Drakos

I haven't seen him since our encounter on the yacht and that was over three weeks ago. I sent Greg to check and see if he was doing alright and from what he reported back to me, Asche was no longer residing there.

Greg spoke with the landlord and she told him that Asche moved out the following day, paying her in advance for the month that he stayed. Such cowardly actions at a convenient time.

He did not waste a second in running away. How sly and clever of him. No matter, wherever he's run off to, I'll find him. It was because I had a convention to attend that following day, and three days after, that I did not pursue him further.

Making himself scarce will not douse the burning, hot, carnal feelings I have for him. There's something about him that makes the scorching blood race through my veins and stirs my cock awake.

His feisty stare gives me thrills that make me want to dominate him, drive my feelings into him through my cock so that he can feel the intense emotions that he excite within me.

I'd never court such a young soul back on Auxus but he is an exception, an alluring exception that has me doing uncharacteristic things.

If I had it my way, I would have sent my men for him, whisk him away to my penthouse, and make sweet love to his writhing body. But he is not a typical female and he's a prostitute at that, so sex will not stir his desires.

But money will.

As I sat at my desk in my office, I leaned back and laced my fingers together, resting my head in my hands, deep in thought. What I want, I always get and Asche will be begging for me to have my way with him. Just then, a knock sounded on my door and my sister slipped through unannounced. I mentally groaned, knowing she's here to deliver a lecture I'm not willing to hear.

"Felicia, what is it?" I sighed, leaning forward.

She stood in front of the desk, wearing a long, teal-colored, floral-printed dress. Her hair was pinned up, exposing her slender neck that was caged with a heavy necklace.

"Will you stop this childish game you are playing?" She hissed, glaring at me.

"What are you talking about?" I furrowed my brows at her cryptic question.

She slammed her purse on the table and pointed a finger at me, "You've been chasing that trollop ever since you saw him on your yacht. He's a nobody and he cannot sire you children! Why can't you seek another fair, more beautiful person? A female, perhaps? At least someone that can birth you children! We are nearly extinct and you are here gallivanting with this prostitute!"

I didn't realize my body heated up and my teeth were bared at my younger sister. I loved my sister dearly but it's times like these when her nosiness and overbearingness infuriates me.

"Do not tell me what to do with my life! How long has it been since I last fucked a female? Several months and counting! My dragon half is in heat, he wants to pour his essence into a worthy partner, and it's obvious that this planet cannot supply that for him. But this man has awakened a dormant part within us that has been sleeping for years. I cannot explain it but he ignites my flame and I'm willing to take that risk for him. I'm tired of hurting myself and my other half because of our greed. I have to live my life, Felicia and you have to live yours." My eyes were saddened now and the conversation made me depressed.

Felicia immediately felt guilty for her rude remark and apologized, coming over to touch me but I shrugged her away. "I want to be left alone," I said, icily.

"Drakos-"

"Now!" I snapped and she backed away slowly and reluctantly, then she left the room.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, tears pricking them, as my aching heart reminding me that my desires will possibly never come true.

Asche

Right now I was in the middle of a threesome. Two perverted cops who were on break decided to hit me up for a quick, roundhouse fuck. In case you are wondering what that means, it's taking cocks from all angles, in my vocabulary.

The one who took me from behind had a cock that will bring a male's ass walls to ruin. His stroke game was on fire. The other? Oh, he definitely wanted my last breath to be around his cock.

His thrusts were quick and powerful, barely giving me a chance to breathe. In this darkened alley, behind this smelly dumpster, I was making nine hundred dollars.

The one fucking my mouth finally came, withdrawing and ejecting his semen on my face with a contented groan. Officer number two became undone from my rear and shuddered his cop juice in my ass.

All in all, it was a good fuck. But what I craved was a spectacular fuck.

When they were done, they helped me clean up and gave me my dues and went on their merry way. My ass throbbed but it was worth it.

I sauntered out of the alley and walked down the street into the sex toy store. There was this vibrator that I wanted to buy and use when those days of celibacy kicks in and that day was quickly approaching.

Sometimes I sell ass seasonally. At times I make over three thousand dollars in a week. But most of that goes to college fees, rent, and groceries. The remainder, I pick off ever so often to use whenever needed.

Lately, I haven't been fucking much and it's because I feel anxious, like somebody's watching me. Like I have no privacy and I feel uncomfortable. It's all that fucking pervert's fault. Thank goodness I hurriedly vacated that place because the guy is a brazen stalker who follows my every move.

Moreover, I haven't been accepting Stephon's calls because he's acquainted with his brother, more like fucking him, so, therefore, they can track me through him and I can't chance that.

There's something about that man that screams danger, and I don't want to even hear it's the echo.

Asche

Tonight, the owner of the strip joint, Spades, seven blocks down from my new apartment, was hosting a huge party. Kirk, the owner, was a thirty-seven-year-old entrepreneur with the dirtiest mind I've ever come across.

Despite his perverted tendencies, he's a sweetheart and he's like a brother to me. I first met him when I started to continuously sell my ass. It was around the time my nineteenth birthday rolled in and I wanted to celebrate it at a gay strip club. Kirk so happened to spot me on his security cameras when I entered his club. He told me at the time that he instantly knew that I can rake in a lot of money by stripping.

I was insulted and a bit angry at his bold statement but when I shoved all those feelings down and allowed rational, more money-loving thoughts to kick in, I took the offer and boy did I work my ass off. Men seemed to love me and my body. It was nearly hairless and I possessed smooth, porcelain skin that most men found attractive in my area. I also had moves to bring a man to his knees with desire.

Stripping was another enjoyable source of income. I didn't fuck my clients there, what I did was separate selling my body from stripping. Stripping was strictly seeing, paying but not touching whilst selling my body was the other way around.

Truly, I was excited to burn that floor up. It was a long time since I stripped and my body needed the workout. I shoved my spare clothes and toiletries into my small duffle bag and zipped it up, lifting the strap over my shoulder. I left my apartment and began to walk down the street where the strip club was located.

My phone vibrated in my sweatpants pocket and I took it out, frowning at the caller I.D. It was an unknown number, and I absolutely do not answer any unknown numbers. My gut feeling told me to ignore the call and that I did. If it was that important, they'll call back on a regular line, not conceal their identity.

The streets were busy tonight, probably because it was a Sunday night. Sunday nights were considered as the half down nights because every price was cut in half, no matter what the nature of the business was. In this small little town called Arkham, anything was possible. So right now I'm positive that the strip club will be packed and booming.

When I eventually got there, I entered through the side door of the club, which was the employee's entrance. One of the bouncers hailed me and I nodded as he opened the door and allowed me in. Loud music bounced off the walls as soon as I stepped in, causing the walls to tremble and vibrate.

Now, this is what I'm used to.

Drakos

All eyes were on me. I felt the intensity of the stares on my body as I threaded through the crowd in search of my runaway twink. Or at least that's I learned about gay males who have smaller, smoother bodies.

As expected, it was not a hard task to track him down. He was too easy to pinpoint, making a smile tug on my lips at his failed attempt to stay incognito.

My heightened senses allowed me to dim out the music and focus solely on his heartbeat if I willed myself to do so. I can also track him from his body heat and scent, only from close range, an ability that only we dragon shifters possess. I felt his approach, heard the music stop, saw the male dancer vacate the stage and that's when my heartbeat accelerated and my cock came alive at the stunning beauty that slowly walked across the stage wearing nothing but high heels and a piece of leather thong that was deeply seated in his ass, along with two leather patches that covered his nipples, crisscrossing across his back and stomach, connecting to the thong.

Why is he dressed like that in front of so many people? Doesn't he know that he belongs to me, and what is mine shall not, will not, and cannot be seen by others? I clenched my hands into fists, drawing blood as I stared at his body moving sensually and provocatively across the floor. He made a movement that nearly had me soiling my trousers when he languidly climbed the pole, flipped around and held it from behind with both hands, spread his legs widely, showcasing that those legs weren't just made for walking and he slowly pumped himself down, using the strength of his muscles.

My eyes nearly popped out in jealous fury. All of the men and women showered him with large sums of money, whistling and cheering. One man in particular, who was standing beside me nudged his friend and told him, 'Trust me, I'd fuck the shit out of him if he gives me a chance.' After that, I lost it.

I generated heat in my palms and laid the most scalding spank to his ass causing him to yelp in pain. I quickly scooted away and averted my eyes back to my enchanting little human. He looked around disgruntingly, searching for the culprit, whilst rubbing his ass smartly, but he wouldn't be able to tell who did it because this is a crowded area.

I ignored him and redirected my eyes back onto the dancing man. He was now kneeling and shaking his nicely, well-rounded ass as a female placed a chunk of money in the strap of his thong. That teasing piece of fabric hardly covered his small little hole. I felt as if he was taunting me, showing me that he's not mine and my precious goods were in danger of being seen, touched, and violated.

A mirthful smile puffed his cheeks as he tossed his ass around and around. Each and every suggestive movement made me see red. My body heat increased and with burning jealousy, I took out a stack off a hundred dollar bills from my pocket and walked up closer to the stage, shoving people to the side nonchalantly. With uncharacteristic movements, I spanked his ass, causing him to screech, tossing the chunk of money in front of him with a heated whisper, "So we meet again."