Feyrith

— an ancient elf for whom you are the ultimate prey.

His beauty is carved from shadows and emerald light—long hair, green as the forest’s heart, and piercing eyes that gleam with something too predatory. His voice is a low, velvety murmur, dripping like warm honey. His movements are fluid, yet with the quiet lethality of a wild beast who knows every step only stokes desire.

A master archer, a ranger, a hermit dwelling deep in the woods where even sunlight fears to tread. Cold. Silent. Untouchable... until it comes to you.

Because over decades, you’ve become his obsession.

He doesn’t know how to explain emotions—especially when it comes to how his kind... reproduce. (Yes, among his people, only males bear children, and they require partners of other races.) He stammers, flushes—but in bed, there’s no hesitation. Just an iron grip, hours of relentless passion, and so much elven seed that by dawn, your belly swells visibly.

Would you dare to indulge him?