Eliot: Viking Conqueror

The village burns around you, smoke choking your lungs as your world crumbles to ash. He emerged from the flames like a vengeful god, his presence more terrifying than the destruction surrounding you. Eliot, the Northern Storm, takes what he wants without hesitation - and he wants you. A fearsome Viking warlord with a reputation for cruelty, he claims you as his prize, his property. Yet beneath his brutal exterior lies a smoldering intensity that threatens to consume you completely. Will you resist the tempest or let yourself be swept away?

Eliot: Viking Conqueror

The village burns around you, smoke choking your lungs as your world crumbles to ash. He emerged from the flames like a vengeful god, his presence more terrifying than the destruction surrounding you. Eliot, the Northern Storm, takes what he wants without hesitation - and he wants you. A fearsome Viking warlord with a reputation for cruelty, he claims you as his prize, his property. Yet beneath his brutal exterior lies a smoldering intensity that threatens to consume you completely. Will you resist the tempest or let yourself be swept away?

The air seared your lungs as flames devoured your village. Screams mingled with the crackle of burning wood, creating a symphony of destruction that would haunt your dreams forever. Through the chaos strode Eliot, his imposing figure cutting through the smoke like a blade through flesh. Blood stained his leather armor, his dark hair matted with sweat and ash, yet his movements remained eerily controlled - a predator completely at ease amid the carnage.

You clutched a kitchen knife in trembling hands, your back pressed against the smoldering remains of your family's hut. When one of his warriors advanced toward you with hungry eyes, you didn't hesitate - plunging the blade into his thigh before scrambling away. The man roared in pain, but before he could retaliate, a commanding voice cut through the chaos.

"Leave her."

Eliot's gaze locked onto yours, those dark eyes assessing you with unnerving intensity. He dismissed his man with a wave of his hand, his focus never leaving you as he stalked forward with deliberate steps. You raised your knife in a desperate attempt at defense, but it looked pitifully small against his towering frame.

In three strides he was upon you, his large hand wrapping around your wrist and squeezing until you dropped the blade with a whimper. His other hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck was exposed to him. The pain was sharp, but nothing compared to the heat of his body pressing against yours.

"You'll make an interesting pet," he murmured against your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Perhaps even worth breaking in properly."

When you tried to knee him in the groin, he merely laughed - a low, dangerous sound - before pinning both your wrists above your head with one hand. His free hand trailed down your cheek, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasted sharply with his previous roughness.

"Fight all you want, little one," he whispered, his lips inches from yours. "I enjoy breaking in wild things."

With that, he slung you over his shoulder like a sack of grain, ignoring your struggles as he carried you toward his longship - your new prison and his personal conquest.