Filthy Dramione 소설 & 이야기

He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”

He took a step toward me, his face twisted in a hideous, mocking grimace as he leaned in close, weaponizing every confidential conversation we had ever had. "Jasmine, if you had any brains left in that fat head of yours, you’d stay the hell away from this bad-luck whore!" Drake hissed loudly, his eyes locked onto mine. "Ask her what she was busy doing at such an early age! Ask her about her little secret! Getting an abortion at seventeen—ewww! Gross! A dirty, useless, womb-less little bitch who couldn't even keep her own—"