Chapter 12: Chapter 12 Fuck me dry Draven Swift (R18)
Then going backwards, he stylishly headed to his room. A nice suit that reeked of extravagance clung to his frame, and that alone, mixed with the fragrance of roses and lilies, made Daniel’s whole body spike. But that didn’t stop him from trying to get what he wanted—
a release from the shackles of the pheromones that wouldn’t let him breathe.
So he fell on the enormous bed arranged by Draven. It was filled with blankets and pillows to make it soft, comfy, and more than inviting. Daniel spread his legs in an unspoken invitation, letting his torso show under the hungry gaze of Draven, who was drowning in the waves of desire Daniel had ignited in his body.
With sharp speed, Daniel began to remove his clothing piece by piece. First his crop top, then his trousers, leaving only his boots on.
Draven came crashing down on his body, careful not to put his full weight on him.
"You know this is just for sex, no strings attached," Daniel revealed.
Draven nodded impatiently, his lips already devouring Daniel’s in a mad rush. He savored the exquisite taste, lips flavored in a way no other kiss had ever been. That saliva wasn’t ordinary—it was made just for him. No kiss had ever been that sweet.
Daniel, on the other hand, desperately reached out for Draven’s body. His torn joggers didn’t survive the outburst, and the shirt had already been discarded long ago in the basement where they first kissed.
It was wild—Draven not only took in Daniel’s upper lip but traced a line on his mouth with his tongue, diving deeper, exchanging saliva. It was already becoming a habit, something addictive, something delicious.
"My body’s on fire," Daniel complained, his voice raw with need.
Draven slid his hands over Daniel’s torso, rubbing slow circles that shook Daniel’s world. His eyes trailed down to the naked chest, where he began to nibble at Daniel’s breasts, pinching the other slowly. Daniel’s boxers strained with the bulge showing clearly.
His legs spread wider, scandalously so, a submissive position he would normally resist—but right now, he didn’t care. At least the heat was reducing.
"Don’t worry, mi amor. I’ll take good care of you in your heat period. I won’t touch you without your consent," Draven whispered before snatching another kiss, nibbling at his lower lip this time.
Daniel, a fast kisser, met him back with equal intensity, his tongue darting out. Seeing it, Draven captured it, rolling their tongues together in circles like a wild rollercoaster.
Daniel thought things couldn’t get steamier, even though his body begged for more. His hormones demanded it, and so did he. Luckily, Draven wasn’t slow. His hands found their way to Daniel’s middle—his throbbing flesh rising against the friction of his boxers, demanding freedom to be worshiped.
Daniel sighed seductively.
"Yes, higher!" he moaned senselessly as Draven’s hands wandered lower, brushing along smooth thighs until he found the opening.
The tip of Daniel’s dick peeked out, aggravating Draven to act. With a precise motion, he slid his hand inside the boxers, taking hold of him and stroking slowly. He brushed the edge with his palm, going up and down in a teasing rhythm, then quickened the pace.
Daniel gasped, mouth wide open.
"Haa!! Ouch—ohh haa!" he moaned harder. The handjob, no matter how hard or fast, was too enticing. His release was coming—but Draven stopped before it could happen, danger flashing in his irises.
Daniel knew that wicked look. He was about to go into full Alpha mode and subdue him in the most embarrassing way possible—but Daniel wasn’t going to let that happen.
No matter how horny, he wouldn’t be turned into a rag.
Immediately, as Draven reached out to grip him, Daniel twisted in the opposite direction. Draven’s hand landed on the empty bed. With that chance, Daniel seized Draven’s dick at once, stilling him.
Draven froze as Daniel applied a technique unique to him—fondling it gently, pressing his own against Draven’s. That alone worked like magic.
Draven shut his eyes, lost in another life, enjoying unlimited sex fantasy. Strange enough, though a stranger, Daniel felt connected to him. Not like a random partner, but like someone destined. Weird, impossible—but he let himself enjoy it.
While Draven gasped like an overused engine, he never expected Daniel to lead him to a seat, tie his hands and feet to the chair. Something tightened in his palms—by the time he opened his eyes, it was done. He was bound completely.
Daniel, satisfied, smiled to himself. Like an impatient wolf, he climbed onto Draven’s lap, straddling him with smooth legs.
By now, they were both naked, hormones oozing thickly in the air, making them look drunk. Daniel’s expression was no longer normal—it was wild.
He held Draven’s dick, positioning his ass above it. Teasing, he rubbed the tip against his entrance, randomly sliding at the edge, making Draven groan, his throbbing flesh rising in protest.
Daniel was about to push it inside when something stopped him—a hand was already tracing his ass, fingers sliding over his cheeks, circling his hole.
Draven smiled.
"Shocked? I freed my hands a long time ago. No way you’re doing this without getting wet for me."
Before Daniel could respond, a finger pressed in, rolling inside him, dragging him closer to the edge.
He squeezed his face—losing his virginity to a stranger. What irony.
As shameless as it was, porn had taught him these moves, and though he always dreamed of giving it to someone special, a knight in shining armor, fate had its own cruelty. At least this was better than going into heat at the Raven headquarters and being pounded by beasts who called themselves men.
Slowly, Draven slid his fingers deeper, pulling out a slick liquid already inside. The grin on his lips widened.
"Now I think you’re ready for me," he whispered dangerously in Daniel’s ear.
Daniel felt a sharp sting from the scratch on his hand, but Draven didn’t notice. Daniel didn’t want him to—he didn’t want care, just sex.
"Yes... fuck me dry, Draven Swift."
The young man’s eyes turned savage. He had drilled pussies and asses before, and this—this was nothing he couldn’t conquer.
With steady pressure, he began sliding the enormous shaft in...