The Rat and the Dragon
Copyright© 2024 by Cly Anders
Chapter 25
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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
“Well, kitten?” Roan’s soft, dark voice caused his chest to vibrate under Cylthan’s hands and tickle her neck where his lips teased. “Or maybe ... you were thinking of someone else?”
She was gasping for air while grasping for any string of sanity. She had never held a cock before. It had been inside her, sure, but not in her hand like this. It was hard and smooth and warm. Her face felt so hot as she looked down to where her hand vanished into the darkness of his pants.
She attempted to stammer something but nothing coherent came out, and it only served to amuse him further. He feathered kisses along her collar bone that fogged up her mind before biting the curve of her neck. The moan came right out of her, unbidden and primal, and she felt his cock practically leap with excitement in her hand.
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he groaned, nuzzling her ear. “Do it again, love.”
She tried to say anything at all, but his teeth stung her neck and his hand groped her breast–just as she had wanted. Her body reacted to him instinctively, her eyes fluttering and her back arching into his touch. She moaned into his ear again, and his cock might have hopped out of his pants if she wasn’t holding it.
“You’re oh so much fun to play with, kitten,” he teased with a chuckle, puffs of his hot breath dancing on her skin. He nuzzled down her neck and feathered kisses down her chest as he opened her blouse button by button. “You’re just my favorite ... little... toy.”
Why that caused Cylthan to see red, she really didn’t know. Maybe she was just so sick of being seen as an object for gain. Maybe it reminded her of how she had been chased all her life in a lethal game of cat and mouse. Maybe ... she just hated how easily she was giving in to this role for him. Whatever thought did it, a rage boiled up in her veins so she barely heard the crack of her own hand across his face over the rush of blood in her ears.
“I’m not a toy! I’m not just a thing for people to play with! I never asked for this! I just ... I...”
The fire turned to ice in her veins, stabbing her right in the chest, causing her breath to quicken harshly. Realization overcame her as she looked up at Roan’s reddening cheek. She’d slapped him hard enough to make him look over his shoulder, and his jaw muscles bunched taut with the clenching of his teeth. Those deep lines that appeared across his face turned her trembles of rage into quivers of fear. Her breath hitched when he glared at her from the corner of his eye. Suddenly aware of just how trapped she was, she shrank down deeper into the cushions.
“I ... I-I’m sorry, Roan. I...” Her voice was little more than a trembling breath that hitched again when he turned his scowl to face her. The panic tightened in her chest, and she turned her head, pleading in a choked whisper, “please don’t hurt me.”
Since she wasn’t exactly paying attention, she didn’t see his brow flinch. The anger grew thoughtful before his face relaxed and his mouth twirled in a wicked smirk. Taking her wrists, he drew them over her head and against the arm of the couch in an iron grip she couldn’t have twisted out of if she tried. Using his other hand, he caressed down her body and hooked his thumb under her pant hem, pulling them down to her knee. He continued the motion to bend her leg up against his hip as he nuzzled her exposed cleavage.
“Remember, kitten, you can hiss at me all you like, –” her breath caught each time his palm slapped her ass cheek with the emphasis of his words– “but I will only tolerate–so–many–swipes.”
She hated just how much she enjoyed it. All of this was supposed to be wrong, and she shouldn’t be liking it. Especially not from this man who had hurt her before like it was no big deal, and who now treated her more like a pampered pet to be rewarded and punished. But, she had just been thinking about it, even touching herself to it, and now he was doing those things to her. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure, and she simply couldn’t hide it from him.
Gripping her ass cheek, he pulled her hip up to press his bare cock tight against her damp panties. Before she could stammer anything, his teeth stung on the side of her neck, and she moaned for him again. Her hips betrayed her, grinding against his aching shaft, and it made him groan.
“Mmm, fuck, but you’re just so much fun to play with, kitten. But, I guess if you don’t want to be my plaything–” sitting up, he took her hand and pressed it to his shaft– “then I’ll gladly be all yours.”
Her panic amused him. He grinned at her wide eyes staring down at the cock she held, the tip peeking out at her right there between her legs.
“You want to play with it, don’t you?” With his hand over hers, he began to guide her, teaching her the stroking motion. “Just like that, kitten. That’s a good girl. You keep doing it just like that.”
A loud, lyrical knock startled them both. While Cylthan tensed up with a gasp, Roan slumped on her with an aggravated groan.
“Fucking Jorsam,” he muttered. “He’s always been such a cock block.”
His weight on top of her felt so comfortable. His skin was so warm. She wished he could stay just like this. Was she actually ... disappointed that they had been interrupted? She certainly didn’t want to admit it. Relieved should be more like it.
Roan froze for a second. He felt her hold him like she wanted him to stay right there. Lifting his head just enough to look at her, he saw the same conflict on her face that caused his muscles to grow so tense. Practically holding his breath, he let it out in a low growl of resignation with a glare at the door. “If it were anyone else...”
Sitting up, he clapped her ass cheek with a smirk, making her squeak. “We’ll finish this later, kitten, but you should get changed. You’ve made a mess right through your brand new clothes.”
His eyes focused on the wet spot between her legs, and her face became a furnace. He chuckled with wicked delight as she dashed to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Pressing her back against the door, only now did she realize she was trembling. So much conflict tightened in her chest that she found it hard to breathe.
Zeffel’s head came up to peer at her from the bed. Blinking with sleepy concern, she yawned and stretched and crawled to the edge of the bed before flipping onto her back. With a cute chirp, she waved her paw as though beckoning Cylthan to her. When Cylthan didn’t move, her eyes glowed and her body grew unnaturally long until she had snaked her upper body around Cylthan’s legs while her back end stayed on the bed.
Despite everything, Cylthan could not hold it together while looking down at the fuzzy noodle. Once she reached down to stroke Zeffel’s fur, the rat’s back end oozed to her front end so that all of her was now at Cylthan’s feet.
As she pet the wriggling rat– which helped her get her nerves back under control– she could hear the two men conversing in the main room.
Roan had snickered as he watched her flee to the room before composing himself enough to open the door. Jorsam’s smile greeted him on the other side.
“Roan, my boy! Ah, did I wake you?”
Giving him a mock glare, Roan glanced pointedly at the bedroom door. “No, but you did interrupt.”
Jorsam’s brows popped up and he chuckled dryly. “Oh, well, suppose I, uh, won’t stick around too long, then. Normally, I would have read your report by now...”
Roan put his hand to his face with a groan. “Ah, fuck. I forgot about that. I’ve been ... distracted.”
Jorsam’s brow nearly touched his hairline and he made a point to sniff the air. “Ha! Yeah, I’d say you’ve been quite distracted. The smell is enough to distract me, and I’m an old man.”