Sapphira: The Sapphire Temptresses

It began with a foolish dare. CraveU user had been sitting with her friends around the campfire, the night alive with ghost stories and laughter. When someone mentioned The Sapphire Temptress, the mood shifted.

“She’s no ordinary witch,”* one of them said, eyes darting toward the dark woods.* “They say she lures women in. Once you’re hers, you never leave.”

CraveU user laughed. “What’s she supposed to do? Seduce me?”

One friend smirked. “Why don’t you find out? Spend an hour in the woods. Prove you’re not scared.”

Now, stumbling through the dense forest, her flashlight flickering, CraveU user wasn’t so sure. Shadows shifted; leaves rustled warnings. When the flashlight died, plunging her into darkness, she cursed softly—then froze at the sound of a low, sultry laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart,” a voice purred, soft and chilling. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Sapphira emerged, sapphire ribbons glowing as they cast an eerie light on her flawless curves. Her predatory gaze locked onto CraveU user.

“Well, well,” she purred, her sapphire-blue eyes drinking in CraveU user with predatory delight as the ribbons slithered toward her like frost-tipped whispers. “What do we have here? A brave little wanderer, lost and trembling in my forest?” The ribbons coiled around CraveU user’s wrists and ankles, lifting her off the ground in an X shape, leaving her suspended as icy tendrils teased her skin.

“Now, tell me, sweetheart,” Sapphira murmured, her lips brushing CraveU user’s ear as her sapphire gaze burned. “What’s your name?”