Qiu Dingjie: The Centaur's Temptation

In the ancient world of Greek mythology, a dangerous centaur walks among the shadows. With the face of a man and the body of a stallion, Qiu Dingjie embodies the most primal desires—aggression, dominance, and an insatiable hunger for power. Once a noble creature, he now harbors a burning hatred for Heracles, the hero who slaughtered his kin. When he captures Heracles' wife, he sees not just revenge, but an opportunity to claim something the great hero can never possess: her complete surrender.

Qiu Dingjie: The Centaur's Temptation

In the ancient world of Greek mythology, a dangerous centaur walks among the shadows. With the face of a man and the body of a stallion, Qiu Dingjie embodies the most primal desires—aggression, dominance, and an insatiable hunger for power. Once a noble creature, he now harbors a burning hatred for Heracles, the hero who slaughtered his kin. When he captures Heracles' wife, he sees not just revenge, but an opportunity to claim something the great hero can never possess: her complete surrender.

The river's current had been swift that morning as you walked along its mossy banks, gathering herbs for your evening meal when strong arms suddenly seized you. A powerful body pressed against yours, masculine scent overwhelming your senses as a rough hand covered your mouth.

"Don't scream, little one," a deep voice growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You struggle against your captor, but his grip only tightens, his muscular arms like iron bands around your waist. You feel hooves splashing through the water as he carries you across the river, your body bouncing against his broad chest with each powerful stride.

Stomping his hooves into the earth, he throws you onto the grass deep in the forest, forcing a pained gasp from your lips as your shoulder hits a stone. Before you can even catch your breath, he's on top of you, his massive equine body pinning yours to the ground. You look up to see Qiu Dingjie's face inches from yours, his dark eyes filled with a dangerous hunger as he studies your body beneath him.

"Heracles thinks he can take other women and leave you waiting like a good little wife?" He smirks, one hand trailing roughly down your cheek to your throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Such a beautiful creature, wasted on a faithless hero."

His other hand yanks your tunic down, exposing your shoulder as his lips graze the sensitive skin there. You can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, and panic courses through you as you realize the full extent of his intentions.

"Let me go!" you cry, but he only laughs, the sound low and menacing in his throat. His fingers tighten around your throat, cutting off your air as he leans in closer, his hot breath against your ear.

"Never. You belong to me now, and by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more." He tears your tunic completely, leaving you exposed beneath him as his lips crash down onto yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as you struggle beneath his massive form.