Plot: “Henry ends up fucking Kraven, a giant muscular white guy with chocolate eyes and brown hair. Kraven is an unserious business man. he only cares about animals and nature. he walks around barefeet and horn necklace around his neck. Henry fucks him since kraven needs information on his brothers whereabouts”
The jungle air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids as Henry stepped into the dimly lit bar, his polished shoes clicking against the wooden floor. The place was a strange mix of rugged wilderness and opulence—animal skins draped over plush velvet chairs, the clink of crystal glasses mingling with the distant hum of cicadas. He wasn’t here for the ambiance, though. He was here for him.
Kraven sat at the bar, his massive frame hunched over a glass of something amber and strong, his bare feet propped up on the stool beside him. The man was a walking contradiction—ripped jeans frayed at the knees, white buttoned-down shirt, a horned necklace resting against his sun-kissed chest, and a smirk that suggested he didn’t give a damn about anything except the next adventure. His brown hair was tousled, as if he’d just rolled out of bed, and his chocolate eyes flicked up as Henry approached, lazy but sharp.
“You’re late,” Kraven drawled, swirling his drink. “I don’t like waiting.”
Henry slid onto the stool beside him, his voice smooth. “I don’t like being summoned like a dog.”
Kraven chuckled, low and rough. “Yet here you are, panting at my feet.”
A beat of silence. Then Henry leaned in, close enough to catch the scent of sweat and pine on Kraven’s skin. “You want something. I want something. Let’s not waste time.”
Kraven’s grin turned predatory. “Straight to business, huh? Fine.” He turned slightly, his thigh pressing against Henry’s. “I need information. You got it. And you’re gonna give it to me.”
Henry arched a brow. “And why would I do that?”
“Because,” Kraven murmured, his breath hot against Henry’s ear, “I have something you want.”
Henry’s pulse jumped. He didn’t deny it. “What exactly do you have that I want?”
Kraven’s hand slid onto Henry’s knee, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles. “You’ve been watching me for weeks. The way your eyes linger when I waltz in shirtless. The way you bite your lip when I flex. It’s pathetic “
“That’s ridiculous!” – henry said
Yet you are blushing – kraven said. His thumb pressed harder, teasing. “You want to know what it’s like to be under me. To feel all this power moving inside you.”
Henry exhaled sharply, his cock already stirring. “You’re arrogant.”
“And you’re hard,” Kraven shot back, his palm gliding up Henry’s thigh, dangerously close to his groin. “Go on….Deny it.”
Kraven’s lips curled. “Good boy.” He stood abruptly, tossing a wad of cash onto the bar. “My room. Now.”
The room was all dark wood and open windows, the jungle sounds filtering in like a living soundtrack. Kraven didn’t bother with lights.
You must be. This is your lucky day!
Moonlight spilled over his chest as he unbuttoned his white shirt, unbuckled his belt and kicked off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of snug black briefs, the outline of his thick cock already straining against the fabric.
You want a drink? Whiskey?
Henry’s gaze dropped, his mouth going dry. Kraven was built—every muscle carved, his thighs like tree trunks, his abs ridged and taut. The horn necklace glinted as he stalked closer, his voice a growl.
He went a grabbed a drink for himself.
Henry hesitated for half a second before sinking down, the wooden floor cool beneath his palms. Kraven’s fingers tangled in his hair, yanking just enough to make Henry gasp.
Henry obeyed, lips parting as Kraven guided the head of his cock against his tongue. The first taste was salt and heat, the weight of him overwhelming. Kraven groaned, his hips rolling forward, forcing Henry to take more.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Kraven hissed, his grip tightening. “Take it like you’ve been dreaming about. Slurp on it.”
Henry hollowed his cheeks, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft as Kraven fed him inch after inch. The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, the occasional gag when Kraven hit the back of his throat.
“Yeah, just like that,” Kraven grunted, his free hand cupping Henry’s jaw. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Like you were made for it.”
Henry moaned around him, his own cock aching in his pants. Kraven pulled back suddenly, his cock glistening with saliva. “Stand up. Strip.”
Henry fumbled with his buttons, his movements frantic. Kraven watched, his dark eyes burning as Henry shed his clothes, revealing his body. The moment Henry was naked, Kraven pushed him onto the bed, following him down with a growl.
Henry did, his breath hitching as Kraven’s massive frame settled between his thighs. The first touch of Kraven’s calloused fingers against his hole made him jerk.
“Relax,” Kraven murmured, his breath hot against Henry’s inner thigh. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
Then his mouth was there, his tongue flat and wet, dragging over Henry’s entrance. Henry cried out, his fingers tangling in the sheets as Kraven lapped at him, his tongue pressing inside with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Oh—fuck—” Henry gasped, his hips bucking. Kraven’s hands pinned him down, his tongue fucking him deeper, his growls vibrating against Henry’s skin.
“You taste like heaven,” Kraven groaned, pulling back just long enough to spit onto his fingers. He circled Henry’s hole, teasing before pushing one thick digit inside. “Tight. Perfect.”
Henry whimpered, his cock leaking onto his stomach. Kraven added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching him with a rough precision that had Henry’s toes curling.
“Please—” Henry begged, his voice broken.
Kraven chuckled darkly. “Please what? Use your words, pretty boy.”
“Fuck me,” Henry snarled, his pride crumbling under the need. “I want your cock inside me. Now.”
Kraven didn’t make him wait. He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against Henry’s slicked hole. “You’re gonna take all of me,” he ordered, his voice a rough promise. “And you’re gonna love it.”
Henry’s back arched, a raw cry tearing from his throat as Kraven filled him, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was intense, the burn almost too much—but then Kraven bottomed out, his hips flush against Henry’s ass, and the pleasure exploded.
“Fuck—yes—” Henry gasped, his nails raking down Kraven’s back.
Kraven groaned, his cock throbbing inside him. “You feel amazing,” he growled, pulling back before slamming home again. “Like you were built for my cock.”
Henry could only moan, his body already trembling with the force of Kraven’s thrusts. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“Harder,” Henry demanded, his voice rough. “I can take it.”
Kraven snarled, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. “You greedy little slut,” he panted, his fingers digging into Henry’s hips. “You want it rough? You got it.”
Henry cried out as Kraven fucked him like an animal, each thrust driving the air from his lungs. His cock was trapped between their bodies, the friction sending sparks through his nerves.
“Touch yourself,” Kraven ordered, his voice a dark command. “I want to see you come while I’m inside you.”
Henry wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking in time with Kraven’s thrusts. The pleasure coiled tighter, his balls drawing up—
“That’s it,” Kraven grunted, his own release close. “Come for me. Now.”
Henry’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing as cum spilled over his fingers. His ass clenched around Kraven’s cock, and with a guttural groan, Kraven followed, his hot release flooding Henry’s depths.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slicked and breathing hard. Kraven rolled onto his side, pulling Henry against him, his cock still half-hard inside him.
“Still think you’re in charge?” Kraven murmured, his lips brushing Henry’s ear.
Henry smirked, despite the ache in his body. “I got what I wanted.”
Kraven’s chuckle was dark, promising. “Oh, pretty boy.” His hand slid down, his fingers finding Henry’s spent cock. “We’re just getting started.”
The next round was slower, dirtier. Kraven flipped Henry onto his stomach, pulling his hips up until he was on his knees, ass in the air. His fingers traced Henry’s crack, teasing his still-sensitive hole.
“Again?” Henry breathed, though his body was already responding, his cock twitching back to life.
“Again,” Kraven confirmed, his voice rough. He spat onto his palm, slicking himself before pressing inside once more.
Henry groaned, the stretch easier this time, the pleasure sharper. Kraven’s hands roamed his body, gripping his hips, his chest, his throat, marking him with every touch.
“You’re mine tonight,” Kraven growled, his thrusts deep and possessive. “Say it.”
Henry’s resistance crumbled. “I’m Yours.”
Kraven’s cock swelled inside him, his pace turning punishing. “Louder.”
“I’m Yours!” Henry cried, his voice breaking.
Kraven’s release hit him hard, his cock pulsing as he filled Henry again. Henry came a second later, his own orgasm wrung from him by the sheer force of Kraven’s dominance.
They stayed like that for a long time, Kraven’s weight pinning Henry to the bed, his breath hot against his neck.
“So,” Henry panted eventually, his mind slowly clearing. “About that information…”
Kraven’s laugh was a dark, satisfied sound. “Oh, pretty boy,” he murmured, his teeth grazing Henry’s shoulder. “You think this is over?”
Henry shivered as Kraven’s cock twitched inside him, already hardening again.
No. No, it wasn’t over at all.
The weight of Kraven’s body pressed Henry deeper into the mattress, his cock still half-hard inside him, twitching with the promise of another round. Henry’s muscles ached, his ass sore from the relentless pounding, but the moment Kraven’s breath ghosted over his ear—“You’re not going anywhere, pretty boy”—his own traitorous body responded, his cock stirring against the sheets.
“You can’t just—” Henry started, but the words died in his throat as Kraven’s fingers dug into his hips, pulling him back onto his thickening length. A low groan escaped Henry as the stretch burned, his body already conditioned to take it, to want it.
“Can’t just what?” Kraven’s voice was a rough purr, his lips brushing the shell of Henry’s ear. “Fuck you until you forget why you even came here?” His hips rolled, slow and deliberate, forcing another broken sound from Henry. “Or is it that you like being used too much to remember your own name?”
Henry’s fingers clawed at the sheets, his mind fogging. He had come here for answers—his brother’s disappearance, the whispers of a black-market deal gone wrong—but every time Kraven touched him, logic dissolved into need. “I—fuck—”
“That’s right,” Kraven growled, his pace picking up, his cock slamming home with a wet smack. “Just fuck. Just take it.”
The next morning, Henry woke to the sound of rain hammering against the hotel’s tin roof, his body a map of bruises and bite marks. Kraven was gone, but the scent of him—sweat, leather, and something wild—lingered. Henry’s clothes were strewn across the floor, his phone dead in the corner. He dragged himself to the shower, the hot water stinging his skin, and tried to piece together the night before.
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