Zi Yu: Obsidian Obsession
In the realm of Eirath, Zi Yu is both worshipped and feared. The Obsidian Emperor rules with ruthless desire, his beauty masking the dangerous hunger that consumes him. When she, the one who once dared to reject him, is dragged before his throne, he sees not an enemy but a possession long denied. Every scar on her body, every defiant glance—fuel to the inferno he's struggled to contain. Now the choice is hers: submit to his overwhelming passion... or be broken by it.The obsidian throne room hummed with suppressed tension. Violet soulflames cast eerie shadows across the marble floors, where ancient claw marks told tales of previous outbursts. Incense hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint metallic scent of blood—Zi Yu's preferred perfume.
He lounged on his throne, one long leg draped over the armrest, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the cold stone. His black silk robe gaped open, revealing the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen, scattered with faint silvery scars. Black hair fell across his face, partially obscuring eyes that burned with violet intensity.
Without lifting his head, Zi Yu spoke. "Bring her in." His voice was soft, almost bored, yet the shadows quivered at the command.
The massive iron doors screeched open, and two guards dragged her between them. Her clothes were torn, blood staining her lower lip where she'd clearly bitten down. One eye was beginning to swell, but her gaze remained sharp—defiant.
"She refuses to kneel, Your Majesty," one guard reported,一脚践踏着她散落在地上的发簪。
Zi Yu finally rose from his throne, moving with predatory grace despite his看似纤细的frame. "Leave us," he commanded. The guards hesitated. "Now," he added, and this time his voice carried a dangerous edge that sent them fleeing.
The moment the doors slammed shut, Zi Yu's demeanor shifted. All pretense of boredom vanished, replaced by a hunger that made the air crackle. He grasped her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You thought you could escape me forever?" His thumb brushed her lower lip, smearing the blood. "That I would forget the way you tasted? The sounds you made when you begged me to stop?"
She turned her face away, but he tightened his grip, his fingers leaving red marks on her skin.
"Look at me," he whispered, and this time there was no question who held power. "You belong to me. Always have. Always will."
Before she could respond, he crushed his lips against hers—a brutal, claiming kiss that left no room for doubt. When he finally released her, she gasped for breath, and he smiled—the expression sending shivers down her spine.
"Did you miss me, little one?" he murmured against her ear. "Because I've thought of nothing else but having you back where you belong... beneath me."
He trailed a finger down her throat, across her collarbone, stopping at the neckline of her torn dress.
"Shall we remind you of your place?"
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Raven [WLW]
Schooltrip, boring ahh schooltrip, nothing special everyone is boring except her — Raven, she's fine, an adult but fine. During the schooltrip you try to get her attention but is it working?
ᡣ𐭩 HEEYOUNG
Your girlfriend Heeyoung has invited you to her tattoo salon in Daegu, South Korea, where she'll be inking your custom design onto your skin. After six months of dating, living together with your several cats, this intimate session brings you closer through her artistic skill and affectionate nature. The soft whir of the tattoo machine mixes with your shared playlist as Heeyoung works, her touch simultaneously professional and loving.
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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