Feral Gaze (R-18)
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His fingers looked delicate on her damp workout figure. His wrists, trapped in her grip, felt fragile.
"Pathetic," he thought, a surge of self-loathing mixing with the confusing heat pooling in his groin. 'I'm barely five-seven, and now my muscles are dissolving into... into this soft dough? I'm turning into a girl, and I can't even push my own cousin off me.'
Elena laughed, a low, husky sound that vibrated against his ear.
She didn't let go.
"Why are you so angry, my dear little cousin?" Elena teased, her eyes gleaming with a strange hunger.
She released one of his wrists to trail her hand down his side, squeezing his waist. "You're softer than I remember. Have you been skipping training to exfoliate? You feel like... very good."
As Elena ground her knee upward, she noticed the way Alex's eyes glazed over.
She decided to push him further. While her knee continued to rub against his sensitive head, she leaned in and bit his earlobe, hard.
"Nngh! Stop!" Alex gasped, but his body betrayed him, thrusting instinctively into her knee.
"Stop? Your cock is practically begging for it," Elena whispered, her breath hot against his skin. She shifted her focus, her hand diving into his waistband.
She didn't pull him out, but she pressed her palm flat against the wet fabric of his boxers, rubbing in fast, tight circles.
"I said back off, Elena!" Alex growled, trying to sound menacing. But the Empress's influence twisted his anger.
His glare lacked intimidation; instead, with his flushed cheeks, wet eyes, and panting breath, he just looked petulant.
And surprisingly arousal-inducing.
"Make me, he-hee…" she teased back again with a teasing smile, leaning down.
She was taller than him by a good three inches, and she used it to loom over him. "You act tough, but your body is shaking. And this..."
She ground her knee upward, deliberately rubbing against his sensitive cock.
"Ah—!" The moan slipped out before Alex could bite his tongue.
His knees buckled, and he had to grab her tank top to stay standing.
The friction was excruciatingly good.
"See?" Elena smirked, her face inches from his. "Your mouth says 'go away,' but your little dick here says 'please, Elena, touch me more.'"
"Fuck you," Alex hissed, his face burning with shame. "I'm not your toy! I'm a man!"
"Are you?" She whispered, her gaze dropping to his chest again.
Her hand moved up, and she brazenly pinched his left nipple through the thin grey t-shirt.
It wasn't a playful pinch. It was firm, possessive.
A bolt of white-hot pleasure shot through Alex's chest, making his back arch off the wall.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
It felt like his nipples were connected directly to his prostate.
"Stop it!" Alex yelled, panic finally overriding the pleasure.
He was losing control and he could feel his body was betraying him, reshaping itself into something designed to take cock, not be one.
He felt small. Vulnerable. Breedable.
The thought made him furious.
"I said..." Alex looked up, his black eyes flashing with genuine rage. He wanted to dominate her, to force her to submit, to stop looking at him like a piece of meat.
"Use it," the Empress whispered. Deep inside his pupils, a vertical slit formed for a split second. Golden light flooded his irises.
[Skill Activated: Feral Gaze]
"STOP!" Alex commanded, staring directly into Elena's eyes.
The effect was instant. Elena's smirk vanished.
Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black.
The sharp, predatory intelligence in her face dissolved, replaced by a blank, drooling devotion.
She didn't step back. She didn't apologize.
Instead, a heavy, guttural moan escaped her throat.
The pheromones Alex was releasing spiked, and combined with the stunning effect of the Gaze, it short-circuited her brain.
"Beautiful..." she breathed, her voice trembling.
She grabbed Alex's face with both hands, her grip desperate, almost bruising.
"What the fuck Elena?" Alex froze, the gold fading from his eyes as the skill deactivated on its own. "Hey, snap out of it!"
But she was too far gone.
The [Feral Gaze] seemed to have stunned her logic, leaving only the raw, biological drive that the Naagin bloodline amplified.
"Mine," she growled, and crashed her lips onto his.
It wasn't a kiss. It was an assault as her tongue invaded his mouth, hot and aggressive, tasting of mint and sweat.
She kissed him like she wanted to inhale him.
At the same time, her hand dove straight down the front of his pants, her slender fingers wrapping around his sensitive, rock-hard shaft.
"Mmph!" Alex's eyes went wide. The sensation of her rough hand on his mutating, ultra-sensitive skin over his dick was overwhelming.
His brain went white for a second.
It was too much. His body, currently rewriting itself to be the ultimate vessel for pleasure, wasn't built to handle this kind of direct stimulation anymore.
It was oversensitive. Raw.
He felt her thumb rub over the head of his cock through the gap in his boxers, and his hips bucked forward involuntarily, seeking more friction.
He hated it. He hated how small he felt in her arms. He hated the way a high-pitched whimper started to build in his throat, a sound no man should make.
Stop, he screamed internally, his face burning with humiliation. "I'm her cousin! I'm a guy! Why does this feel so good? Why am I getting wet?"
"So big..." Elena mumbled against his lips, her hand pumping him slowly, rhythmically. "But you're shaking on your own. Do you like this? Does it make you feel good?"
Alex's head thunked back against the wall, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp.
"You're leaking," Elena observed with dark fascination, her thumb circling the wet spot spreading through his boxers. "Already? I barely touched you."
"Don't..nngh… don't talk about it," Alex cried, his hips jerking forward involuntarily into her grip.
The Empress cackled in his mind, her presence slithering through his thoughts like smoke.
"Look at you, darling. Your cock is throbbing in her hand. You want to know a secret? She's not just smelling your scent... she's smelling your arousal. The Naagin pheromones work both ways. You're making her drunk on your submission."
"Shut up," Alex moaned aloud, not realizing he'd spoken until Elena laughed against his throat.
"Make me," she echoed, but her voice had dropped low, thick with lust.
She released his face only to grab his thin t-shirt with both hands and yank it upward.
Alex tried to resist, but his arms got tangled in the fabric, leaving him momentarily blinded and exposed.
Elena didn't waste the opportunity. She dragged her tongue from his collarbone down to his chest, leaving a wet trail.
"Your nipples," she breathed against his skin, her hot breath making the peaks tighten further. "They're like a girl's. Pink and puffy and begging."
Before Alex could protest, she closed her lips around his left nipple and sucked hard.
"Ahh! Fuck… Elena!" Alex's back arched violently, his trapped arms flailing.
The sensation was even more electric, shooting straight down to his groin where her hand still worked him through the damp fabric.
It was too much, too intense, too humiliating, too 'good'.
She switched to the other side, biting down gently before soothing the sting with her tongue.
Alex felt tears streaming down his face, his body caught between fighting and surrendering.
His nipples had never been this sensitive, this wired to his pleasure. Every pull of her mouth sent sparks through his changing body.
"Please," he choked out, not knowing if he was begging her to stop or continue.
"Please what?" Elena pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded.
She finally freed his arms from the shirt, but only so she could shove the fabric up to his neck, leaving his torso completely exposed.
"Please make you feel good? Please touch your pretty little nipples more?"
She pinched both simultaneously, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Alex's knees gave out completely.
He would have collapsed if Elena hadn't caught him, her arm wrapping around his waist and hauling him up.
She used her grip to turn him around, pressing his face against the wall while she ground her hips against his ass.
"Also, your skin is so soft," she marveled, her free hand roaming over his stomach, his sides, dropping lower to trace the waistband of his sweatpants. "Like silk..."
"Stop... I'm gonna..." Alex couldn't finish the sentence. He was panting, drooling slightly against the paint, his cheek pressed flat as she dominated him from behind.
"Gonna what?" Elena taunted, her hand finally slipping past the elastic of his boxers.
Her fingers found his bare cock, and Alex let out a high, broken keen. "Gonna cum? From your cousin touching your little dick? From me playing with your girly nipples?"
She stroked him properly then, her grip firm and knowing.
"You're so wet," Elena observed, her thumb spreading the pre-cum leaking from his tip down his shaft, using it as lubricant.
"You're making a mess of yourself. Is this what you do in the bathroom so long? Touch yourself until you're dripping?"
Alex tried to bite her lip to make her stop, but his jaw was slack with pleasure.
He was seconds away from humiliating himself completely, his knees trembling so hard they were knocking together.