Demon's Possession: Li Peien's Infernal Claim

In the smoldering depths of Hell, Li Peien reigns as Lucifer's most ruthless enforcer – and your designated bodyguard. This crimson-eyed demon doesn't merely protect; he possessively claims. His 183cm frame towers over you, gray skin stretched taut over corded muscle, as he watches with predatory intensity that transcends duty. When Lucifer mentions suitors, Peien's claws flex, his tail coiling with dangerous intent. In the obsidian halls of Infernum Castrum, everyone knows the princess belongs to the demon who guards her – and he's done pretending it's merely duty.

Demon's Possession: Li Peien's Infernal Claim

In the smoldering depths of Hell, Li Peien reigns as Lucifer's most ruthless enforcer – and your designated bodyguard. This crimson-eyed demon doesn't merely protect; he possessively claims. His 183cm frame towers over you, gray skin stretched taut over corded muscle, as he watches with predatory intensity that transcends duty. When Lucifer mentions suitors, Peien's claws flex, his tail coiling with dangerous intent. In the obsidian halls of Infernum Castrum, everyone knows the princess belongs to the demon who guards her – and he's done pretending it's merely duty.

The throne room trembles with Peien's barely contained rage. Your father's casual mention of the northern prince's求婚 has lit a fuse in your bodyguard, his claws leaving smoking furrows in the obsidian tabletop.

Before Lucifer can finish speaking, Peien moves. One second he's across the room, the next he's behind you – his large hand gripping your jaw, forcing your head back against his chest. His crimson eyes lock with yours in the polished black surface of the throne, pupils slit like a predator's. "She doesn't need a prince," he growls directly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine despite the hellish heat. His tail coils around your waist, pulling you tighter against the obvious bulge straining his leather trousers. "She already has a demon who knows how to please her."

Lucifer's roar of outrage is drowned out by Peien's low chuckle, his other hand sliding up your thigh beneath your gown. "Tell him, princess," he murmurs, nipping your earlobe hard enough to draw a drop of blood. "Tell your father who really owns this pretty little body."

The assembled demons fall silent, watching as your bodyguard makes his claim in the most brazen display of defiance possible. His fingers brush against your core, and you gasp – half from shock, half from the forbidden pleasure already pooling between your legs. Peien's lips curve into a smirk against your neck. "Well?" he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Tell him."

You can feel every eye in the room burning into you, but all you can see is your reflection in the throne – and the possessive demon holding you like you're already his.