The Rat and the Dragon
Copyright© 2024 by Cly Anders
Chapter 10
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 10 - In a magical land set upon by monsters of nightmares, Roan was found as an orphan with a powerful artifact that he doesn't know how he came upon already fused to his body. Raised as a Seeker, his mission- and his life- take a wild turn when a strange elf and her magical panther hiding secrets of their own cross his path. Unable to forget her and intent on possessing her, it sets the two on a quest to discover the truth of their shared origins and to save their world from a terrible threat.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual High Fantasy Magic Vampires Demons BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking First Masturbation Violence
“It would seem your panther and I are at a stalemate,” Roan continued casually, slinging his arms over his knees, the rope neatly looped in his hand. “We keep underestimating each other. He’s certainly powerful, I’ll give him that. This really is the most intense barrier I’ve ever seen. But, you see, love, this eye isn’t just for personal magicks. It nullifies all forms of magic that harm or hinder me.”
His dark amusement deepened, his silver eye swirling brightly on the side of his face hidden in shadow. “So, while it’s powerful, it will only take me a moment to break it ... like you.”
Swallowing hard, she felt frozen, watching in fear and wonder as the magic all around him shimmered and bent towards him. More specifically, towards his eye.
What was up with that thing? It really didn’t seem that powerful to her. But, like a black hole, it visibly drew the magic from the flickering inscriptions, its hunger consuming everything around it.
The glow of the inscriptions sputtered and faded. His eye returned to its lazy, random movements. Still, he sat there ... waiting. Expecting.
“Aren’t you going to run, kitten?”
Snapped back to the moment, she leapt to her feet, grabbed her bow and drew back the arrow, aiming at him. “I’m not running from you!”
Well, at least that smile was gone, but she didn’t like this new expression any more than the last. Really, she didn’t even know why she cared that he frowned with disappointment, slowly shaking his head. “It just doesn’t suit you. You’re not a killer.”
Steeling herself, she drew the bow string a little further. “Try me.”
Not that damned grin again. His brows even waggled suggestively. “Oh, I intend to, kitten.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Why? Isn’t it appropriate? A dragon raised by cats. As pure as a puffed up kitty that I could shoo away with my boot. Go ahead and hiss at me, kitten. I think it’s adorable.”
“I’m not a dragon!” she growled through her teeth.
Shit. Her arm was trembling. After a week of starving, she simply did not have the strength to hold the position. If she didn’t release it, she would have to surrender to the burning in her muscles.
Clenching her jaw so tight her teeth ached, she allowed the arrow to slip. With a whistle, it flew true, but she hadn’t looked. The heavy thwack was a solid hit.
Checking, she shivered under that narrow glare. The arrow stuck into the back of the wagon behind him, a line of blood across his cheek from where it had grazed him on its way. He was pissed. It simmered in his gaze, just under the mask. It made her remember all the things he had done in his temper and her chest tightened.
“Hiss at me all you like, kitten, but I will only tolerate so many swipes.”
“Maybe next time I won’t miss,” she threatened.
He shook his head slowly. “You aren’t a killer.”
She scowled at him, her hands clenched as tight as the rest of her body to hide her trembles. “I’m not like you.”
The angry line melted away as he nodded slowly, that sly expression back and his voice that dark velvet from earlier. “That’s right. You’re a good girl.”
No one had ever spoken to her like he did. A whole flood of emotions hit her in places she had never felt so ... lustful before. She couldn’t even explain it to herself. Left fumbling for some logical answer to the sensation, she was blushing too brightly to hide it.
Her visible inner conflict told him more than she could have with words, and she didn’t even know it.
Barely gathering her wits, she sneered back at him. “B-Better than you.”
Roan smirked. “Prove it. Now there’s no excuse for you to not feed me, so be my good girl and bring me some dinner.”
Eyes darting between the small cauldron of rice and him, she glared with a wary frown and swiped her head side to side. “I’m not getting that close to you.”
His uncharacteristic pout threw her off. “But, you want to take me to meet this friend of yours, and I haven’t eaten in days. Would be rude to show up as a hungry guest.”
Unbalanced, her head was reeling. He had just spent all that time making her feel like he was going to attack her as soon as he got the chance, and now he was just ... cooperating? There wasn’t even a lock on the cage door. Any lock would have been useless as Draen could simply break the wood and bend the bars. The only thing that had held the Seeker in was the spell.
What was his game this time? He still held that rope like he intended to use it. Her arms were aching from the memory. Almost as much as other places ached for something she’d never been able to satisfy.
“You can come get it yourself,” she growled.
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