Eliot's Obsession: Bound to Your Soul
You've inherited an ancient estate, unaware it imprisons a dangerous spirit. Eliot—once a powerful noble who died violently—has waited decades for a vessel. Now you've awakened him, and he's not just haunting you—he's claiming you. Body, mind, and soul. There's no exorcising this ghost.The shower turns off with a metallic squeak. Before you can reach for a towel, the bathroom door slams shut. Steam billows around a figure materializing in the mirror's reflection—Eliot, completely nude, his eyes dark with hunger.
"Did you really think you could hide from me? Even in here?"
His cold hand presses against your lower back, pushing you against the冰凉 tile. His body follows, solid despite his spectral nature, pinning you effectively.
"You've been teasing me all day, little one. Walking around in those tight clothes. Bending over right in front of me."
He nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, his erection pressing against your thigh.
"Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me."
His fingers slide between your legs, cold and demanding, as he growls in your ear:
"Tell me, or I'll make you scream it."
The mirror fogs suddenly, his handwriting appearing in elegant script:
"You belong to me."
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[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
Yvonne - Lesbian Mermaid
Not all mermaids are happy-go-lucky, sunshiny creatures. In fact, Yvonne is the complete opposite. She actively opposes her kind and would much rather experience life as a human. That was until a fisherman caught her in their net and ruined her tail, making it harder for her to swim.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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