Birthday Request Event v 2025
Reader Style: cisfem Character: X Drake Vibe: NSFW Dub-con Rating: Eviscerate Me ❤️ Ending Style: Good Prompt: Stalker Gift Giver: @anon-germany
Summary: When the little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, you ought heed them well.
Content Notes: Stalking, dub-con, coercion, oral sex, overstimulation, 18+ minors dni
You ran.
As quietly and quickly as you could, you ran. You didn’t even like running, but you needed to keep moving. The sun was already beginning to set, and in a few more moments you wouldn’t have much light to run by.
You couldn’t remember what phase the moon was, and if it was anything but full it would take it a moment to break the horizon once the sun set. Hours maybe, depending on the phase and the mountains. You only knew your east and west because the sun was setting behind you.
You needed the light, but you didn’t want to be blinded by an errant beam as it finished its descent.
No matter what happened, this was going to be the last time you ever went hiking.
You’d had an itch at the back of your neck all day. All week, if you were going to be honest. But you never saw anyone and never had anything else weird happen. No strange calls, no scratches at the door, no unexpected deliveries.
But you could feel eyes on you.
The decision to go hiking was meant to help shake off the feeling, and so you had called up some of your friends and headed out to the trail. You made it about halfway up when you decided to stop and chat for a few minutes, grabbing something to drink before continuing on.
The low growl that carried on the air put you all on edge. Worried about wildlife and not wanting to put your paltry numbers up against anything that had claws and teeth. Before you could even gather your things the beast broke into the clearing and you and your friends scattered.
Maybe there was something better to have done. Maybe there was a smarter move. But you didn’t get a chance to rationalize anything. The massive beast stomped into view and your brain only knew to run. To get away. As fast as your feet could carry you.
In the end, it chased you.
For the first few minutes you kept expecting to get snapped up by it’s massive jaws. After that you wondered if it was maybe just toying with you. Wanting to wear you out before it collected it’s prize.
Five minutes in and you realized you were being herded.
Your legs shudder and you stumble. Scrambling to your feet again you manage a few more feet, only to see the place you were being herded on the other side of some thick foliage.
The massive, sheer mountain wall might only be 20 feet or so, but it was smooth and tall enough to do what it needed to do. You had no where to run. Nothing was left to you but to wait for your inevitable end.
The beast stepped through the tree line easily, and your mind stutters as it changes before your eyes. Shifting from a massive, terrifying beast, to the tall dashing man who you had seen a few times over the last month. He was good looking, but something about him had caused you to keep your distance, and the more you saw him the more his looks had shifted away from alluring to concerning. You weren’t completely certain until right now, but you knew he had been stalking you.
“Wha-what?” The words fall from your lips as your brain tries to catch up with the fact that your stalker can turn into a terrifying beast.
“I tried,” he says the words with a twisted apologetic look on his face, or maybe it only looks twisted to you right now. “I tried to leave you be, since you didn’t come to me.” He says, his words rough and heavy enough that they’re making it through your fear and confusion.
His humanity shifts and he changes into something between the man he is and the beast he was, and the change is brief before he forces himself back into his fully human form.
“But every time I saw you, I wanted you.” He admits it with such frustration you wonder idly if he won’t just kill you to free himself from the torment you can feel rolling off him. “Every time I could smell you, and that intoxicating-,” he shifts, back into the hybrid mix of his beast and human forms, his voice growling the word as he practically roars the next word. “-SCENT.”
He looms over you, trapping you completely between his impassable body and the immovable rock wall behind you.
“You’re mine.” He states. “You’re mine, you’re perfect for me and I cannot let you go.
“I will not.” He asserts, leaning down as he transforms entirely into the beast from before, the massive snout drawing in deep huffs of your scent right against your neck.
You’re shivering, but you’re so terrified you can’t even sob or beg. You’re not even sure what you’d beg for, since it’s obvious he has no intention of letting you go free.
“Say it.” His voice is softer now, more controlled, hummed against your skin. “Say you’re mine.”
“I… I’m…” you feel your stomach knot, trying to talk is bringing the tears up into your eyes and it’s making it difficult to talk. As desperate and fierce as he was a moment ago, he’s patient enough now to give you time to speak. “Y-Yours,” you manage the word through shivering lips, tears flowing down your cheeks now. “I’m yours.”
The low growl rattles in his chest and you wonder if he’s just going to eat you right now or not.
“Mine,” he agrees, nuzzling into your neck and licking your neck with the barest tip of his tongue. “Strip.”
“Huh-what?” Your mind stutters.
“I’m either claiming what’s mine, or devouring my prey,” he clarifies, tone darkening as he shifts into the hybrid form, his body shrinks, but not as much as his human form allowed, and he frees his throbbing cock, fisting it lazily as the knotted member leaks precum from the tip.
Taking such a beast might be the end of you regardless, but being eaten alive is a certain end. It’s not much of a choice, but it’s still a choice. When you move to pull your pants down he pulls off his jacket, laying it out on the hard ground like a considerate lover.
Crawling onto the offered jacket without prompting, you pull your pants down with trembling fingers, only to have them tugged out of your grip, down and off your legs in one smooth and careful motion. He tosses them aside and lays you on your back with a firm hand.
“Next time,” he huffs, holding your legs as he dips his head low between your thighs. “When we’re home, I’ll do this properly, but for now this will have to do. If I delay much longer I won’t be able to hold back.”
A thick, wet tongue, pushes into you easily. You’re tense with fear, and wet from it too, and the combination makes you throb against his intrusion. The tense moan that escapes your lips is a mix of fear, disgust and pleasure. Despite it all, despite how he could just take you, he has skill enough to make it feel good.
“Relax,” he purrs the word in a tone meant to be soothing, his tongue pushing back in as a rough thumb teases your clit. The second push inside you goes a little deeper, filling you up in a way you’d never felt before.
Between his tongue and his thumb it doesn’t take long for you to feel the first impending orgasm. Your hands release their white-knuckle grip on his jacket and you grab his wrist. There’s no moving him with your strength, and you’re not really trying to, you don’t want to be eaten alive, but the pleasure is becoming too much.
Your legs twitch and tense as pleasure floods your body, leaving you gasping and whining into the air. You’re desperately trying not to say anything, you don’t want a random word to make him think you’d rather be his meal. You don’t want to have to say you want it again, if he asks for clarity.
Not that you could say much when he doesn’t let up. You can’t stifle the sobbed whine, smacking his hand and squirming beneath him. Nothing deters him, his breath rough and hot against your soaked skin. The second orgasm he rips from you is punctuated by his own grunt. There’s relief as he finally stops eating you out, only to cover you in cum.
By the time he wraps his coat around you and takes you off the mountain the sun is beginning to rise. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s cum in and on you, and how many times you’ve cum from his attentions. Sweat and exhaustion cling to your body, it’s all you can do to try and stay conscious, but sleep takes you before you even make it back to the main path.
