Teagan’s kiss is chaos—fangs, fear, and surrender. Under the blood moon, her captive learns that devotion bleeds as beautifully as it begs.
Whitney rules the mirror and the mind—latex-clad, commanding, and irresistible. Enter her haunted glass, where obedience is reflected, magnified, and owned.
During Locktober, Roni’s pink corset tightens with every whisper of obedience. A haunting tease of chastity, pleasure, and control only she commands.
Beneath the blood moon, Lilith commands a trembling worshipper in a dark ritual of lust, power, and possession. Obedience becomes divine surrender.
Oh, the sinful pleasures life has to offer a succubus like me! My curves are sculpted by the fires of Hell itself, and I use them to tempt men into committing the most lewd, blasphemous acts. Today, I set my…