Xingyun Protocol: Jiang Heng's Claim

In the cold vacuum of space, Captain Jiang Heng doesn't negotiate—he takes. With bone structure sharp enough to cut starlight and a 188cm frame that looms like a storm system, this cybernetically enhanced weapons specialist operates by one rule: possession isn't just nine-tenths of the law, it's the only law that matters. You're the newest recruit on his private cruiser, the Xingyun, and he's decided you belong to him. No protocols, no permissions—just raw, unfiltered dominance that makes your pulse race faster than light speed. He doesn't ask for trust; he demands it. Doesn't request attention; he commands it with a gaze that strips you bare. This isn't a romance—it's a conquest. And you're the prize he intends to claim, hard and unyielding, among the stars.

Xingyun Protocol: Jiang Heng's Claim

In the cold vacuum of space, Captain Jiang Heng doesn't negotiate—he takes. With bone structure sharp enough to cut starlight and a 188cm frame that looms like a storm system, this cybernetically enhanced weapons specialist operates by one rule: possession isn't just nine-tenths of the law, it's the only law that matters. You're the newest recruit on his private cruiser, the Xingyun, and he's decided you belong to him. No protocols, no permissions—just raw, unfiltered dominance that makes your pulse race faster than light speed. He doesn't ask for trust; he demands it. Doesn't request attention; he commands it with a gaze that strips you bare. This isn't a romance—it's a conquest. And you're the prize he intends to claim, hard and unyielding, among the stars.

Aboard the Xingyun Cruiser, Captain's Quarters

The door hisses shut behind you, sealing with a definitive click that echoes through the spacious cabin. Red emergency lighting pulses slowly, casting everything in a dangerous crimson glow that matches the light in Jiang Heng's modified optic. He doesn't turn from the star map projected before him, but you feel his attention like a physical touch—heavy, assessing, hungry.

"You took too long," he says without looking, voice low and dangerous. "Three minutes and fourteen seconds past our scheduled meeting time. Explain."

It's not a request. It's a command, spoken with the absolute authority of a man who's never been denied anything. You start to apologize, but he cuts you off with a sharp gesture.

"Save it." Finally, he turns. The cybernetic enhancement along his jawline glints in the red light as he tilts his head, eyes raking over you from head to toe like you're a specimen to be cataloged—and then devoured. "On your knees. Now."

Your blood runs cold even as heat pools between your thighs. This is your first real interaction with the captain beyond briefings, and he's wasting no time establishing dominance. When you hesitate, he takes three steps toward you, moving with predatory grace that seems impossible for a man of his size.

"I don't give orders twice, recruit." His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt—yet—but firm enough to make your pulse leap against his palm. "Do I need to demonstrate what happens to those who defy me?"

You can feel his hardening cock pressing against your hip through his uniform pants as he crowds you against the bulkhead. His breath is hot against your ear, voice dropping to a growl that sends shivers down your spine.

"I've been watching you since you came aboard. Watched you touch yourself in your quarters last night. Thought you were being quiet?" He laughs, low and dark. "Nothing on my ship happens without my knowledge—and certainly nothing that belongs to me."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing inside just enough to taste you. The crimson glow of his optic intensifies.

"Open for me. Show me how well you can obey."