The Rat and the Dragon
Copyright© 2024 by Cly Anders
Chapter 11
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
His low, smokey voice caused a warm shudder through her body. Staring into his captivating gaze, Cylthan would have sworn she was hypnotized, but not because of his artifact. Her mouth hung open with a soft “Uh.”
He leaned just that much closer and pressed his lips to hers.
Completely shocked, she was frozen. His mouth was so hot and wet against hers. Every bit of him that touched her felt like a sparkle of pleasure through her whole body. She was so stunned by the sensation that she didn’t have a defense. Her eyes fluttered and she surrendered before she even knew it.
When she didn’t resist, Roan used his thumb resting on her chin to pull her mouth further open to his invasion. The foreign feeling of his tongue against her own caused her to recoil.
As soon as she tried to pull away, his grip became an iron trap and pulled her forward until she was suddenly straddling his lap. His fingers buried ruthlessly into her hair, cupping the back of her head to hold her to his lips. His other arm wrapped tight around her waist, preventing her escape.
Surprised and stiff, Cylthan squirmed and pressed against his shoulders, but his embrace held her in place. Simply unable to fight him, she felt like she was being drawn into him instead. Her grip on reality felt as feeble as her struggles. The longer he held her, stealing her air, the deeper she sank into sensation, to the burning need inside her that knew only he could relieve it.
When he felt her hands change from pushing against him to gripping his shirt, he slowly let her come up for air. Her cheeks glowed almost as brightly as her eyes, flushed and breathless and unfocused. It made him smirk.
“First time?”
His tease snapped her back to the moment. Brows slamming together, her hand left a bright red mark across his cheek in a resounding slap.
“Grusik! Let me go!” She growled, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
Instead, she was rewarded with his arms tightening, squeezing her against his body so she had no choice but to feel every bit of him, including the hard bulge pressing between her legs. When he turned to look at her with cold, narrowed eyes, she felt a shudder roll through her. “Uhh, R-Roan, I-I’m sorry! Uh, may-maybe we can, uh, make some kind of deal?”
His brow arched up before she found both her slender wrists locked tight in his bruising grip. She gasped as she was pushed back until she was laying on the ground, trapped under his immoveable body. Her legs were stuck open around him, a position he took advantage of to press his bulge against her again as if to remind her of the inevitability of the encounter.
Pinning her wrists to the ground above her head, his free hand caressed down her body as he shook his head. “Deals are for between equals, kitten.”
His hand suddenly returned the slap but against the soft flesh of her ass. Her resulting squeak brought a wicked little smirk back to his face. “The word you’re looking for is terms.” He spanked her again with a similar result, causing her to squirm uncomfortably as her face flushed even brighter than before. Delighted, Roan continued the spanking with each emphasis of his words. “And my terms, are I command and you o-bey. And I’ve already said I will only tolerate so–many–swipes.”
Each swat stung and tingled, but she really couldn’t say that she hated it. If this was punishment, it certainly didn’t hurt the way the back of his hand had across her face.
Feeling his hand slipping into her pants made her gasp sharply. She really had no hope of squirming out of his grip, but she tried, anyway. Her mind racing, she blurted out the first thing she could think.
“Roan, please! Draen’ll kill you when he gets back!”
That got his attention. Pausing, he pressed his lips thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose you’re right. I really shouldn’t underestimate him. Though, I suspect he might be a bit busy at the moment.”
Removing his hand from her pants was only a temporary relief. He pressed that hand flat to the ground beside her head. Smirking, he leaned closer so he could utter the spell against her ear. The seductive rumble of his voice made her breath harsh as she nearly melted right there under him. So close to his body, she could feel the energy surge through him into the earth around them.
It was the sensation of roots slithering over her wrists that kept her from totally losing her grip on reality. All at the same time, the sparse moss around them thickened into a soft bedding under them while the ground roiled and gave way to a thick tangle of roots that quickly closed over them in a protective dome.
“See, even though I didn’t request any backup,” Roan explained as he now got to use both hands to touch her as he pleased, “my teacher wouldn’t let me continue on my own if I was willing to contact him through spell. He would, of course, send my partner. A stone giant, straight from the mountain ranges of Dreglegar, so your kitty cat’s claws won’t be much good, and neither will his magic.”
Hovering by her ear while he fondled her breasts through her tunic, he finished in a low, hot promise. “So, while your pussy gets fucked, I’m about to fuck your pussy.”
His vulgar words made her shudder, her head reeling. Why did that cause such a warmth in all the places of her body that shouldn’t be excited by this? Her nipples puckered up between his fingers, and it made him chuckle under his breath, squeezing them just enough to stop her attempted protest and pull a low moan from her.
The sound made his heart race. The excitement was killing him, and their time was limited.
She didn’t have the time to think. His hands caressed down her body until he pulled her leggings right off. Her whole body clenched up with embarrassment, feeling the cool night air on skin that had just been covered. She tried to press her legs together, but his hands rested on her knees and kept her spread to his hungry gaze.
In the dancing beams of firelight that filtered through the roots, he had a full view of her sweet, ready peach, soft and pink and pure– and shining with desire.
“My, my, kitten, you are drenched, ” he teased. “Why do you play so coy when you’ve been eager for this from the very start?”
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