Eolka’s armor clung to her body like it was made just for her — chestplate snug over those curves, hips exposed just enough to distract even Frieza himself. 😈
Her gloves ignited in flame with a snap of her fingers
“Wanna see how hot a Saiyan gets when she’s turned on?” 🔥💋❤️🔥
The heat wasn’t just magic. It was her.
Hair wild, eyes glowing, and that smirk… gods, that smirk.
She floated above the ground, flames wrapping her thighs, licking up the edge of her armor like they couldn’t wait to burn it off.
"Over 9000? Baby, I broke the scouter just by breathing."🤭😍
One flick of her wrist and my shirt singed open — accidentally… or not.
I moaned. She grinned.
And then she whispered,
“Let’s train. But only if you can handle... intense sessions.” 😏❤️🔥
Sparks flew, and not just from her hands.
Because this wasn’t a power-up —
It was a full-blown eruption. 💥💦
James Paton
2026-01-28 11:33:27 +0000 UTC