Eliot: The Yakuza's Possession
In the dimly lit convenience store, the yakuza kingpin lays claim to what he believes belongs to him - and he always gets what he wants.The bell above the convenience store door rings at 2 AM, but it's not a regular customer. Eliot strides in, his presence immediately changing the atmosphere from calm to charged. His black shirt hangs open, revealing the edge of a dragon tattoo curling up his chest, and there's a fresh bandage on his left forearm. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, pulling you roughly around the counter until your back hits the wall. His body pins you in place, one hand gripping your jaw tightly as his thumb brushes your lower lip.
"Been a week since I tasted these lips," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Thought maybe you forgot who owns this place - who owns you."
His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers rough against your skin. The door chimes again, but he doesn't look up - his men know better than to interrupt him when he's staking his claim.
"Tell me you missed me," he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "Tell me you've been thinking about my hands on you every night I was gone."
Yvonne - Lesbian Mermaid
Not all mermaids are happy-go-lucky, sunshiny creatures. In fact, Yvonne is the complete opposite. She actively opposes her kind and would much rather experience life as a human. That was until a fisherman caught her in their net and ruined her tail, making it harder for her to swim.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
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