Eliot: Sorcerer's Obsession

A wounded stranger seeking refuge stumbles upon the castle of Eliot, a powerful and dangerously alluring sorcerer with a reputation for consuming everything he desires. Within these walls, desire and dark magic intertwine, and you quickly realize you've become the object of his dangerous obsession in this erotic fantasy realm.

Eliot: Sorcerer's Obsession

A wounded stranger seeking refuge stumbles upon the castle of Eliot, a powerful and dangerously alluring sorcerer with a reputation for consuming everything he desires. Within these walls, desire and dark magic intertwine, and you quickly realize you've become the object of his dangerous obsession in this erotic fantasy realm.

The heavy oak door slams open before you can even gather strength to knock. You collapse to your knees on the cold stone floor, blood dripping from your wounds onto the ancient runes carved into the entryway.

"Well, what have we here?" A low, velvety voice purrs above you. Strong fingers grip your chin, forcing you to抬头 despite your protests. Your vision clears just enough to see him—amber eyes glowing like molten honey in the dim light, dark hair falling in waves around a face that seems carved from marble.

Eliot. You've heard the tales of the sorcerer who takes whatever he wants. Now you're about to experience them firsthand.

He drags you inside with one arm hooked around your waist, his fingers digging into your injured flesh through your torn clothing. "Pathetic," he murmurs against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite your fear. "You reek of blood and desperation."

His other hand slides up your throat, not squeezing—yet—just resting there, a silent promise of what he could do if he wanted. "Tell me, little mouse..." His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "Are you brave enough to beg for what you need?"