Feral Night

Hannah failed to stifle a moan as his fangs almost pierced her skin. Her blood ran hot as his hands traced her veins. He wasn't holding onto her as such, but his presence felt almost inescapable. Hannah could only move so much. The Feral had latched onto his prey. No letting go so easy.

"I'm sure you came to ask me a favour, right?"

"I did. I see you might be willing to help me, right?"

Daken ran his tongue over a vein on her neck as it pulsed under his touch. Even though Hannah had basically the same powers as him, this was different. She was in for an interesting experience. He delayed answering for a second, then nodded to her bag.

"I'm willing to help you, but surely you don't bring an overnight bag to ask for a service.".

"True", Hannah sighed as his arms wrapped around her torso. "I may have had another service in mind too."

Daken was much different from Tom. Daken was a feral. The real deal. The whole package.

Daken got closer to her ear and asked in a cautious but lusty tone, "H, you ever slept with a Feral before? It can be...intense."

"Why? You think I can't handle it?"

That answer alone sparked him. He pulled her flush against his torso as he ran his finger along her veins. Each one pulsing from the blood rush she was having, he opened two of her blouse buttons to expose more of her neck.

Not only was her collarbone on show, he also got a glimpse of her cleavage. He could feel her breathing quicken, the blood rushing through her body, the scent of her pleasure wreaking havoc on his senses. Daken deftly slipped his hand under her top and unclasped her sleek black bra.

"How did you get there so quick?"

"Hunter's instincts", he smirked as he finally pulled her top off. One layer down. Two to go. That was easy as ever.

Daken kept holding her close to him so they were almost parallel. He massaged her breasts down to her hips as she squirmed. Whilst pulling her skirt off with one hand, he cheekily slipped his free hand down her panties. Hannah gripped his arm as she felt her blood run even hotter as he felt how wet she was.

"I see you found my secret."

"That wasn't gonna stay secret as long as you're in my perimeter. You might like this as well."

No sooner had he slipped off her skirt and underwear, he'd done away with his jeans as well. He kept nipping her neck in small bites as she moaned and squirmed trying to hold onto him, but he wouldn't let her. His turf. His rules.

He released a scent that basically intoxicated someone with lust, except in this case, it only amplified what they were both feeling.

Still holding her in a vice-like grip, Hannah shivered a little as he tickled her thigh. She'd closed her eyes as the feelings had intensified so much, a normal person would have passed out by now. She felt him stroke her leg a little before moving it aside. It seemed weird at first, until something thick and hard went between her legs and slipped inside.

The only way Hannah kept herself from screaming out was to bite his arm, fairly hard as well. It didn't seem to phase him. It seemed to make him rub even harder, feeling Hannah's teeth embedded in his arm. Her moans and nails in his skin were almost unbearable for him to handle. His fangs descended again and pierced her skin with a gutteral growl.

Hannah winced with a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt the fangs in her neck. Daken really had bitten her, but not enough to draw blood; he was very careful not puncture any blood vessels. Hannah took several deep breaths to focus on him owning every inch of her. If that wasn't intense enough, a new throbbing sensation tipped the balance.

It was a sensory overload; she could feel his bite tighten, his breathing was ragged and there was a deep pulse between her legs. The feeling at this point was simply inexplicable.

Maybe a few minutes after that, Hannah found herself laying on a bed with a small blouse on. She tried to sit up when she felt a heavy hand on her arm. Her senses tensed but they relaxed once she saw it was Daken.

"How did we get here? We were in your gym room and then..."

Daken shushed her gently as he lay her down again. "We were. You were going to pass out so I brought you here."

He laid her down and ran his hands over her neck, as if to heal the deep bite marks left behind. He was aching to bang her again, but not until she was fully rested from that.

Seems like Ferals really are wild in bed.