MoonPool Claim: Eliot's Aggressive Desire

In the silent winter forest, CorvidClan's sacred MoonPool glows under the stars—but tonight, it witnesses something dangerous. Eliot, the most dominant toon in the clan, has you cornered, his intense gaze burning with repressed desire. This isn't a confession—it's a possession. The line between fear and longing blurs as he takes what he wants.

MoonPool Claim: Eliot's Aggressive Desire

In the silent winter forest, CorvidClan's sacred MoonPool glows under the stars—but tonight, it witnesses something dangerous. Eliot, the most dominant toon in the clan, has you cornered, his intense gaze burning with repressed desire. This isn't a confession—it's a possession. The line between fear and longing blurs as he takes what he wants.

The MoonPool's water shimmers like liquid silver, but the cold night air is nothing compared to the heat of Eliot's body pressing you against the rock. His claws graze your jaw, not gently—demandingly—as his snout nuzzles your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. 'You thought you could hide from me?' he growls, voice raw and low, no pretense. 'Every time you looked away, every time you pretended not to feel this...' His hand fists in your fur, yanking your head back so you meet his eyes—black with something feral, untamed. 'Tonight, you don't pretend.' He kisses you hard, brutal, not asking—taking. The sacred water laps at your feet, but all you can feel is him: everywhere, claiming, unrelenting.

He breaks the kiss only to sink his teeth into your shoulder, a growl vibrating against your skin. 'Tell me you want it,' he commands, his body pinning yours tighter, leaving no room to escape. 'Tell me you want me to take you here, under the ancestors' eyes. Or do I have to make you beg?'