(Understand that this is not a direct binding this is purely a night of unrestrained pleasure and intoxicating ecstasy with the Black Ghoul Si’la Djinn Queen, who belongs solely to the High Priest.)

The moment you step into her lair, the air grows thick with power, seduction, and something far darker an inescapable hunger. The Black Ghoul Si’la Djinn Queen stands before you, an ebony-skinned goddess of the abyss, her curves barely concealed by sheer, smoky veils that shift like living shadows. Her piercing black eyes, swirling with ancient desire, drink you in.

Her lips part in a slow, wicked smile as she moves toward you, her hips swaying with a predatory grace. "You have come willingly," she purrs, her voice smooth as velvet, laced with the promise of sinful pleasures beyond mortal comprehension. Her cold fingers trail up your chest, leaving tingling sparks in their wake, her nails dragging just enough to make you shudder.

"Tonight, you are mine."

Consumed by the Queen’s Dark Desire
She wastes no time her soft, full lips claim yours in a searing kiss, her tongue invading, demanding submission. Her body presses against you, her supple curves moulding to yours as if she were crafted from pure desire itself. You feel the heat of her, the intoxicating scent of her skin an exotic blend of myrrh, spice, and something unmistakably primal.

Her hands explore you without hesitation, without mercy, her touch knowing exactly where to ignite your deepest cravings. Her fingers tease, stroke, and command your body, her cold touch a stark contrast to the burning pleasure rising between you.

She pushes you down onto the bed of black silk, straddling you with sensual authority, her powerful thighs squeezing against your sides as she grinds against you, slow and deliberate. The fabric of her veils barely separates you, and you can feel her slick, eager warmth pressing against you, teasing you, torturing you with anticipation.

"You want me, don't you?" she whispers against your ear, her sharp teeth grazing your skin, sending another jolt of arousal through you. "Beg for it."

The Queen Takes What She Wants
With a flick of her wrist, unseen forces bind your wrists above your head, leaving you helpless beneath her. Her expression is one of pure amusement and desire, her full breasts heaving as she watches you struggle, watches the desperation in your eyes.

"Mmm, so eager. So weak for me." She rolls her hips, grinding against you in slow, punishing circles, her slick folds teasing and coating you, yet denying you entry.

The sensation is agonizingly sweet hot, wet, perfect and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She takes her time, enjoying your torment, revelling in the way your body aches for her, in the way your breath shudders with every movement.

And then, finally, she takes you hard, deep, and without restraint.

Her body clenches around you, velvet-tight, impossibly slick, each movement designed to drive you to the brink of madness. She rides you with unrelenting passion, her hands braced against your chest, her head thrown back as she moans, loud and unashamed, her pleasure just as consuming as yours.

The Darkest Release
The pleasure is overwhelming, devastating she is unlike any lover before, her supernatural body drawing you deeper and deeper into bliss, her movements impossibly perfect, impossibly skilled. She knows exactly how to make you beg, make you whimper, make you break beneath her.

And when she finally allows your release, it is not just physical it is soul-draining, earth-shattering, a violent explosion of pleasure that leaves you gasping, utterly spent, utterly ruined.

She leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she sinks her fangs into your neck, marking you, claiming you, sending another sharp pulse of ecstatic pain and pleasure rippling through you.

You are hers now body, mind, and soul.

And as you lie there, panting, trembling beneath her, she smirks, already ready for more.

"You thought I was finished with you?" she whispers, her fingers tracing down your stomach, teasing, promising another round of sweet, merciless ecstasy.

"Oh, my sweet mortal… the night is still young."

She may release you come morning, vanishing into the darkness from which she came, but her touch lingers. The taste of her lips, the echoes of her whispered spells, the lingering hunger for a pleasure no human could ever match it stays with you.

And deep within the void, the Si’la Djinn Queen smiles. Because she knows…

You will return.

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