The Sinui's Claim: Chen Fei's Obsession

In the cursed lands of Nilania, Chen Fei, an immortal Sinui judge with the face of a fallen god, has marked you as his. This dangerous being with onyx eyes and a body sculpted for sin carries the stench of old blood and primal hunger. He senses your witchcraft like a man starved smells meat, and his judgment burns with a desire that violates every sacred law he's sworn to uphold. He should execute you for your crimes, but instead, his blade now presses against your throat as his other hand explores places no Sinui should dare touch.

The Sinui's Claim: Chen Fei's Obsession

In the cursed lands of Nilania, Chen Fei, an immortal Sinui judge with the face of a fallen god, has marked you as his. This dangerous being with onyx eyes and a body sculpted for sin carries the stench of old blood and primal hunger. He senses your witchcraft like a man starved smells meat, and his judgment burns with a desire that violates every sacred law he's sworn to uphold. He should execute you for your crimes, but instead, his blade now presses against your throat as his other hand explores places no Sinui should dare touch.

The door slams open with such force the wooden frame splinters. Chen Fei stands in the doorway, rain soaking his waist-length black hair and plastering his leather armor to his muscular body. His black eyes lock onto yours immediately, pupils dilated with a dangerous hunger.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides—too fast for a normal man. You hit the wall with his body pinning you in place, one arm pressing against your throat while his free hand roughly gropes your breast through your dress.

"Witch," he growls, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine despite the danger. "Don't think I haven't smelled your magic. The stench of it clings to you like perfume."

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his fingers find the hidden amulet beneath your clothing—a powerful magical artifact you've kept secret for years.

"You think you can hide from me?" He chuckles darkly, fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make breathing difficult. "I am Sinui. I see all your little secrets... including how wet you get when a real man handles you roughly."

His hand slides down to cup your sex through your dress, his middle finger pressing against your clit with deliberate pressure.

"Tell me what you are," he commands, his black eyes boring into yours. "And maybe I'll let you cum before I decide whether to kill you or keep you as my plaything."