The Rat and the Dragon
Copyright© 2024 by Cly Anders
Chapter 26
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 26 - 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
They didn’t even sit down at the cafeteria. Grabbing a few pastries to calm the angry gnawing in their bellies, they continued on their way, but Cylthan hardly tasted the food.
Following Roan’s confident lead through the castle, she was deeply distracted with her internal conflict. Roan had made her feel so good while riding his cock on the couch. Moaning in his ear, she had gripped him tight with every part of her as he bounced her on his lap and sent her into orbit. She’d even been eager for it. Then, after he had pressed her down his shaft and filled her with his warmth, he’d held her close and kissed her until she was dizzy and gasping.
Now the guilt for enjoying what he did to her felt overwhelming. She even liked the vulgar way he talked to her. It was so rude ... and erotic. The gravel of his voice was irresistible to her. She couldn’t help but obey him every time he told her to cum for him– like a well-trained pet.
Draen was going to be so upset with her.
A sparkle caught her attention. Perking up, she realized they’d made it to the courtyard surrounding the fantastic greenhouse. With just enough sun left, the many shimmering hues and rainbows danced on every surface.
Roan also paused to take it in before peering at her. Her awe amused him, causing the side of his lips to curl up.
“Alanis has spent centuries perfecting his tree,” he explained as he turned to continue. “It protects everything under its branches. Not even the most intense wind storm would rustle its vines.”
This time, the greenhouse was not empty. Cylthan’s step hesitated when she noticed two other elves and a young satyr woman caring for the plants.
“Good evening, Roan,” one of the elves said, nodding to him. “Alanis expects you.”
“Thanks, Vallan,” Roan replied as he strode past and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, “but he’s really expecting her.”
Cylthan was especially aware of their curious gazes, but they said nothing, simply nodding politely as she passed.
Alanis was standing at his back desk, carefully documenting a number of seeds that lay in small piles before him. Hearing the scuffle of Roan’s boots, the elf lifted his head and turned, a smile warming his face.
“Ah, val’ha, ” he greeted Roan in his measured manner, though Cylthan noticed his tempo was faster than when he had spoken with her. “Your haste surprises me. The day is still young.”
Roan smiled, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he peered around. “Well, I heard from someone you had some pie so I thought I’d come check for myself.”
He then jabbed his thumb over his shoulder again at Cylthan eagerly behind him. “Besides, I didn’t have much choice.”
Cylthan’s grin stretched ear to ear. Her excitement was palpable. She even stumbled over the traditional elven greeting, much to the old elf’s amusement. Simply being remembered from one encounter to another was a foreign and delightful experience to her.
Smiling just enough to make his face warm, Alanis bowed his head in return. “I trust Galliant was diligent in his duty.”
Cylthan’s vision grew a bit blurry as an overwhelming jumble of emotions hit her at once. She nodded, fighting the tears that felt heavy along the edges of her eyes. “W-Well, I thought it was for Roan. I, uh, I’ve never gotten a letter before. It ... felt really nice.”
Alanis nodded like he already knew that. “And I trust Roan read it out loud?”
“Of course!” Roan shot back. “Don’t insult me like that. I was teaching her about letters when Galliant showed up. She even read her own name.”
He said that with such casual pride. Cylthan looked over at him in surprise. Was he proud ... of her? No, he just had to be pleased with himself. So then why was that curve of his lips making her heart flutter?
As if he knew, he looked at her from the corner of his eye with the barest waggle of his brow. She felt her cheeks grow warm and quickly turned away.
Alanis noticed their exchange, flashing an icy glare at Roan. His voice was steady and cool and sharp. “I’m pleased to hear he’s taking his duties as a warden with such gravity.”
Roan clicked his tongue with a roll of his eyes. “I think now you’re insulting Jorsam, and you might make him cry to hear it.”
The elf’s face relaxed, not so much with a smile but a certain fondness at the name. “I would never speak so ill of the man, but his protege keeps me guessing.” He sighed in a most dramatic manner. “I suppose we can never be sure of how our children will grow up.”
His attention returned to Cylthan, changing to elven. “However, the descendant of Sau’Rah has done quite well with you considering the circumstances, and remains ever loyal to his charge.”
Roan didn’t know a lot of elven, but he knew proper nouns and could draw enough from context.
“Sau’Rah?” he repeated slowly, as though testing the word. “What’s Sau’Rah?”
“He was the first panther!” Cylthan blurted out without thought.
“Cylthan.”
The sternness in the way Alanis said her name made her mouth snap shut.
“It is best if the humans know as little as possible.”
Roan understood enough to know he was being spoken of. “Hey! I’m not just any human! Besides, she’s my prisoner.”
Alanis shot him a look so cold that it might as well have been a physical stab. Cylthan wouldn’t say that Roan shrank back, but there was some clear discomfort in the way he shifted.
Fidgeting nervously, Cylthan looked up at Alanis like a child seeking his permission. His stern mask lasted only a few seconds before he sighed with the hint of a nod.
Roan caught the motion and turned to Cylthan. “So the cats are named after some long dead experiment?” He smirked with a fondness in his voice. “Like the rats of Zeffel?”