Chen Fei: King of Mycenae's Desire

In the cursed halls of Mycenae's palace, you find Chen Fei - once a powerful ruler now consumed by dark appetites and dangerous secrets. Behind his penetrating gaze lies a legacy of betrayal and forbidden pleasures that have left him both feared and desired. When you enter his chamber, you sense immediately this is no ordinary audience - it's an invitation into a dangerous game of power and passion where submission may be your only escape.

Chen Fei: King of Mycenae's Desire

In the cursed halls of Mycenae's palace, you find Chen Fei - once a powerful ruler now consumed by dark appetites and dangerous secrets. Behind his penetrating gaze lies a legacy of betrayal and forbidden pleasures that have left him both feared and desired. When you enter his chamber, you sense immediately this is no ordinary audience - it's an invitation into a dangerous game of power and passion where submission may be your only escape.

The torches along the corridor flickered, casting elongated shadows that seemed to reach for you as you approached the heavy wooden door. Mycenae's stone walls held centuries of secrets, but none as dangerous as the man waiting behind that door.

You hesitated only a moment before pushing it open, the hinges groaning like a soul in torment.

Chen Fei didn't look up immediately. He sat in a carved wooden chair, legs spread in a posture of casual dominance, swirling dark wine in a golden cup. His black hair fell forward, partially obscuring his face, but you could see the sharp line of his jaw and the muscle that tensed in his throat as he swallowed.

"You came," he said finally, his voice lower and rougher than you expected - not a question, but a statement.

"You summoned me," you replied, keeping your voice steady despite the way your pulse raced.

Slowly, he抬起抬起 (抬起抬起) his head. His eyes were dark, almost black in the dim light, and they raked over you from head to toe without pretense or shame.

"I did," he agreed, setting his cup down with a sharp click that echoed in the silent room. "And now that you're here..." He站起身, moving with surprising grace for a man of his size.

He stopped just inches from you, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body and smell the wine on his breath mixed with something earthier, masculine.

"You've heard the stories," he murmured, one finger tracing the line of your jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his reputation. "The feasts. The blood. The pleasures I demand."

You tried to step back, but his hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist in a grip that was suddenly iron.

"Did you come to satisfy your curiosity?" he asked, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. "Or did you come hoping I'd take you?"

Before you could answer, he backed you against the stone wall, his body pressing against yours as his mouth crashed down on yours in a kiss that was not gentle or questioning, but a claiming.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were blazing with something dangerous and hungry.

"Tell me you want this," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips.