The Rat and the Dragon
Copyright© 2024 by Cly Anders
Chapter 23
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
Back in Roan’s room, Cylthan sat on the couch, hugging her knees to her chest. Her mind tumbled with all that had happened through the day and every word Alanis had said. It all felt so cryptic, yet sincere. Roan had told her that she could trust those with his mark. The ancient elf certainly seemed like the most trustworthy person she had ever met.
Tightening her grip a little more, she found herself wishing she could be his prisoner instead of Roan’s. At least then she could be with another elf, someone who was a lot less likely to hurt her or even touch her. After all, ancient elves no longer had the instinct to procreate. Then she caught herself, realizing she shouldn’t be thinking that way. She should be wishing she were free again, with Draen, and far away from this place.
Although, that did mean she would have to give up such wonderful food. If she hadn’t been brought here, she never would have tried those pastries, or the steak, or even just the butter rolls that were Chencer’s favorite. If she wasn’t here, she wouldn’t have met Alanis. Or Alistar. Or Zeffel.
The magical rat had returned a short time ago and grown to be the same size as her mate. As soon as Cylthan realized what they were about to do, she blushed and left the two to rebond and fall asleep curled up on the bed together. Listening to the rats, she could imagine now was one of those times Roan was feeling like the third wheel, and it made her smirk.
She had to admit, she really had thought Roan only used Silver Eye as a tool. After all, he had called her a toy. But, she realized now how much the two really meant to each other. Roan let Silver Eye have his own life—to eat, to sleep, and to even have a family and friends.
Something Draen didn’t let her have. Something Draen wouldn’t even let her think about...
With how sweet Silver Eye and Zeffel’s relationship was, it was difficult to understand how dysfunctional Roan acted. And the fact that he was in some awful relationship with that Draago woman. Why did he like it? Though, it now made sense when everyone said she was his type.
Normally while Draen slept, she would have to worry about what she would eat for the day, but there was still some food on the table, and she knew they would go eat at the cafeteria in the morning. She didn’t have to worry about whether it was safe to start a fire like the one in the hearth, or find shelter from predators, or the chill of the night. She had always envied people who lived in towns and villages—with friends, neighbors, and only petty enemies who might wish her to stub a toe instead of those who leveled entire villages to find her. Though, she always had to be careful how much she wished for it since Draen would twist her thoughts in other directions.
Looking down at her nails, she admired the smooth, rounded edges. Her clothes were clean and comfortable. She was clean and comfortable. In fact, she couldn’t recall ever having felt quite like this. No amount of cold river baths had ever made her feel like that warm bath she had shared with Roan.
She ran her fingertips over the soft material of the blouse as she stared idly into the fire, and her thoughts wandered to the time they had fought together. Everything had felt so natural; as though they had always been meant to stand back to back, protecting each other against all odds. He clearly felt it, too. He had said so in the bathhouse. She didn’t want to confirm it–not to him. Not out loud. Not after what he had done to her before.
Remembering his violent side made her shudder. She really wasn’t sure if breaking her fingers had been part of his plan, but when she had realized her voice was gone– sucked out of her body while she had lain half naked at his mercy– she’d wanted little more in all her life than to escape him, and she had only grown more afraid of him since.
Though, now that she had been with him for the day, her thoughts kept circling back to the fleeting moments she could almost forget he had that awful side to him. The way he had held her close in the bathhouse, his hands running along her back until she had nearly dozed off, made her long for that warmth and closeness again. She’d been loath to leave, though she hadn’t wanted to tell him that. Somehow, the thought of wanting to be snuggled in the arms of her captor felt like a betrayal, not just to herself but to Draen.
She just hoped Alanis kept his word. She’d be happy enough just to know how Draen was doing–to know that he was warm and comfortable and full, just like she was.
All thanks to Roan.
Her fingers slipped under the blouse to feel the place he had left his mark. Though she only felt her own smooth skin, she knew the mark was there. In that moment when he had drawn it on her, she had felt so strange, so ... connected with him, something more than just the touch of their flesh.
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