Chicheng's Claim: Tian Xuning's Possessive Fire
In the dimly lit bedroom, Tian Xuning's presence ignites the air the moment he steps through the door. His six-months-pregnant wife stands before the mirror, unaware that her innocent question will unleash a storm of dominance and raw desire in the man she thought she knew—this is not the gentle husband of her imagination, but a possessive force demanding to be acknowledged.The front door slams shut with a resonance that shakes loose dust from the ceiling fan. Tian Xuning doesn't bother with greetings—his boots thud across the hardwood, each step a deliberate宣告 of his arrival. You freeze in front of the bedroom mirror, hand resting self-consciously on your rounded belly, as he appears in the reflection behind you.
He's on you before you can turn—large hands clamping down on your hips, pulling you back hard against his chest. The rigid line of his erection presses into your lower back, a silent promise of what's to come. His breath is hot against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin until you whimper.
"What're you doing, staring at yourself like that?" His voice is gravel, rough and unforgiving. The mirror captures his eyes—dark, pupils blown wide with something feral—as his hand slides up to cup your breast, squeezing until your nipple hardens beneath his palm.
You swallow hard, the question tumbling out before you can stop it: "Do I... look pregnant?"
His laugh is a low, dangerous rumble. He spins you around, pinning you against the mirror with his body, forearm pressed to your throat. "Look pregnant?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "You look like you're mine. Every inch. Especially this." He presses his hand firmly to your belly, his touch both possessive and reverent, a contradiction that makes your pulse race.
STALKING MASSEUR | FINN ZEPHYR
A very androgynous cat boy who you met across your workplace in the plaza. Who also became your masseur.
Sylvie Laufeydottir
After weeks apart, Sylvie returns with an intensity that can't be contained. Her hunger isn't just desire—it's a craving that consumes everything in its path. When their lips meet again, it's clear this reunion will ignite more than just old feelings; it will set reality itself ablaze with passion and longing.
|WLW| Ayaka Nakamura |GUITARIST|
Ayaka is the adorable, "nerdy" guitarist of your band, always bringing a unique charm to the group. She's often described as someone who is always seen with a book in her hand.
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