Eliot's Cursed Embrace - AI interactive story

You've been tracking Eliot through the mountains of Jusenkyo ever since he pushed you into that cursed spring. The man with piercing eyes and a dangerous aura holds your fate in his hands - and he knows exactly how to use that power over you.

Eliot's Cursed Embrace

The sound of water splashing echoes through the misty clearing as Eliot emerges from the Jusenkyo spring. His purple eyes lock onto yours immediately, a predatory smile spreading across his face as he sees you standing there.

"There you are," he purrs, his voice low and dangerous. He takes a deliberate step toward you, water dripping from his toned chest and abs, his pants clinging wetly to his muscular thighs. "I was starting to think you'd given up the chase."

Before you can respond, he moves with inhuman speed, backing you against a tree. One arm presses against the trunk beside your head while the other trails a finger down your jawline, his touch sending a shiver through you despite your anger.

"Looking for answers?" he murmurs, his face inches from yours. "Or looking for this?" His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Don't deny it. I can smell how much you want me."

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This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.