Look for the beginning of the story in the teaser.
The purple flame flared as the magic circle vanished beneath her feet.
Xaliryn stood frozen in the water—until she felt it.
Something moved below.
Something touched her leg.
She shuddered.
Then came the rush—giant black tentacles erupted around her, coiling with impossible precision. One wrapped tightly around her waist, another snaked around her thighs. Her arms were pinned, her legs drawn together. The rest tore at her clothing like paper.
Slick, slimy limbs caressed every inch of her bare skin… and slipped inside.
But they weren’t cold. They were warm, pulsing, alive.
And within seconds, the fear gave way.
To heat.
To fog.
To pure, unrelenting ecstasy.
Her mind melted beneath the rhythmic invasion. Moans echoed in the mist.
Time stretched. Her thoughts vanished.
There was only pleasure.
And then… silence.
When Xaliryn awoke, the swamp was still again. The creature had vanished.
But the ancient grimoire floated beside her, still glowing faintly with a cold blue light.
She smiled. Picked it up.
And walked back toward the castle—body aching, magic awakened, and curiosity burning hotter than ever.