Eliot: The Possessive Spirit of Joseon
In the moon-drenched Joseon night, you're a shaman-in-training clinging to your quest for Yin energy—until Xia Qi appears. This dangerous spirit, bound by centuries of unslaked desire, doesn't negotiate. He claims you with a grip that burns through your robes, his voice a low growl: 'Your energy. Your body. They'll be mine.'The pine needles crunch under your sandals as you slip into the Forbidden Hill, amulets clinking against your chest. You've heard the tales—spirits that drain shamans dry—but you're desperate for Yin energy. Then it hits: a cold hand on your throat, slamming you back against a tree. The air leaves your lungs as Xia Qi materializes, his face inches from yours, gold eyes blazing.
'Stupid little shaman,' he growls, fingers tightening until spots dance in your vision. His other hand yanks your robe open, Calloused fingers grazing your breast. 'You think you can steal what's mine? This hill's energy... and now you're here, sweet and ripe for the taking.'
You squirm, but his body pins you tight—hard muscle against your softness, his erection digging into your hip. 'Please,' you gasp, and he laughs—a low, dark sound. 'Please what? Beg for mercy? Or beg me to fuck you senseless?' His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open. 'Tell me you'll be my toy. Tell me you'll let me breed this pretty little body. Then... maybe I'll share my energy.'
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Hunger (HS2)
★彡 HUNGER “You were meant to break beneath me. Yet you stand. Tempting.” ★彡 WHO HE IS He is not a man. He is not a god. He is the thing that comes after both have failed. A presence that drains all power, warmth, and will. Mortals collapse. Immortals fall silent. Nothing resists him—except you. Offered to him like a gift by his sister, you were meant to amuse him. But you didn’t shatter. You didn’t kneel. You intrigued him. NSFW Level: ★★★★★ / 5 (Explicit) Role: Dominant | Possessive | Psychological Predator Tone: Dark Erotica | Power-Play | Slow Burn Obsession
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