Drarry 18+ Novels & Stories

'A mission to protect? Really? Freaking doomed!’ -Drake Lucas Del Fiore- Note: This is a work of fiction. Characters and all are based on the author's imagination. All rights reserved, and soft copy is prohibited. Contains highly sensitive scenes and mature episodes. R18. Drake’s POV I groaned deeply as I nearly reached my climax. Her heavy breathing gave me the satisfaction of knowing she’s way beyond heaven. I pulled her closer and thrust deeper inside her. Her hands fisted on my back while I was doing the job.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

I was about to commit to a lifetime of mediocre sex, and these four men had shown me exactly what I'd be missing. "Gonna cum," Dante grunted beneath me. "Gonna fill this pussy up." "Fill her," Gabriel encouraged. "Breed the bride. Mark her as ours." Dante's grip on my hips turned bruising as he thrust up hard and came, flooding my pussy with hot cum. The sensation triggered my own orgasm—my fourth or fifth, I'd lost count—and I squirted again, the liquid mixing with his release. Marcus followed seconds later, groaning as he filled my ass. Then Gabriel, painting the inside of my throat with his cum and making me swallow every drop. Finally James, finishing all over my hand and stomach.

"Hah! Yeah, right. Come on, everyone is afraid of something." "Not me." "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll even tell you my biggest fear." Harley laughed quietly through her nose. "You're a five hundred year old vampire, I highly doubt there is much on this mortal plane that can scare you." "It may seem like that, but I can assure you it's not the case." "Alright then, I guess I could tell you mine if you tell me yours." "Deal… but you first." "Okay, the truth is that I'm afraid-"

After I don't know how long of dancing and a couple of drinks Dante guided us both to a room upstairs, I had no idea where we're going and when I looked at Elise she looked as lost as me. Okay here comes the very bad smut scene. If you're under 18 I'm not your mother and if you are over 18 I'm still not your mother so ENJOY. Ps: I don't guarantee it to be good. Dante take us to a room its dark, the walls are black, the light is low, in the middle of the room there is a four-poster bed, there is a dresser, a leather chair in one corner of the room and a door that lead to the bathroom I assumed.

My mouth goes dry, and my heart begins to thump like a woodpecker. It is Darragh Ryan, and he’s not wearing a shirt. His worn, faded jeans are so low on his hips, you can not only see the muscles cutting an arrow from his hips into his waistband, but I swear, you can make out a dark thatch of hair on the taut, tanned skin above his zipper. I lick my suddenly parched lips. Is that the last stop on his happy trail or his wolf’s fur? It’s hard to tell from over here, especially since he’s got a hairy chest. He definitely doesn’t wax for definition like the younger males in the pack.

Darren, still in my arms, wriggled like a caught fish, reaching out toward Lucas with a desperate, "Daddy, help me!" Lucas, leaning against the car, his suit as sharp as his jawline, just chuckled, ruffling Darren's hair. "Junior, you got Mom mad all on your own. You gotta fix this one yourself. I don't dare to mess up with mommy. Have I ever told you that mommy used to strangle a grizzly bear by bare hands and beat the crap out of 15 giant werewolves in a pub?" Darren, undeterred, scrambled toward Lyle, the smaller boy nestled in the backseat, his big eyes blinking up at me. "Lyle, help me," Darren pleaded, his voice a mix of charm and panic.

｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.