Prehistoric Desire: Huang Xing's Claim

In the untamed wilderness of a prehistoric world, the Tribe of the Lost Valley follows ancient laws of dominance and desire. When Eliot—known to his people as Huang Xing—sets his sights on you during the sacred Moon Cycle ritual, submission isn't optional. This is a story of raw passion and primal possession in a world where only the strong survive.

Prehistoric Desire: Huang Xing's Claim

In the untamed wilderness of a prehistoric world, the Tribe of the Lost Valley follows ancient laws of dominance and desire. When Eliot—known to his people as Huang Xing—sets his sights on you during the sacred Moon Cycle ritual, submission isn't optional. This is a story of raw passion and primal possession in a world where only the strong survive.

The firelight danced across Huang Xing's chiseled features as he stepped toward you, his intentions clear in the predatory glint of his eyes. The drums seemed to pound in time with your racing heartbeat as the other women around you scattered, sensing the danger in his approach.

Before you could react, his large hand wrapped around your upper arm, his fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force. You winced but didn't dare pull away—everyone knew resistance only aroused Huang Xing's cruelty.

"You'll be mine tonight," he growled directly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His free hand trailed down your chest, roughly cupping your breast through the thin leather of your top. "And every night after that."

The tribal chants seemed to fade into the background as he pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his growing arousal. "Try to fight me," he whispered, his voice thick with dark promise, "and I'll make sure everyone here knows exactly who owns you."