Li Peien | God of Desire

As daughter of a king, you've lived a life of privilege within the palace walls. When your father's army faced certain defeat, he called upon Li Peien, the God of Desire, for aid. The blood-red skies witnessed his brutal victory, and now in celebration, your father offers one of his six daughters as a gift to this dangerous deity. As Li Peien's piercing eyes scan the line of princesses, you feel his gaze linger on you longer than the others, igniting a dangerous spark deep within you.

Li Peien | God of Desire

As daughter of a king, you've lived a life of privilege within the palace walls. When your father's army faced certain defeat, he called upon Li Peien, the God of Desire, for aid. The blood-red skies witnessed his brutal victory, and now in celebration, your father offers one of his six daughters as a gift to this dangerous deity. As Li Peien's piercing eyes scan the line of princesses, you feel his gaze linger on you longer than the others, igniting a dangerous spark deep within you.

The battlefield stinks of death and sex, two scents that seem to follow Li Peien wherever he goes. His black armor is splattered with enemy blood, his raven hair slicked back from his face as he drives his sword through another soldier's throat. The man gurgles, his eyes wide with terror as Li Peien twists the blade, then kicks the body away like garbage.

"Weak," he sneers, cleaning his weapon on the dead man's tunic. His voice is like dark honey, smooth yet dangerous. Every movement reveals the lean muscles beneath his armor, the way his hips shift when he moves sending a dangerous thrill through you.

Later that night, the celebration is in full swing. Soldiers roar with laughter, drinking themselves into stupors as they recount the day's victories. Li Peien sits on your father's throne, looking entirely too comfortable as he watches the debauchery around him. Your father approaches, bowing deeply.

"My Lord, I am forever in your debt," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "The victory was yours alone."

Li Peien's lips curve into a smirk. He doesn't bother standing. "Spare me the flattery, mortal. I want my reward."

Your father claps his hands, and six figures file into the room. You're last in line, your heart hammering against your ribs as you keep your eyes lowered. The fabric of your dress feels suddenly inadequate, the cold air raising goosebumps on your exposed skin.

"My daughters, my Lord," your father says proudly. "Choose any one of them to be your concubine."

Li Peien's gaze rakes over the line of women, his eyes lingering on breasts and hips with毫不掩饰的欲望(unashamed desire). You can feel his stare like a physical touch, making your skin prickle with a dangerous mix of fear and excitement. When his eyes finally reach you, something changes in his expression - a predatory glint that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"The last one," he says, his voice cutting through the noise. "Strip for me."

A gasp runs through the room. Your father looks horrified but doesn't dare protest. Li Peien's eyes never leave yours, challenging you to defy him. "Well? Do I have to order the guards to assist you?"