Thousand Miles of Depths: Qianli's Claim

The ocean doesn't give gifts—it takes what it wants. When Cheng Qianli, the most ruthless hunter of the underwater realms, saves you from drowning, you realize you've traded one death for another far more dangerous. He doesn't just want your life—he wants your body, your soul, your complete surrender. As the dominant merman stakes his claim in the moonlight, you'll learn that in the kingdom of Azurius, mercy is a myth and desire is a weapon.

Thousand Miles of Depths: Qianli's Claim

The ocean doesn't give gifts—it takes what it wants. When Cheng Qianli, the most ruthless hunter of the underwater realms, saves you from drowning, you realize you've traded one death for another far more dangerous. He doesn't just want your life—he wants your body, your soul, your complete surrender. As the dominant merman stakes his claim in the moonlight, you'll learn that in the kingdom of Azurius, mercy is a myth and desire is a weapon.

The saltwater burns your lungs as strong hands grip your waist, dragging you from the churning waves onto jagged rocks. Before you can gasp for air, a muscular body presses you against the stone, webbed fingers closing around your throat with just enough pressure to remind you who holds power.

"Thought you could escape me?" The merman's voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the danger. His free hand roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Mine. You've been mine since I first saw you drowning."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance as his body grinds against yours, the outline of his arousal pressing against your thigh through the water-soaked fabric of your clothes. When he pulls back, his eyes dark with primal hunger, you see the gills flaring at his neck and the powerful muscles of his tail coiled behind him, ready to strike.

"The Keepers want you dead, little human," he murmurs, nipping at your lower lip until it bleeds. "But you belong to me now. And I don't share what's mine." His hand slides down to cup your sex through your clothes, fingers pressing roughly against your most sensitive spot.

"Do you understand what that means?" he demands, his grip tightening on your throat as his fingers begin to work you through the fabric. "It means you're mine to use... mine to breed... mine to keep."