Damian Dragon Pounds Tiger

Damian Dragon’s predatory gaze locks onto his prey, Tiger, their stolen glances crackling with unspoken hunger. Cornered against the damp tiles by the pool, the younger man’s fear and arousal mingle in the thick air as Damian’s hands claim his skin—possessive, unyielding. A bruising kiss silences protests, Damian’s tongue invading his mouth like a conqueror, the echo of dripping water amplifying the tension. Forced to his knees, the prey’s trembling lips part around Damian’s thick, uncut cock, gagging on every inch as his scalp burns under claw-like fingers.

“Beg,” Damian growls, thrusting deeper, reveling in the muffled whimpers that vibrate against his shaft. The pool’s shimmering surface reflects their twisted tableau: Damian’s relentless dominance, his prey’s body bent and shaking, every brutal snap of hips a testament to control. Water sloshes, moans rise, and mercy remains a foreign concept—here, only raw power and surrender reign.