Drake Masterbation Novels & Stories

The best way to secure the status of a newly-christened fuckboy was to blast his ass until his boy cock spewed cum. Drake had already worked himself up to a fever pitch of blasting the boy's ass. The boy's body was being racked by the force of Drake's deep and hard thrusts. The room was filled with a cacophony of grunts of exertion, moans of pleasure, the sucking sound as the boy created on the doctor's hard cock, and the sound of Drake's thighs slapping against the boy's ass cheeks. Drake and Petrov smiled at each other as they listened to the boy's moans of pleasure. Drake was now expertly targeting the boy's prostate with every deep and hard thrust. They watched as the boy began to shake

Becky purrs in my ear like a satisfied cat. “Got it, angel.” “Your foundation money?” I ask. “Drake’s.” “Harbormere sends ‘Clean Water’ grants,” she says, cheeks mottling. “Maxwell sells consulting to himself. Drake launders ‘youth health’ through the hospital gala and pays Sable on the back end in favors. There’s a locker at Dock 9, Maxwell keeps his foxhair there because it makes him feel dangerous.” “Combination?” I ask. “His daughter’s birthday,” she says, disgusted. “Men like him learn three numbers and call it security.”

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

"Drake is a hybrid. He can resurrect spirits. And his grandfather isn't dead. He's also a hybrid and now lives in the Abyss. Everyone thinks he's dead, but he's just reclusive. His grandfather have ability to open any hybrid potential and train them." Thierry was stunned. "I don't understand. Drake? He's a Beta, right? And his grandfather isn't dead? Oh, I'm dizzy now." "Drake becoming a Beta is just a seal, to prevent his powers from being misused by greedy people," Ariel said. "His grandfather put the seal on him to keep his only grandson safe. His grandfather was a hybrid trainer, and he trained Drake to control his powers." "But if Drake has such powerful powers, why doesn't he show them

Sage said, her tone softer but no less firm, “if you want any chance at a life after this, now’s the time to cooperate. What aren’t you telling us?” Drake hesitated, his gaze darting between Sage and Damian. Finally, he let out a frustrated breath. “Alright, fine. You want the truth? That weapon—it’s not just a weapon. It’s a prototype for something bigger. Bancroft’s been funneling resources into a secondary project, something more destructive.” “What kind of project?” Damian demanded. Drake shrugged, his nonchalance a thin mask for the fear in his eyes. “I don’t know the details. But I’ve heard whispers about it. They call it ‘Project Echelon.’ Supposedly, it’s designed to eliminate entire

“Grandmaster, I already thought of a way. I must return to the mansion to see and be with my children. I don’t know what is happening to them now. If Sandra is treating them well. This way, I can also know who is backing her, because I can observe her every move.” “If that is your decision, I will allow you. But always remember, I am here if something bad happens to you. I will secretly send Drako to you. You can only talk to him at night because it is dangerous during the day. He is a top assassin whom I subjected to intense training for a long time. He is one of my trusted assassins in Aerie. Whenever you need something, you know how to call him.” Amarah cried and immediately embraced Gran

Drakes shouted summoning the now newly appointed Vampire General since Trey was now MIA. “Yes Master,” Makros, the ex-Mafia boss immediately replied with a respectful bow. “Get the Vampire Army ready, I will soon be teleporting us to a location for war.” Drakes commanded and then left as soon as Makros nodded that he would do as commanded. Drakes then walked heading for the Throne hall, and there she was. His beloved sitting on the Vampire Queen thrones chair like a Queen. Vampire servants, newly acquired and kidnapped human slaves, doing her biddings.

My thighs spread a little more at their own will and Drake's fingers insert themselves a little more into me. "Drake..." I murmured. "I forbid you to cum without my permission, your pleasure, your enjoyment, it's all mine. Who is your master Lisa?" "You. "I said, almost screaming. He smiles and adds nothing, but continues to torture me, sometimes speeding up until I'm on the edge of a precipice, sometimes slowing down and torturing me to make me bend. "Master I beg you let me cum. " "Not now Lisa, I'm sure you can handle more. "

The timeline was wrong. Just recently, Drake had attended public events and conferences, yet Bob had already been bedridden and near death. How could that be? Bradley said, lowering his voice, “From what I know, Drake is always accompanied by two people. One of them—if needed—can become Drake. He’s skilled in disguise. He uses some special material to create artificial skin, and with makeup, he can completely transform into someone else. He can even change his voice.” So that was the truth.

Mustering enough courage, Damon opened his eyes to stare into those of his Master. "Beautiful." Xrysos rasped, but never stopped his assault on those swollen lips. "You are beautiful, Damon." Xrysos gently tugged on Damon's tunic and it fell off completely, exposing a well-defined toned chest, two pink hard nipples stood proud, Damon's chest heaving strongly as he took in harsh breaths. "Beautiful," Xrysos whispered, his hand running smoothly on Damon's naked chest, Xrysos stopped to gently pinch on the hard nipples and that caused Damon to squirm and moan loudly, his head lolled back in pure abandon. Xrysos bit into Damon's exposed neck and kissed it slowly, leaving his marks everywhere his