Classes finally ended.
Drake leaned against the lockers, waiting for Maya so they could walk home together. The hallway buzzed with after-school chatter, footsteps, and the slam of lockers.
Elle was standing beside him.
She kept glancing at Drake… then panicking and looking away.
Then glancing.
Then panicking.
A flustered cycle of doom.
Drake ignored her completely.
Soon enough, Maya turned the corner with a bright smile.
"Drake, how was your day—"
She didn't get to finish.
A hand shot out, grabbed Drake by the wrist, and yanked him away like a criminal being detained.
"Ava—?!" Drake stumbled after her.
"What are you doing?"
Ava looked back with a cheerful smile that somehow felt like a threat disguised as sunshine.
"You're coming home with me," she said, practically singing it.
Drake blinked.
Then sighed in resignation.
He waved weakly toward Maya as he was dragged away.
"See you later at home, Maya…"
Maya froze, cheeks flushing pink.
"Y-Yeah…" she murmured, eyes widening.
Was something going on between Drake and Ava…?
...
Ava's house.
Ava unlocked the door, tugging Drake along as if he weighed nothing.
Drake lifted his hand to knock out of politeness.
"Mrs. Porter—?"
Ava pushed the door open herself.
"Mom isn't home," she said casually.
Drake froze.
"Ah—"
His brain started doing dangerous calculations.
'Does she want to— no, wait— that's impossible— Ava wouldn't just— would she—?'
Before his thoughts could stabilize, Ava dragged him inside. The door slammed shut behind them with a sharp kick.
Then—
Ava jumped.
"A—Ava!"
Drake caught her out of pure reflex as she wrapped her legs around his torso like a koala with emotional issues.
Her arms looped behind his neck.
And then—
She kissed him.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
Fiercely.
Hungrily.
Possessively.
Drake's eyes shot open. He pushed her back slightly, breath catching.
"W-What are you doing, Ava?!"
Ava's face turned scarlet… but she didn't loosen her grip.
Her voice came out soft, trembling, yet determined:
"I… want to… do it with you."
Her thoughts were far less innocent.
I'll be the one who takes your first time. Me. Only me. No other girl gets that.
Drake felt heat explode across his face.
This was beyond straightforward.
This was a headshot.
"A-Ava… you're serious?!"
Her expression told him everything.
Ava had always been direct. But this? This was a full-on nuclear confession.
He tried to protest.
He really did.
But his brain…
his body…
his hormones…
and his inner pervert?
They all teamed up against him.
He cupped her face.
And he kissed her back—just as fiercely, just as hungrily.
Their lips met again with raw desire.
And Ava melted against him like she had been waiting her whole life for this moment.
...
They stumbled through the house, lips locked, hands clawing at each other like starved beasts.
Ava's shirt was thrown off in the hallway.
Drake's followed immediately after.
When they reached her room, they practically tripped onto the bed—still kissing, still touching, still holding each other like they might die otherwise.
The last few inches of fabric fell away.
Drake swallowed.
Ava was more beautiful than he'd ever imagined. Her figure was flawless, her skin like art.
She blushed under his gaze… then pushed him onto his back.
"A-Ava!"
She climbed on top of him, her body glowing with desire.
Drake's body moved on autopilot.
His hands slipped up her thighs, up her waist, up the soft curves of her hips. Then higher… higher… until—
Ava gasped, back arching, eyes squeezing shut.
His palms cupped her breasts.
Her voice broke into a moan, raw and honest.
"Drake…" she whimpered.
Her body trembled under his touch, so responsive, so sensitive.
Drake was more than happy to take control. His thumbs circled her nipples, fingers kneading gently. She melted into his hands, her voice hitching with every touch.
And then—
His lips found hers again.
They kissed hungrily, desperately, tongues meeting with shared heat. Ava moaned against his mouth, hands tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to send sparks down his spine.
Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, nothing between them.
Drake's arousal pulsed against her inner thigh, hot and insistent.
Ava bit her lip, her eyes wild with need.
"Drake…"
She rolled her hips against him, slow, deliberate.
He groaned, hands sliding down her back, fingers digging into her flesh.
"A-Ava…" His voice was hoarse with desire. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, eyes never leaving his.
[Ding!]
[Host is about to lose his virginity…]
[ To commemorate, a trait will be given as a gift!]
[ You've gained the trait— Titanic Endowment (Epic) ]
'You're even giving me gifts now—'
Suddenly, his expression twisted.
Drake gasped, clutching his lower half. "Arghhh!"
"Drake? What's wrong?!" Ava scrambled up, her face flushed with worry.
He winced, teeth gritted. "I… I don't know!"
Ava panicked, eyes wide. "Should I call 911? Is it your heart? Your—"
But before she could finish, Drake fell onto his back, one hand over his crotch, the other gripping the sheets so tight they started to tear.
"Drake!"
"Ah—fuck…!" he hissed.
His face twisted in a mix of pain and confusion. His body convulsed, skin stretching, muscles shifting, a strange heat pulsing through his lower half.
"What's happening to me?!" he panted.
Ava was frozen, eyes wide as saucers as she watched something impossible happen right before her eyes.
Drake's… endowment… was growing.
And growing.
And growing some more.
"What the hell?!" he groaned, half in pain, half in disbelief.
Ava could only stare. Her eyes were practically bugging out of her head as she watched Drake's manhood swell to impossible proportions.
When it finally stopped, Drake lay there, chest heaving, face flushed from the ordeal. He lifted his head, peering down at his newfound "blessing," and his eyes widened.
"Holy… shit…" he whispered.
Ava just sat there, speechless.
[Titanic Endowment]
[Your manhood swells with the vigor of titans, granting immense sexual potency. Greatly increases libido, stamina, and physical endowment.]
Drake swallowed hard.
Then he looked at Ava, who was still staring in shock and awe.
"Ava…" he began, his voice suddenly calm. "Are you still okay with this?"
Ava didn't respond. She couldn't. Her brain had short-circuited.
Drake took that as a maybe.
He sat up slowly, his new appendage bobbing with the movement. Ava's eyes followed it like a hypnotized rabbit staring at a snake.
"Maybe we should take this slow," Drake suggested.
Ava nodded absently.
Drake raised his back up, his trait literally swinging between his legs.
"Um…" Ava finally managed to speak. "That's… really big…"
"I know," Drake said, a mix of embarrassment and pride in his voice. "I have no idea what just happened."
Ava slowly reached out, her fingers brushing against his… titanic endowment.
Drake sucked in a sharp breath.
"It's so warm," Ava murmured, her touch becoming a bit bolder. "And it's… it's throbbing…"
Drake's knees nearly buckled.
"A-Ava, I—" he started, but Ava had already wrapped her fingers around him, her grip tentative but curious.
"Ava!" Drake gasped. "You can't just—" but he couldn't finish his sentence.
Ava's touch sent electric pulses through his body, every nerve ending on fire.
"Ava, wait…" he panted. "I-I'm not sure…" he gestured vaguely at his new asset.
Ava looked up at him, her eyes wide and seemingly innocent. "But Drake, I want to make you feel good…" she said, her voice a husky whisper.
I'll make you want me and only me... I'll make you forget that stupid harem dream of yours!'
Drake groaned, his resolve crumbling.
"A-Ava…" he murmured, his hands tangling in her hair.
Ava leaned forward, her lips hovering dangerously close to his tip.
"Are you sure?" Drake managed to ask, his breath coming in short gasps.
Ava didn't answer.
Instead, she took him into her mouth.
Ava's mind went blank. Her world exploded with taste, texture, and sensation. Drake's moan echoed in her ears, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that fueled her own desire.
She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his length, her lips tightening around his girth. Drake's fingers dug into her shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"A-Ava…" he stuttered, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You don't… you don't have to…"
But Ava was beyond reason. She wanted all of him, needed to feel every inch of his manhood throbbing against her tongue.
She took him to the hilt, her nose pressing against his stomach, her throat constricting around his tip. Drake's entire body tensed, a primal growl ripping from his chest.
"A-Ava!" he cried out, his hands clutching her head. "I'm going to…!"
Ava didn't pull back. Instead, she sucked harder, her tongue pressing against his shaft, her throat relaxing to take him even deeper.
Drake's world went white.
He exploded with a roar, his release flooding Ava's mouth. She swallowed instinctively, her body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, Drake's eyes were wild, his chest heaving.
"Ava…" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That was… incredible…"
Ava smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. "I'm glad…" she murmured, leaning her head against his thigh.
Yes! Yes! Look only at me! Only at me! Me!
"Your turn."
He pushed her down onto the bed, his body covering hers. Ava's legs parted, inviting him in.
Drake positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her folds.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Ava nodded, her breath coming in short pants.
Let's become a single thing, Drake!
Drake pushed forward, slowly, carefully. Ava's breath caught in her throat as he filled her, inch by excruciating inch.
"Relax," he whispered, kissing her neck.
Ava tried, she really did, but Drake's size was overwhelming. He was stretching her to her limits, filling her completely. How did she even take him to the hilt with her mouth before?
"Almost there," he murmured against her skin.
Finally, with one last thrust, he was fully sheathed inside her. Ava gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
"Are you okay?" Drake asked, concern evident in his tone.
Ava nodded, unable to form words. She was too full, too stretched, too overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside her.
Oh fuck... I feel like coming already... no, I have to endure! I need to satisfy Drake all alone!
Drake started to move, slowly at first, pulling back just a little before pushing back in. Ava's breath hitched with each thrust, her body adjusting to his size, trying not to come immediately.
"You're so tight," Drake groaned, his forehead pressed against hers.
Ava's only response was a whimper, her body arching up to meet his thrusts.
Drake increased his pace, his hips snapping against hers. Ava's moans filled the air, each one more desperate than the last.
"Drake…" she gasped. "It's so… so good…"
Drake growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel amazing," he panted, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
Yes! Yes! Desire me!
Ava's nails raked down his back, leaving red lines on his skin. "More…" she begged. "Please, Drake, more!"
Drake obliged, slamming into her with abandon. Ava's cries turned to screams, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust.
"I'm… I'm close…" Drake grunted, his rhythm faltering.
Ava wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. She couldn't resist anymore. "Me too…" she managed to gasp.
"I'm coming…" Drake groaned.
Ava's world exploded.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and pulling her under. She screamed Drake's name, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
Drake followed right behind her, his release filling her as he roared her name.
...
An hour later.
"I think I've exaggerated a bit..." Drake muttered.
Ava lay there, breathless. She was about to black out.
Maybe... he does need other girls...
To be continued....
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