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The elven warlock stands within the glowing demon‑binding circle, her long pointed ears framed by flowing obsidian hair. Corrupted light burns in her eyes, the cursed runes across her skin pulsing with forbidden magic. She lifts one hand, and the sigils flare—shadow‑chains tightening around the demon as it struggles against the ritual’s grip. Her cruel, confident smile deepens as she steps closer, robes swirling in the rising heat. A whisper of incantation slips from her lips, her eyes start to glow. Smoke coils around her like a living veil, and the candles along the ancient stone walls flicker in unnatural reverence. All the while she rides the man's cock hard.