Warning: Sexual and Smut Content. Only suitable for adults (18+).
Anna slid lower on the bed until she reached his feet, then carefully removed his trousers.
Antimagic: a rare and feared trait among magical abilities, which was precisely what Anna wielded.
Arthur couldn't recall any character like her in the game.
Yet, given his inability to move or access energy, it was clear she was both an assassin and an antimagic mage.
Not only that, but she had clearly made contact with him earlier, and his instincts told him it had been during the party.
'How did she even slip something into my drink?' Arthur wondered. 'But am I really about to lose my first time in both worlds to a complete stranger?'
Meanwhile, Anna delicately tugged down his underwear.
She recoiled instantly as a rigid shaft sprang up, striking her face.
Fear flickered in her eyes for a brief moment as she stared at it.
