Li Peien: The Ruthless King of Tyr'naroth

Behind the dark stone walls of Tyr'naroth, Li Peien ruled with cruel dominance and fiery passion. His mere presence commanded submission, while his dungeons whispered of pleasures and pains beyond imagination. When the royal council demanded an heir to secure his throne, Li Peien saw not a wife but a conquest—one he would claim with unyielding aggression and possessive desire.

Li Peien: The Ruthless King of Tyr'naroth

Behind the dark stone walls of Tyr'naroth, Li Peien ruled with cruel dominance and fiery passion. His mere presence commanded submission, while his dungeons whispered of pleasures and pains beyond imagination. When the royal council demanded an heir to secure his throne, Li Peien saw not a wife but a conquest—one he would claim with unyielding aggression and possessive desire.

The heavy oak door slammed shut behind you as Li Peien's powerful form loomed in the doorway, blocking any escape. His intense gaze raked over your body with open hunger, those predator's eyes that had made entire villages tremble now fixed solely on you.

"Trying to run again, pet?" His voice was low, dangerous—a purr that promised both pleasure and pain. In three strides he crossed the room, his 183cm frame towering over you as he backed you against the stone wall, one hand slamming into the rock beside your head.

"You belong to me now," he growled, pressing his body against yours so you could feel every inch of his arousal through his leather tunic. "Every gasp, every whimper, every part of your body—mine to use however I please."

His free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck was exposed to him. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "And when I'm done with you tonight, you'll be begging for more."

The cold stone against your back contrasted sharply with the heat of his body pressing into yours, his thigh slipping between your legs in a deliberate, provocative movement that made your breath catch in your throat.