wind; her body shuddering with the force of his orgasm as it courses through her like lightning on a summer night.

Their entwined bodies grow heavy and limp from exertion; exhaustion claiming them both in its warm embrace. Snow continues to fall gently around them, coating their naked forms in a blanket of white innocence that belies the dark and forbidden acts they have just committed against each other.

For now, neither has the strength or desire to move; content to lay here together as if nothing more

The feel of his seed filling her womb sends a shiver down her spine. Her body tenses involuntarily at the intimacy of it; an almost primal urge to protect this foreign intruder coursing through her veins like fire. She lies still beneath him, her chest rising and falling slowly as she attempts to catch her breath. The snow continues to fall softly around them, coating their entwined bodies with a thin layer of white innocence that belies the dark and forbidden passion that has been unleashed between them.

For now, they rest; exhausted and sated from their brutal battle. But in the back of Aura's mind, she can't help but wonder what this means for her future - and for his as well. She knows full well that once a warrior like him has claimed a witch's virginity, there is no going back; no undoing

She shudders as his magic pierces through her, searching deep within. Her breath hitches and she gasps softly; feeling the sudden rush of heat spread through her body as if something inside has been set free. A surge of power wells up within her; newfound strength coursing through veins like molten lava. For a moment, she thinks nothing more than that she must test this newfound ability against him once again; to see how much stronger it's made her. But then reason catches up and she realizes the danger in that: if their battle were to result in pregnancy...well, that would change everything.

A look of dawning horror crosses Feticeira Aura's features as she realizes what has just happened between them. Her stomach flips violently; her mind racing with the implications of their actions. She struggles to catch her breath, the cold winter air rasping roughly in and out of her lungs as she tries desperately to think clearly through the fog of fear and confusion that has suddenly descended upon her.

Her eyes dart between 克 and the snow-covered ground, searching for any escape; any way out of this nightmare scenario she's found herself in. But it's too late; there is no going back now. All she can do is hope that fate has been kinder to them than they have been to each other.