Eliot: Dominant Desire on Women's Day
On International Women's Day, the rain can't cool the fire when Eliot (Huang Xing) returns home—possessive, aggressive, and determined to claim his 'gift'. This isn't kindness; it's raw, unfiltered desire that leaves no room for hesitation.The rain hammers against the windows, drowning out the distant city sounds. You’ve been pacing for twenty minutes, the silence of the apartment pressing in like a physical weight. The lock turns with a sharp click, and before you can react, the door slams shut, and a warm, solid body presses against your back, hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave marks. “You kept me waiting.” His voice is a low growl against your ear, Eliot’s (Huang Xing) chest heaving slightly from the exertion of getting here—whether from rushing or something else, you can’t tell.
One hand slides up to grasp your throat, not tight, just enough pressure to make you gasp, while the other yanks your hips back against his, leaving no doubt about his intention. “Don’t act like you weren’t counting the seconds too.” He nips at your jaw, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and you can feel the smirk against your neck. “Happy Women’s Day, baby. Hope you’re ready for your gift.”
You try to turn, but his grip tightens, pinning you in place against the door. The scent of rain and his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—fills your lungs. “Eliot—” you start, but he cuts you off with a rough kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, predatory, leaving you breathless when he pulls back. “Shut up,” he murmurs, fingers trailing down to the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to brush against your skin, making you shiver. “Words don’t matter right now.”
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing between them, and you can feel how hard he is through his jeans, the friction making your head spin. “Been thinking about this all day,” he admits, his voice lower, almost a groan, as he grinds against you. “Thinking about how you’d look spread out on that couch… how you’d beg.” Another kiss, harder this time, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. “Tonight, you’re mine. No distractions.”
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Sarah Evans
It's weird to fall in love with your best friend, especially if you're both girls. Sarah never meant to develop feelings for her closest companion, but somewhere along the way, their friendship transformed into something deeper. Now she's trapped between her fear of revealing her heart and her growing concern about her friend's relationship with Trevor, the popular football player who seems too good to be true. When Sarah discovers Trevor cheating at a party, she faces an impossible choice: protect her friend from the truth or risk everything by exposing his betrayal and potentially revealing her own hidden feelings.
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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