Long-forgotten cybernetic dragon found in a dark cave
Post apocalypse world, the past civilization had incredible tech fused with magic, using it to create huge protectors robots. Dragon is a magic power robot dragon protector and is laying dormant underground. They’re fully sentient due to the magic, but know nothing of the apocalypse. Something goes wrong and wipes out past civilization and almost all of their tech.
Human is from future civilization and happens upon dragon in a cave, waking dragon from its centuries long hibernation. Human teaches dragon about what happened while they were asleep, dragon teaches human about the past civilization and together they work together to make the modern world something better than it is now and fall in love 💖
I’m going to be trying something new here, and I’m not sure how it’ll work out but I thought I’d see how people like it... I’m going to be writing some monster romances because 1) I was inspired by reading @monster-bait ‘s writing and 2) I’m a sucker for this kind of thing in general. Hopefully you all enjoy, so lets get started with a fave of mine, Demon x Human romance!
Edit: This ended up being part one after I realized it was already 5k and we weren’t even close to the end. Next part might end up being a little shorter because of this but I thought I should publish what I had and take a little break instead of burn myself out.
Dremäk has always been ruled by Demons. They rule competently and firmly, protecting their citizens both demonic and otherwise. Contrary to the popular belief of outsiders, humans are not second class citizens, nor are they doomed simply by keeping the company of Demons, at least not automatically. Thus, despite being one of the few humans living here I’d never really thought to fear them.
Now, however, I can’t keep my hands from shaking as I light the candles lining around the summoning circle chalked into the floorboards. Blinking back tears, I carefully prick my thumb on the small knife I’d snuck out of the kitchen and let a few drops of blood fall inside the circle.
The reaction is immediate, dark smoke and sparks spilling past the lines of the circle, carrying the sharp smell of sulfur and forcing me to stumble back on all fours. A figure rises slowly from inside the smoke, toweringly tall with a broad chest and long horns that curl back over his skull before flicking upwards at the ends. As he steps out I notice cloven hooves and a winding, agile tail that sweeps the floor as he walks.
“Well, this is a surprise...”
The warm, rumbling voice causes my gaze to snap up to his face as he smirks down at me, showing off a row of wickedly pointed teeth. His features are sharp, with a strong jaw and piercingly pale irises that contrast his candy red skin.
“I was expecting a lower Demon or an old Wizard to be my summoner, not a cowering human girl.” He says in amusement, crouching down and reaching out a clawed hand to wipe a tear I hadn’t even noticed was running down my cheek. “First time seeing a Demon, sweetheart?”
Swallowing thickly, it takes me a few tries before I can manage to get any words out. “Nuh, no, I... I was raised by them...”
He blinks in surprise, then laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And still you look at me like I’m going to eat you! Contradictory much?”
“That’s because you came out of a bunch of sinister, billowing smoke that smelled all weird! I thought you were just going to pop in out of the air, but it was really intimidating!” I shout, pouting defensively as he pokes fun at me. “It’s hard not to be scared at least a little bit.”
“Fair enough. If you’re that shocked by it though, this must be your first time summoning.” He says, standing back up and stretching. Looking around at the rest of the room, he raises an eyebrow at the ancient texts and various spell components scattered around my bedroom. “You pretty much dove right into it, huh? Usually, people try a bunch of smaller low-risk summonings first before they even think about trying it with anything like me. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t burn yourself from the inside out or something else stupid.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered if I did,” I tell him, tucking my legs under me as I sit up and rub away the rest of my tears. “I’m already doomed anyway.”
“Ohhhhh, you’re one of those summonings.” He says, looking back down at me with a sympathetic grimace. “Is it an illness? Some sort of cancer or something? Listen, I can give you a few more years maybe, but I can’t actually cure you. None of us can. You honestly should have summoned a Possessor Demon so it could help you pilot your body as it starts dying. That way you can bind your soul to your corpse and-”
"That’s not it!” I tell him, half shouting the words. I swallow once more, taking a moment to calm myself before trying again, though I’m still shaking. “That’s not it. Please, I... I want you to corrupt me.”
“I... what?” He asks, staring at me with his mouth hanging slightly open.
“I know who you are Rynar,” I say, looking up at him with my soft green eyes. Reaching out, I grab the bottom of his long silken loincloth and cling to it as I silently plead with him. “I did my research. You stay down in the Underworld away from most other demons because you don’t care for the Hierarchy, and you come up only when summoned to give people things they can’t and shouldn’t have. You’re a Corruption Demon, and I need you to do it to me.”
“Okay, look, I... clearly you’ve put thought into this, but usually people ask for actual things.” He says, running a hand through the jet black hair he wears slicked back against his skull. “Luxury sports cars, riches, beautiful women who’ll do anything they ask. I don’t just show up and snap my fingers and boom! Corrupted. They ask for nice shit despite the consequence, not the consequence itself.”
“I know, but, but I need this... My caretakers... all the Demons who raised me, they.....” I wrap my arms around myself for comfort as I shudder, choking back the feelings of dread and terror that rises from my stomach. “I found out last week, they plan on sacrificing me tomorrow... An Innocent offered up to the glory of Imollän.....”
“Fuck... Imollän the Lust Demon?” He asks, a look of horror plastered across his face. “Ravager of Maidens? Scourge of Purity? Popper of Cherries?”
I nod, biting my lip as more tears start gathering at the corners of my eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart. Of course, I’ll corrupt you.” He says, taking my hands and gently helping me up as he smiles down at me. His thumb sweeps the delicate skin beneath the corners of my eyes, ridding me of my tears. “I’ll give you all sorts of lavish, wonderful things you could never afford, I’ll give you a night beyond your wildest dreams and spoil you to death.”
“Now, get dressed and put on a bit of makeup while I go do a little setup.” He says, turning me around and pushing me over to my closet. “And make sure you choose a nice dress, mkay?”
I stumble over to the large oak doors, turning back just in time to see him slip out of the room. I have absolutely no idea where he thinks he’s going, or how he thinks he’s going to get there unseen by one of my many caretakers, but I figure he must be able to take care of himself if he’s survived as long as the books say.
Slipping off my nightgown, I open up the closet and search through it for my best dress, stepping into it and zipping up the back as far as I can. I pull out a pair of heels as well, making sure to pick something low and sturdy since I have no idea what Rynar plans on doing with me. Now fully dressed, I head over to the dresser and sit down fidgeting nervously as I stare at my reflection.
I’ve never been much good at makeup since most of the time I have no occasion to wear it. I’ve been told I have a great foundation to work with though, and I at least know how to do lipstick, blush, and mascara, so I do that instead of a full face. I even take a little time to do my hair as well, putting the long strands of strawberry blond up in two loose buns atop my head, leaving a few locks free to frame my face.
It’s right as I’m spritzing on my favorite perfume that I hear the knock on my door, making me nearly jump right out of my skin as I whirl around to see Rynar poking his head into the room.
“Oh good, you’re decent.” He says, ducking to squeeze in through the doorway as he grins at me. I notice he’s changed as well, having somehow found a perfectly tailored black suit dark as ink that fit his muscular body so closely I can’t help following the lines of the jacket and pants as they hugged his figure. “C’mon, stand up and give me a twirl.”
I do as he says, blushing awkwardly and hoping he didn’t notice my staring. He studies me closely with a critical eye, going from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and back up again.
“Hmmm...” He taps his chin, frowning as he does one last sweep of my outfit before shaking his head. “No, nope, this isn’t going to work.”
“What?” I squeak, not understanding. Is there something wrong with the way I look?
“That dress isn’t nearly sexy enough. I’m trying to corrupt you, not take you to Sunday Mass!” He says, letting out a half-chuckle and crossing his arms over his chest.
My flush worsens as I look down at my dress, noting that it literally is my Sunday best. As modest as all my caretaker approved clothes, it’s well-made and stylish in a way that’s more prim and proper than it is fun or cute. “I, I don’t really have anything better to change into. Everything I own comes down past my knees, and none of it has a low neckline either.”
He scratches his head, sighing as he comes over to take my hand and lead me out of the room. “Well, at least that gives me another chance to corrupt you a bit. C’mon, we’ll find you something obscenely expensive to show you off in.”
We somehow make it downstairs without running into anyone, though I can’t help jumping at every creak of the floorboards and holding my breath at every half-open doorway way we pass in the hall. Before I even know it we’re out in the front garden with the front door swinging silently shut behind us, my first time sneaking out of the house in over a decade of living there a total success.
“Huh, didn’t think we were in Dremäk. No wonder you weren’t as scared of me as most humans.” Rynar says as he looks around, still holding my hand in his. He’s able to envelop my whole hand without effort, hammering home how absolutely huge he is in comparison to a tiny girl like me. I sneak a glance up at him as he gets his bearings, finding I have to crane my neck back to see his full height, which I’m guessing is somewhere around eight feet.
Having situated himself properly, he turns his head to grin down at me, causing me to flush and shift my gaze so I’m no longer staring.
“If I’m right about where we are, there should be a little boutique nearby we can visit.” He says, laughing at my shyness and giving my hand a gentle tug to get me to follow him. “We should be able to find something good there.”
I do, thankful I picked such sturdy heels as it looks like we’ll be walking. Perfectly ready to keep quiet for the walk and let him do the talking, I’m slightly surprised when he starts asking me questions about myself.
“So what should I be calling you, by the way? ‘Sweetheart’ 's gotta get annoying after a while, and it doesn’t seem fair that you know a bunch about me when I don’t even have a name for you.”
“It’s Anna. But I really don’t mind being called something else.” I peek up at him, giving him a small smile. “You seem to like using nicknames.”
“Guilty! I gotta say, Anna does suit you, though. Short and sweet, just like you.” He winks, smirking almost smugly like he thinks that cheesy line is going to make me blush again. I’m ashamed to admit that it does.
He continues asking me questions for the rest of the walk, keeping our pace leisurely and our conversation light. It’s simple things like how old I am (19), what I’m studying in school (I’m actually taking a year off before starting University), and what I like to do in my free time (paint). I don’t even notice we’ve made it to our destination until he pulls me under the awning of a ridiculously fancy shop and holding open the door for me.
I step inside, letting out a soft gasp as I catch sight of all the gleaming jewels and sparkling dresses. Everything in the store looks like it came straight from a red carpet event; like someone paid hundreds of thousands just to wear it for a single night.
“Go ahead and tell the shop assistant your sizes and I’ll have her start picking things out,” Rynar says, stepping up behind me and breaking me out of my daze. “Don’t worry if you can’t decide what to get though, I don’t mind buying you more than one dress.”
“More than one? I don’t think I could even afford a single earing from this place!” I tell him, shaking my head.
“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He winks at me, guiding me over to one of the workers. “Besides, I’m picking up the tab for this, so just relax and let me spoil you rotten. That is the plan after all, yeah?”
Hardly able to argue, I nod and quietly give my sizes to the smiling shop assistant, then wait in a nearby chair as Rynar points out various shoes and dresses he wants me to try. Soon I’m bundled into a changing room with half a dozen options to pick from as I stand awkwardly in front of the strategically placed row of mirrors.
I strip down to my underwear, feeling a slight flutter in my stomach as I slip the first dress over my legs and hips. There’s just something kind of intimate about putting on something a man picked out specifically for me, something he wants to see me wear for him.
Despite being so pretty, the first few dresses I try are incredibly uncomfortable, hugging my curves so tightly I feel like I’m about to pop the seems. I end up having to remove my bra to get into some of them, my heavy breasts practically falling out the top.
Whining softly as I bite my lip and stare at the clinging fabric that leaves me feeling so uncomfortably packaged and on display, I finally go over to the privacy curtain and poke my head out. “Rynar? I um, I don’t think any of these are going to work...”
Moving from where he is leaning against the nearby wall, he comes over and looks down at me with furrowed brows. “They didn’t grab you the wrong size of something did they?”
“It’s... it’s not that...”
“Show me then. I can guarantee there’s no way it looks as bad as you think it does.”
Hesitantly I step out from behind the curtain, the blush crawling up my cheeks as see his eyes heat as he drags them up and down my body, a slow smirk curling his lips.
“Oh baby,” He chuckles, stepping forward and gently lifting my chin as my breath hitches when he leans in. I can smell the subtle hint of spice coming off him, with something darker hidden underneath. “That doesn’t look bad on you at all! In fact, you’re looking like quite the treat from where I’m standing.”
“But it’s- everything feels so tight and clingy,” I tell him, fidgeting uncomfortably as I try to keep the hem of the dress from riding up over my thighs. “I, I don’t feel comfortable like this.”
“Well, if that’s the case...” He straightens, allowing me to breathe normally again as he looks around the shop, calling for the assistant to bring over a stunning red number even brighter than his skin. “Try this one, it might be short but it should feel looser.”
Taking it from his clawed hand, I head back into the dressing room and change, instantly feeling much less like a bunch of meat stuffed into a sausage casing.
The dress is remarkably short, falling only a few inches below my rear, but it flares out nicely at the hips, complimenting my figure without gripping me hard enough to pop. It’s backless as well, the low neckline held up with an adjustable halter strap that lifts my breasts while still allowing me to breathe. The whole thing is done in the sort of pure, fine silk that shimmers softly in the light, caressing my skin in a way that feels all sorts of sensual. It’s still all kinds of embarrassing, but I find myself actually liking it.
“You like it?” Rynar calls through the curtain, and I nod dumbly before realizing he can’t see me.
“Oh, yes, it’s perfect! Thank you Rynar!” I call back, turning around and opening up the curtains with a smile. I almost think I see his cheeks darken slightly as his eyes widen, but figure it’s a trick of the lights when he soon breaks into a grin.
“Well, that’s good!” He huffs, running a hand through his hair as his strikingly pale eyes twinkle down at me. “Go ahead and pick out some shoes to go with it and I’ll have them ring up anything else you liked in the meantime, okay?”
I point out one or two accessories I thought were cute before picking out a pair of pointed white stilettos with red backing to match the dress, making sure they clock in at less than six inches in case we have to do a bunch more walking tonight. Rynar purposely hides the total from me when I get to the register, somehow managing to pay with a gilded dagger of intricate design and insisting that he carry the bags.
When we get outside I find out I needn’t have worried about the heels as he walks up to a shiny black limo and opens the back door, motioning for me to step inside.
“I called it while you were trying on dresses.” He explains, sliding in behind me after I get in. “I’m taking you to a restaurant downtown for dinner so I thought we probably shouldn’t walk.”
“Oh, um, thank you,” I say, very aware of how close together we are in the enclosed space at the back of the limo. It’s roomy enough not to make things awkward, but his large frame takes up enough of the seats that our knees are nearly touching, and I can once again smell his sent, that warm spice layered on top of something deeper I can’t quite put my finger on.
“I also put together something else while you were in the dressing room...” He says, pulling out a thin, flat box from inside his jacket and handing it over to me. “Well, really I bought it, but I figure being the one who picked it out counts for something.”
I open it up carefully, gasping when I see what’s inside. It’s a teardrop diamond necklace on a gold chain, with what look like tiny round rubies strung along its length and a matching diamond and ruby bracelet, all of it gorgeous and sparkling even in the dim light inside the car.
“I noticed you didn’t have pierced ears, so I figured the bracelet would be best.” He says, the rumble of his voice surprisingly soft. “Want me to help you put it on?”
I can only nod, handing him back the box and letting him slip on the bracelet before turning my back to him so he can do the same with the necklace.
He handles it carefully, looping it around my neck and leaning in so he can see the latch properly. His hands linger at the back of my neck as it clicks shut, and his hot breath tickles my ear, making me shiver.
“I like your perfume by the way... We don’t get many flowers in the Underworld.” He speaks in a hushed tone, his hands hovering over my bare shoulders, not quite touching.
“Thank you...” I whisper back, having a hard time finding my own voice with him this close.
“I have to ask, Anna... Can I touch you?” He asks, causing my heart to speed up as his lips brush the shell of my ear, something I’m not sure is an accident. “Not just a light touch against your face, or my hand holding yours, something deeper and more erotic... I know you want to be corrupted, but I can only do it that way if you tell me you’re comfortable with it first.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking with a sort of nervous anticipation as his fingers ghost further across my skin, leaving trails of gentle heat.
“Will you, Anna? I need to hear you say it...” His voice is so seductive and beautiful in it’s strange, bestial way, sending tingles down my spine as I nod.
“I- yes, you can touch me,” I tell him, my breathing already quick and shallow. “It’s, it’s what I summoned you for, after all.”
“In that case,” His massive, calloused hands close over my skin, one running slowly down my arm to encircle my wrist while the other wraps around my waist. “I’ll be sure to tempt you properly.”
His lips find my neck as he pulls me in closer, and the hand on my waist makes its way down to my thigh, rubbing gently and rhythmically before easing into a massage. The hand holding my wrist switches to holding my hand, weaving our fingers together and squeezing gently so I don’t get too nervous right off the bat.
Meanwhile, his lips dot my skin with feathery kisses, working along my neck, to my shoulder, and eventually across my open back as it catches every spot not covered by the silk of my dress.
After a while when my nervous shaking has turned to soft sighs and excited shivers, he lets go of my hand to caress my stomach, coming close to the underside of my chest but never quite touching as his hands move slowly up and down.
It continues like that for ages, with him refusing to touch me anywhere important while at the same time running his hands over every other bit of me he can find. He massages me until my whole body is hot, even going so far as to spread my legs open and press his fingers against my inner thigh without ever getting near the soft lace of my panties, which I can feel growing wet in the middle.
His thumb nearly brushes the side of my breast, and I press my hand against my mouth to hold back a moan, failing to stop the next one when he pulls my hand away.
“I want to hear it. All your cute noises. Your lewd sounds...” His voice is deeper than before, his lips nuzzling into my shoulder before his wickedly sharp teeth nip the skin to draw out another moan, louder this time and more desperate.
“Gods I wish I could take you right here.” He growls, his impossibly long tongue slipping out to run hotly over the spot where he just used his teeth. “I’ve been wanting to at least kiss you since I saw you all dolled up in your bedroom... You were like a perfect princess I wanted to gobble up.”
“I... I thought ya, you...” It’s all I can get out, my voice breathy and small as his claws graze the inside of my leg.
“Oh, you were cute even then.” He says, seeming to know what I’m getting at without me having to finish the thought. “I didn’t think you’d want to be asked for it so soon, but I definitely wanted one.”
“Then... please...” I beg him, craning my face back towards his but he only shakes his head.
“I can’t. If I do it now I really will end up taking all of you right here.” Despite what he says he starts touching me more roughly, still not where I most want it but getting closer than before.
I whimper, my head tilting back as I pant and moan, a sweetness building in that spot between my thighs, and I close my eyes to concentrate on how good it feels.
“We’re here.” He says, his hands suddenly stopping as he pulls himself away from me, smoothing down his hair and clothes.
I open my eyes back up, finally noticing the car has come to a full stop. I look back at Rynar, my back slumping low against the seat and my legs still spread. My face must be burning with the power of a thousand suns by now, but I ignore it and simply stare at him imploringly.
“Stop looking so tasty before I use you to ruin my dinner.” He says, reaching out to lift me into a proper sitting position and adjust my dress into something more ladylike (or as close as a dress like this can get). “Now come on, we’ll miss our lack of reservation.”
I reluctantly follow him out of the limo, having to lean on his offered arm as my legs slowly transition back from jelly into actual flesh.
He brings us over to the passenger window and gives a few instructions to the driver about dropping the rest of my stuff back home, handing over a tip that looks an awful lot like a pair of highly antique pearl earrings.
That done, he walks me up the marble steps to the restaurant entrance, for once not needing to duck to get through the high arched doors. Inside I find yet another sight that takes my breath away, marble walls decorated with gold decals and complimented by dark velvet curtains and sparkling chandeliers. There’s even a small band stage where musicians play calm, classical music that drifts through the venue like a gentle lullaby.
As we walk slowly up to the maitre d’, Rynar slips his arm out of my now much looser grip to place his hand on the small of my back, soon sliding it down to my butt. I look up at him in surprise, and he catches my eye, keeping his face straight.
“If you want me to stop at any time, say ‘Redwood’.” He whispers to me, and when I don’t he finally smirks and gives me a good squeeze.
Making it to his podium in our own sweet time, the maitre d’ eyes us subtly before asking for our names and reservation.
This only makes Rynar’s smirk grow wider, and he casually slips the man something that makes his eyes bulge. “We don’t have any reservation right now, but I’m sure you’ll free something up. Maybe a nice table for two by the window so we can see the lake?”
Suddenly very eager, the maitre d’ has us shown to just such a table near the back of the restaurant, Rynar subtly groping me the whole way there.
He pulls my chair out like the perfect gentleman, pushing it back in as I sit before taking his own. Opening up the menus, I find they’re all written in a foreign language, with only a few words I recognize like ‘fish’ or ‘cake’.
“Want me to order for you? I can pick something you’d like if you tell me your preferences.” He says, clearly seeing me struggling.
“Um, I prefer white meats and fish. Salmon’s great if they have that.” I tell him, trying to hide my flush behind the menu. “And definitely any dessert they have. I like sweet things.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” He chuckles, putting down his own menu and summoning over the waiter. He rattles off a list of things that must include both appetizers and dessert, finishing off with “And a bottle of Champaign, something on the sweeter side of things.”
“Rynar, I’m not old enough to drink!” I half-whisper to him leaning in so I’m sure he hears me. “Are you planning to have the whole bottle yourself?!”
“Corrupting you, remember?” He sign-songs, smugly resting his chin on his fist as he waves away my concerns. “And I can always bribe the staff again if you’re worried about getting caught. Everyone tends to ask fewer questions when you put gold in their pockets.”
“That seems immoral...” I mutter, my brow furrowing.
“It is!” He winks, eyes sparkling mischievously. “But if you don’t like it I’ll stop, and you don’t have to drink if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“No, I’m not saying you can’t, I’m just not used to that sort of thing.” I sigh, looking down at my hands as I pull them into my lap. “I’m not used to a lot of things that have happened tonight, to tell you the truth.”
“Your family really did keep you sheltered, didn’t they?” He asks me seriously, and I can feel his gaze as it carefully studies my face. “It’s one thing if they didn’t take you anywhere as fancy and overpriced as this, or bought you designer clothes, but that’s a nice house you live in. You act almost like you’ve never had a night out on the town, and there’s no reason they couldn’t have taken you and your friends somewhere else a little more affordable, especially if it was a special occasion.”
“My caretakers didn’t really take me ‘out’ much. Just on small trips for shopping, and the occasional playdate at a friend's house. Always supervised, of course. We’d have nice parties on my birthday and other holidays, all at the house, and they even had me homeschooled with tutors starting from middle school.” I look up at him, smiling even though it feels strained. “They made it clear they weren’t my new parents, just a collective of lower Demons that wanted to look after a child like the old days. And they are good caretakers, never cruel about anything. I always thought they were overprotective because I’m a human. I’m small and fragile, even compared to them, let alone anyone else in the Hierarchy.”
“And now?” His white eyes burn into me as he stares at my face, seeming to see past it into my mind. “Why do you think your ‘caretakers’ kept you away from everything?”
I don’t want to think about that here, but I’m spared having to admit that to him as the waiter comes back with the Champagne and some rolls of bread for the table. Immediately I grab one to tear off a piece and pop it in my mouth, hoping the subject will have changed by the time I’m done chewing.
“They’re better with butter you know,” Rynar says, passing over a small pat pretentiously monogrammed with the restaurant's name. Pouring us each a glass of Champagne, he hands mine to me and clinks them together in a small toast before taking a sip, urging me to do the same.
It tickles my nose when I lift it to my lips, the taste far sweeter than I thought alcohol might be since the few of my friends who’d snuck some always said it was sharp or bitter. I can’t help taking another sip immediately, humming in delight as it hits my tongue.
“Good, right?” Rynar grins, having already finished his off with one long sip. “Most stuff’s a lot drier than this, so you have to ask if you want it sweet.”
“It is good,” I tell him, allowing myself one last sip before I put it down. “I thought it’d be a lot more bitter.”
“Some booze can be.” He shrugged, nudging my glass of water a little closer in a clear indication that I should have some. “There are bitter beers, and some people think red wine tastes bad because of that kind of thing. Personally, I don’t care as long as it gets me buzzed.”
“Do you drink often then?” I ask, obliging him by taking a long drink of water.
“Only when I get my hands on some. The stuff in the Underworld is super strong and takes a long time to make, so it’s not widely available. And I rarely get to have a drink while I'm up here.” He chuckles then, seeming to remember something. “Unless the person I’m summoned by is an alcoholic.”
“That sounds like a story,” I say, smiling at him as I take another piece of bread.
“Oh, it is.” He confirms, leaning back in his chair and getting comfortable. “See, it all started when this Wizard summoned me to ask for a particular brand of port that had disappeared when the last batch was lost in a tragic shipwreck...”
He continues the story until our food arrives, a course of various small appetizers followed by soup and salad, then finally our entrees, pan-seared salmon in a lemon cream sauce for me and a rack of lamb done ultra-rare for him. Each dish that comes is the best thing I’ve ever eaten, only to be topped by the next thing I try. By the end of it all, I’m almost too full to think about dessert, even though my tongue disagrees.
“You’re looking satisfied,” Rynar smirks, watching as I sigh in contentment. “Thinking about skipping dessert?”
“Absolutely not,” I tell him, patting the corner of my mouth with a napkin to make sure there isn’t any lingering sauce. “Everything’s been so amazing, there’s no way I could turn down having more.”
“Well I only got enough cake for one person, so if you’re gonna be the one to snatch it up, I think I should get something, too...” He says, his smirk turning lustful as I feel his long tail winding up my leg. “Go ahead and lift your hips for me, hmm?”
I’m not sure what he’s planning, but I comply, using my hands to help me lift my butt up off the chair. I hover there for a bit as his tail snakes below my dress and takes hold of my panties, making my eyes widen into saucers as it slowly tugs them down past my hips and legs before slipping them off entirely, finally depositing them in his hand.
“Lace panties, huh?” He says, rubbing the fabric between his fingers with a self-satisfied grin as he watches me with hooded eyes. “Not what I was expecting from a sweet girl like you, but the pure white is spot on.”
I’m at a complete loss for words, my cheeks a flaming pink as I squeeze my legs together, a feeling warmth already starting to flow into that forbidden place. I can feel how naked it is, how exposed and vulnerable, hidden only by the fabric of my dress. And even then, he knows. He knows exactly what’s under there.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give ‘em back eventually.” He says, clearly enjoying himself as he tucks them into the pocket of his suit jacket. “I just wanna keep them for a while, think about how naked your pussy is right now, how easy it’d be to slide my tail up between your legs...”
His tail caresses my calf as he talks about it, causing my nipples to harden and the heat between my thighs to grow hotter. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep quiet when his hand lightly touches my knee, easing my legs back open...
He stops and pulls back when the waiter approaches, causing me to sigh in a mixture of relief and disappointment. As Rynar gets the check, I quickly eat my dessert, no longer thinking about food as I shift and squirm at the growing feeling between my legs.
When we get up to leave he slides his arm around my waist, helping me as I take slow, careful steps to keep my skirt from fluttering. A thrill goes down my spine with every step I take, thinking about how I’m being paraded through a public place without a single stitch of fabric to cover my slit! By the time we step outside my hands are clinging to his jacket and I’m forcing my legs not to shake by sheer force of will.
As soon as we’re away from anyone who might see his hand is back on my butt, massaging lewdly as his lips draw close to my ear and he plants a small kiss against my hair. “Let's go down by the lake. There’s a nice little couple’s park by the shore, and I need to sober you up a little before I take you home.”
“But I’m not drunk...” I protest, eager to get back to my bed so he can stop playing around and finally give it to me properly.
“Even tipsy’s too much.” He insists, leading me down the winding path to the lake. His touching of me continues, light and sensual in a way that has me silently begging for him to go harder. “I need your mind clear, so we know you’re in control of what happens.”
I want to whine that I’m ready now, but a sudden gust of wind distracts me as it lifts the hem of my dress, forcing me to slap my hands down to keep it in place. I can feel the flow of air between my legs, and I shiver, feeling the coolness of it against my heated skin.
“Careful, babe. It’s windy out tonight.” Rynar says, patting my butt as he leads me into the park and over to a stone bench so I can rest my feet.
As I take a seat, parts of my butt, thighs, and even the lips of my pussy make contact with the cold stone, causing me to cry out in shock. I cling to Rynar even more, panting as I try to adjust, the chill of it leaving an intense tingling on my skin.
“Felt too good for a second there?” Rynar asks, and I can only nod as he places a hand against my hip and pulls me into his warmth. He chuckles at my reaction, kissing the top of my head. “At least now I know for sure you won’t be feeling tipsy anymore.”
The hand on my hip begins pulling up the hem of my dress, lifting it up to expose the whole of it to the night air so he can touch it directly, his sharp claws squeezing me and gently pricking my skin. His other hand goes to my breast, his fingers able to splay out and cover nearly the whole thing despite how big it is. Slowly he massages me through the thin red fabric, making me whimper and bite my lip.
“You like the thrill of being naked beneath your dress, don’t you? Of wearing something skimpy?” He whispers to me seductively, his tone laced with amusement. “I can tell from how you got so turned on just from walking through the restaurant.”
“I couldn’t help it...” I whine, moaning as I lean into his calloused hands. “I kept thinking about how you knew... how you’d see everything if I messed up even a little bit!”
“Do you like being seen, Anna?” He rumbles, gripping me more firmly as his thumb and forefinger lightly pinch my hardened nipple. “Like showing off that sweet little body of yours?”
“Yes...! I want you to see me.” I tilt my head back to look up at him, thinking how handsome he looks beneath the moonlight as he gazes down at me with obvious delight. “I want to show you...”
His eyes drink me in, pupils dilated like crazy in the low light as they linger on my chest and thighs. I can feel the latter growing slick, the juices from that spot between my legs trickling down to leave a damp mark on the bench. He notices, and the hand on my hip moves as if to touch me there, but instead he pulls back, his muscles tensing.
“Wait just a little longer, Anna.” He says, his voice rough with lust as he holds himself back from playing with my precious spot right here and now. I whimper just like the last time he denied me, but he only presses a clawed finger to my lips and shakes his head. “Not here. The things I wanna do to you, they’re way too dirty already to do ‘em outside.”
He pulls me up off the bench, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his torso as he cups my face, thumb tracing my cheek. The way his eyes gaze down at me, lustful yet tender, has me captivated, my face turning even more red than it’s been all night.
“But I promise, as soon as I get you somewhere private, with a nice, solid, lockable door and a nice, big, soft bed to lay you out on?” He presses his body back against mine, and for the first time I notice his insanely large bulge straining against my stomach as he looks at me like he plans on stripping me down and taking me right there. “I am going to show you all sorts of ways I can corrupt you...”
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I will be writing paranormal romances, and the first one I'm writing is a Snow-White retelling, and for those who haven't read it, it will be an updated more mature version of Black Apple Poison.
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"Adam, a chimera that kills everything when it comes into contact with his skin has been given the easiest task: kill the Snow White; however, as he meets the fair maiden and forgotten princess, the easiest task turns difficult as unknown feelings get twisted in the midst of things and not everything is as it seems."
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