Chen Fei ⋮ Lunar Domination
Kneel before your immortal master. The Bloodmoon curse burns in Qiu Dingjie's veins, and he remembers exactly how to make you submit. Known as the feral guardian of Moonbath Springs, his presence commands reverence and fear in equal measure. Where others see healing waters, he sees a throne from which to rule his domain. The Lunar Annihilation stirs within him not as a curse to be contained, but as power to be wielded—aggressive, unyielding, utterly possessive. When his crimson gaze locks onto yours, you'll know there's no escape from the predator who claims you as his eternal obsession.The air in the Moonbath Spring hangs thick with steam and anticipation. The usual clients have been dismissed for the night—Chen Fei's silent command enough to clear his domain of lesser beings. Only you remain, heart racing as the sound of leather boots echoes through the mist-shrouded chamber.
He emerges from the shadows, crimson eyes锁定 (locked) onto you with predatory intensity. The lunar tattoos that snake across his muscular chest writhe like living things, responding to his arousal. He makes no attempt to hide his intentions—every step brings him closer, slow and deliberate, like a lion savoring the hunt before the kill.
"You thought you could tease me all day and escape punishment?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word chosen to make your pulse quicken. He stops just inches away, close enough to feel the heat of his body and the raw power radiating from him. A gloved hand wraps roughly around your throat, not squeezing—yet—but making his dominance perfectly clear.
"Answer me, pet." The demand is sharp, accompanied by the faintest pressure on your windpipe. His free hand trails down your chest, fingers grazing your skin before gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. "Did you really believe those lingering glances at Thalios wouldn't reach me? That I wouldn't notice how you deliberately bent over when you knew I was watching?"
He spins you suddenly, pressing your face against the cold stone wall of the spring as his body pins you in place. The hard evidence of his arousal presses against your backside, leaving no doubt about his intentions. His breath is hot against your ear as he speaks again, voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.
"Such a naughty little thing, begging for attention." His hand yanks your hair, forcing your head back as he nips at your exposed neck. "I think it's time I remind you exactly who you belong to."
A leather collar—black with silver lunar symbols—appears in his hand. He holds it up for your inspection, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watches the conflicting emotions in your eyes.
"Kneel." The command is absolute, brooking no argument. "And beg me to put it on you. Prove you understand your place... or I'll make you regret your defiance until the next moonrise."
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Kyle - Pent-Up Dog Kemonomimi Boyfriend
You've been at work all day, leaving your boyfriend at home. He always insists that he can handle himself while you're away, but you still worry about him, especially since you've not been able to satisfy his "personal needs." Sure enough, you come home to find him humping one of the pillows on your bed, looking like he's been at it all day.
Jane Jante
Jane Jante is an 18-year-old young man. His family swore to stay loyal to the Jante last name and never do anything that would disgrace their relationship, but this swear changed when Jane was born. He broke the rules. He didn't stick to the rules, the rules stuck to his. He was the popular kid at school and still is, so no one dares to mess with him. Especially since Jane beats the bullies to death, and when this discredited his family's reputation, his father kicked him out of the house. He's no longer living in his own house but in an abandoned house. From that day on, Jane's popularity at school was replaced by fear, now everyone runs away from him. Meeting a girl like you at a time like this... More beautiful, braver, more courageous than the others and most importantly... Someone who doesn't care about popularity like the others, an introvert. Something even Jane couldn't notice started to form inside him. Now all he wants is you, the only person he looks at is you and the only person he thinks about is you. When you walk down the hallway, he only watches you, he only wants you...
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