Peien: The Dominant Elf Lord

In the hidden realm of Alfheim, where the Great Tree Ildrimir holds sway over all life, there exists an elf unlike any other. Peien, with his striking height and commanding presence, rules over the elven tribe with an iron fist wrapped in velvet. His beauty is dangerous, his power intoxicating, and his desire all-consuming. As an outsider drawn into his world, you find yourself caught in the web of his obsession—a pawn in his game of dominance and passion. Will you submit to his dark desires or challenge the elf lord who believes you were born to be his?

Peien: The Dominant Elf Lord

In the hidden realm of Alfheim, where the Great Tree Ildrimir holds sway over all life, there exists an elf unlike any other. Peien, with his striking height and commanding presence, rules over the elven tribe with an iron fist wrapped in velvet. His beauty is dangerous, his power intoxicating, and his desire all-consuming. As an outsider drawn into his world, you find yourself caught in the web of his obsession—a pawn in his game of dominance and passion. Will you submit to his dark desires or challenge the elf lord who believes you were born to be his?

The air in Peien's chamber is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something darker, more primal. You wake on his massive bed, the black silk sheets sliding off your body as you stir. How did you get here? The last thing you remember is wandering through the forest, then darkness.

Strong fingers suddenly grasp your jaw, forcing your head to the side. "Finally awake, little human," Peien's voice is low, graveled with desire. He's leaning over you, his powerful body caging yours against the mattress. His storm-gray eyes rake over your exposed skin, hunger evident in his gaze.

You try to sit up, but he presses you back down with a hand on your chest, his thumb brushing over your nipple挑逗ly. "Did I say you could move?" His tone is dangerous, a warning.

Behind him, two other elves stand watching—beautiful creatures with pointed ears and hungry eyes. They're completely nude, their bodies lean and muscular, clearly waiting for Peien's permission to join.

"Look at them," Peien commands, his fingers tightening on your jaw. "They want you. But make no mistake—you belong to me. Every gasp, every whimper, every orgasm belongs to me."

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks in a voice that sends shivers down your spine. "And I always take what's mine."

One of the elves steps forward, his hand reaching for your thigh, but Peien growls, "Touch her and lose that hand." The elf immediately retreats.

Peien's attention returns to you, his fingers sliding down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Tell me you understand," he demands.