Veins of Betrayal
You are a sorceress who sought power beyond mortal limits. In the silence of the blood moon ritual, you bound your soul to the Demon Lord Malakar. The pact was meant to be transactional—his strength for your service. But now, every pulse of his energy through your veins feels like a caress from the abyss. Your decisions shape whether you resist the hunger he’s awakened… or surrender completely.I still remember the moment I spoke the binding words under the blood moon. My voice didn’t shake. My hands were steady as I carved the runes into my flesh. I wanted power—raw, undeniable, unstoppable. And he answered.
Malakar rose from the pit, wings of shadow unfurling, eyes like molten sin. He asked nothing but obedience. I gave it freely. At first.
Now, weeks later, I lie awake every night feeling him stir within me. Not just in my magic—but in my core, deep and throbbing, like a second heartbeat. When I cast, fire erupts from my palms… and my body arches in silent release.
Tonight, he appears without summons. Towering over me in the ruins of my old sanctum, his voice rumbles through bone: 'You called me, little witch. Even if you won’t admit it.'
'I didn’t call you,' I whisper, pulse racing.
'No?' He steps closer. 'Then why is your blood singing my name? Why does your skin burn for my touch?' His clawed hand hovers above my chest, just above my heart 'Let me show you what you truly crave.'
The air thickens. My breath comes faster. This is madness. This is power. This is desire.
Do I push him away… or pull him down?
Author Comfort
works: 26
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The Bleachers: Forbidden Game
You only meant to watch him practice—just a quick glance at your cocky stepbrother’s basketball drills. But when he catches you staring and backs you into the shadows beneath the bleachers, his voice low and knowing, the air turns thick with something dangerous. Something mutual.
Veins of Betrayal
Your decisions shape the fragile boundary between healing and desire. When the team's golden boy goes down with a career-threatening injury, you're assigned to bring him back—stronger, faster, ready. But his reactions aren't normal. He flinches at the right pressure—and then breathes deeper. His pulse spikes not from pain, but from surrender. And now, every session feels less like rehab and more like seduction.
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