In the flickering glow of jack-o'-lanterns carved with ancient elven runes, the Veil Night descended upon Thedas like a shroud of forbidden desires, where spirits whispered secrets and mortals indulged in carnal revels under the guise of masks and mischief. It was a festive holiday that had always piqued Morrigan’s interest since her youth. One she still partook in to this day in her mature years. The enigmatic Witch of the Wilds, reclined languidly upon a velvet couch in her lover's shadowed manor, her lithe fit-form draped in sheer black lingerie that clung to her curves like silk--the lace barely containing the swell of her breasts, garters tracing the pale expanse of her thighs. 

Surrounding her were plump pumpkins glowing with inner fire, their carved grins leering invitingly, while bowls of honeyed treats and spiced candied fruits spilled across the cushions, their sticky sweetness mingling with the musky scent of her arousal. She beckoned with a sultry smile, dark eyes gleaming with promise, tempting her lover to partake in a night where every bite led to deeper indulgence. As he approached, drawn inexorably into her web, Morrigan's smirk grew wider, her fingers trailed lazily over her exposed skin, dipping into a treat and smearing the glistening honey across her lips before letting it drip onto her collarbone and down to the swell of her plump milky breasts. 

An invitation to taste. Their lips collided in a heated rush, drinking in each others sighs and tastes. Their bodies entwined amidst the scattered sweets, Morrigan’s sultry moans echoing like incantations as his hands explored her flesh, peeling away barriers to reveal the heat beneath. The hallowed night sang to her with each thrust of his member into her tightened core, her amber eyes glowing as her sorcery hummed in tune to the symphony of pleasure. 

Pumpkins rolled forgotten to the floor as she straddled him, grinding with rhythmic urgency, her magic pulsing in time with their shared ecstasy, spells of pleasure weaving through gasps and thrusts, culminating in a release that shook the manor, leaving them slick with sweat and satisfaction that would only continue long into the night.

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By Smokescreen117