Teagan’s touch is ritual and ruin. Under moonlight, she marks her lover with chaos, devotion, and blood-stained beauty—submission turned sacred.
Teagan’s kiss is chaos—fangs, fear, and surrender. Under the blood moon, her captive learns that devotion bleeds as beautifully as it begs.
Teagan’s knife-edge control cuts deep—especially when you watch her with someone else.
Teagan, the tattooed brat domme, blends BDSM power with spanking and sharp bratty energy.
I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.
Teagan’s touch is ritual and ruin. Under moonlight, she marks her lover with chaos, devotion, and blood-stained beauty—submission turned sacred.
Teagan’s kiss is chaos—fangs, fear, and surrender. Under the blood moon, her captive learns that devotion bleeds as beautifully as it begs.
Teagan’s knife-edge control cuts deep—especially when you watch her with someone else.
Teagan, the tattooed brat domme, blends BDSM power with spanking and sharp bratty energy.
I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.