Feral Daydreams 🎀

Feeding Desires (🍋)

Elfreda lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when her boyfriend's text popped up: "Come to my office; I could use a snack."

Curiosity piqued, she replied, "What kind of snack?" Almost instantly, he responded, "Just come, darling."

Intrigued, Elfreda made her way to his office. As she entered, she found him leaning casually against his desk, a teasing smirk lighting up his face.

With a playful grin, she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying enticingly in her leather skirt. "So what's this about a snack?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him through her long lashes.

Draven pushed off the desk, closing the space between them in two strides, his eyes raking over her body before he huskily replied, "Oh, I have just the thing in mind."

Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear but from excitement. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his earlobe as she whispered, "And what would that be, my love?"

He loved how she played along, Draven thought as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, his voice low and seductive, "Why don't you let me show you?"

She shivered slightly at his touch, feeling the heat radiating off his body. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," she murmured, running her fingers along his chest, feeling the firmness beneath his shirt.

"Lead the way then, handsome." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire as she looked up at him, ready for whatever he had in store.

"Have a seat, darling," Draven said smoothly, guiding her to the couch, his thoughts racing with all the ways he planned to devour her, the thrill of the chase never failing to excite him.

Elfreda perched on the edge of the couch, her legs crossed, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh. She watched him intently, her pink eyes gleaming with anticipation as she waited for him to make his move.

"Are you going to feed me yourself, or do I need to get my hands dirty?" she teased, her voice dripping with sultry promise. The air between them crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken desires.

Draven's hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face towards him, his thumb tracing her plump lower lip, "Oh, I think I'd rather enjoy feeding you myself," he said, his breath warm against her lips, closing the gap between them to capture her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss.

Elfreda melted into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his, exploring every corner of his mouth. She moaned softly, feeling his hardness pressing against her through his pants.

Breaking away from the kiss, she whispered huskily, "But I'm starving...for more than just food." Her hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath, reveling in the power she held over him.

Chuckling darkly, Draven's free hand slid to the hem of her skirt, slowly inching it upwards, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, enjoying the way she squirmed in anticipation, "Well, darling, I guess we'll have to satisfy both our hungers then, won't we?"

She nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps as his hand traveled higher. She stood up abruptly, shedding her skirt, leaving her clad only in her black lace underwear and the mesh top that clung to her curves.

"Let's not waste any time then," she purred, stepping closer to him, her hands reaching for the belt of his trousers.

Draven's gaze roamed over her exposed flesh, desire blazing in his eyes, as he unbuckled his belt with a swift motion, allowing his trousers to fall open, revealing black boxer briefs that hugged his hips, his erection straining against the fabric.