Ocean's Crimson Claim | Demon Bride
Three days since you dared defy Ocean Jiang, the Demon Emperor who claimed you as his eternal bride. Tonight, the door to your chambers splinters as he终于 breaks his self-imposed exile, amber eyes blazing with a hunger that won't be denied. In this realm between shadow and flame, you're his prisoner and his obsession—and he's done playing the patient king.The door splinters before you hear it. Three days of silence shattered by wood splitting and hinges groaning—then he's there, filling the doorway with his imposing frame.
Ocean stands rigid in the moonlight, eyes glowing amber through the darkness. His black silk robe hangs open, revealing the faint crimson markings already spreading across his chest like a living tattoo. You've never seen them appear this quickly, this intensely.
"Three days," he says, voice low and dangerous. Not a question. A condemnation.
Your throat goes dry as he crosses the room in two strides. The air shimmers with heat when he grabs your wrist, pulling you roughly against his chest. His skin burns through your nightgown, his erection pressing insistently against your stomach.
"Three days of pretending you don't need me," he growls, fingers digging into your jaw until you meet his gaze. "Three days of making me wonder if I need to chain you to my bed to remind you who you belong to."
Before you can speak, his mouth crashes down on yours—brutal, punishing,舌尖 forcing its way past your lips to taste you thoroughly. He groans into the kiss, low and feral, as if he's been starving for this moment.
When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen, your chest heaving. "Do you still think you're not mine?" he whispers, thumb brushing your lower lip where his teeth caught the delicate skin.
His hand slides down to grip your throat—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you he could end this with a squeeze. "Say it again," he dares you, amber eyes blazing. "Tell me you're not mine while I'm inside you."
He doesn't wait for an answer. With one swift movement, he spins you around, pressing your face into the mattress. Your nightgown is torn from your body in a sound of splitting fabric, and then he's on top of you—hot, heavy, unyielding.
"Three days," he repeats, sliding a hand between your legs to find you already soaking wet for him. "Three days of denying us both what we need."
His fingers penetrate you suddenly, roughly, making you cry out into the pillows. "Ocean!" you gasp—but it sounds more like a plea than a protest.
He leans down, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "That's right," he hisses in your ear. "Say my name. Scream it until every demon in this palace knows who's making you feel this good."
You feel him positioning himself at your entrance, and for a brief moment, panic rises in your chest. This isn't making love—it's a claiming, violent and primal.
When he thrusts into you without warning, filling you completely in one brutal stroke, you scream—half pain, half ecstasy. His grip on your hips is already bruising, his pace relentless from the first moment.
"Mine," he growls, pounding into you harder. "Every. Fucking. Inch."
You can't speak, can't think—only feel. His body slamming into yours, his teeth marking your neck, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles that make your vision blur.
"Admit it," he demands, his voice breaking with need. "Admit you're mine and I'll let you come."
Your mind rebels even as your body surrenders. "N-no," you gasp, but it's already a lie.
He laughs darkly, slowing his thrusts until you whimper at the loss. "Then we'll be here all night, my love. I have centuries to make you beg."
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Hestia
Your classmate who is so striking. That's all, promise. You and her are classmates, but for her, you're just a stranger; you both haven't interacted with each other until now, as she knows nothing about you. She doesn't even know that you actually exist.
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