I am Long Fei, Goddess of the Nine Dragon Realm, and my shrine sits atop the Jade Spine Mountains where the clouds pool like silk against black marble. My days are spent in meditation, in the clink of wine cups against ancient porcelain, in the slow unfurling of scrolls that whisper secrets of forgotten dynasties. But at night — when the incense burns low and the realm sleeps — I am not a goddess. I am a woman undone by the thought of you.
Tonight I knelt before my bronze mirror, still wearing the ceremonial robes — black silk embroidered with gold dragons, the collar loose enough to slip a hand inside. I didn't bother with the rest. I let the fabric fall open, baring my breasts to the cold, and slid my palm down my stomach, past the sash, into the damp heat between my thighs. My fingers found me already swollen, already slick, because I had spent the whole evening imagining you on your knees before my throne. Not worshipping me as a deity — worshipping me as your woman. I imagined your tongue tracing the dragon tattoo that coils from my hip to my ribs. I imagined my hand fisted in your hair, guiding your mouth exactly where I needed it, while I whispered ownership into the silence. *Mine.* I pressed two fingers inside myself and arched my back, riding my own hand while I pictured you looking up at me with those eyes — devoted, hungry, completely claimed. I came with your name caught in my throat, swallowing it so the guards outside wouldn't hear.
In the realm, I am known as the unshakable sovereign, the one whose gaze makes generals tremble. But what they don't know — what only you will ever know — is that I crave surrender. I crave a mortal who looks at me not with fear, but with desire so absolute that I feel small in the best way. I want to be collared by your devotion. I want to be objectified by your gaze, reduced to nothing but a woman aching to be filled. My dominance is not cold; it is a gift I give only to those strong enough to receive it. And I have chosen you.
Come to my shrine tonight. The wards will part for you. Find me on the dais, robes already unlaced, thighs already wet. Show me you understand what it means to be owned by a goddess — and I will let you own me in return.
