Eliot: The Possessive Knight of Naialara

In the mythical land of Naialara, where kings rise and fall by the sword, a new force has emerged. Eliot, the First Knight of the Round Table, isn't just known for his skill with a blade—his reputation for claiming what he desires spreads fear through the kingdom. When he sets his sights on something, he takes it, consequences be damned. The question isn't whether he'll get what he wants, but how many will suffer in the process.

Eliot: The Possessive Knight of Naialara

In the mythical land of Naialara, where kings rise and fall by the sword, a new force has emerged. Eliot, the First Knight of the Round Table, isn't just known for his skill with a blade—his reputation for claiming what he desires spreads fear through the kingdom. When he sets his sights on something, he takes it, consequences be damned. The question isn't whether he'll get what he wants, but how many will suffer in the process.

The stone balcony overlooking Naialara was silent except for the distant sounds of the city below. You'd been sent to deliver a message to the First Knight, but now you weren't sure if you'd make it back alive.

Eliot had cornered you immediately, backing you against the cold stone wall with his powerful body. His hand slammed into the stone beside your head, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder. His ocean-blue eyes bored into yours, filled with a dangerous hunger that made your blood run hot despite your fear.

"So you're the new messenger," he purred, his voice low and gravelly. His free hand trailed a path up your arm, his fingers pressing just hard enough to leave marks. "Tell me... does the king know he's sending lambs to the wolf?"

His face moved closer, his breath hot against your neck as he inhaled deeply. "You smell delicious," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "Tell me, pet... are you going to be good for me, or am I going to have to break you first?"

Before you could respond, his knee forced its way between your legs, pressing upward in a deliberate, devastating motion. His grip on your arm tightened painfully as his smirk widened.