(Warning! This chapter has adult content)
Her eyes were wide with concern with a slight frown on her face. She wore a sheer nightgown, barely leaving anything to the imagination. Roan let his eyes roam over her figure, gazing at her curves and dips.
"Celria?" Roan said, his surprise evident. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to check on you," she said, hips swaying as she stepped inside. "Grandma was worried since you didn't come back for dinner." Her eyes flitted from the weapons on the floor to his face. "... Is everything alright?"
Roan nodded, though he knew it wasn't entirely true. "It's a long story. There was a… situation, but I'm fine. Thank you for coming all this way." He made his way from the desk to his bed, patting the empty space next to him.
Celria looked around his attic room and placed the tray on the table, taking a seat beside him. "You look like you've had a rough day," she murmurs, leaning forward. "Have some soup, grandma's specialty. You wont refuse, right?"
Roan offered a small smile. "Actually, you've brought it right on time. I was so caught up in everything that I almost forgot." His eyes wander, zeroing onto her soft chest pressing against him. "There was a battle at the ruins," he said slowly. "Dark mages and imperial mages… and someone I knew. It was intense, and I ended up helping in the chaos."
Celria's eyes widened. "Dark mages? That sounds dangerous."
"It was," Roan admitted. "And there's more to it than just that. I saw a symbol, the same one that's been haunting me for years. It's connected to everything I'm trying to understand."
"You don't have to go through this alone, Roan. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know." Celria whispers, dragging a finger on his cheek, her touch light and playful.
A low chuckle escaped his chest, his hand coming up to grasp her own. "I can think of something I want, Celria. Coming into a man's room at night is dangerous, you know. Who knows what people will do to you."
She only gives a small pout, pink lips puckering. "I know Roan…"
Roan chuckled softly, his fingers tracing circles on the back of her hand. He glanced at her lips, his thoughts quickly becoming more improper than he intended. How would those lips feel on his shaft…?
"You should be more careful," he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "Especially with me. You do know you're playing with fire, right?"
His right hand sliding up her back, his touch light. Celria shivered, anticipation growing within her. "A-ah… Roan!" She gasped as his hand went from her back to her breasts, squeezing and toying with them.
"They seem to love my touch." He muses, massaging them, pinching her soft pink nipples. "I can see them so clearly. You came here to flaunt your body, hm? Want to show me your tits?"
She shivered at the touch, her face flushed. "Ngh~ Ro- Roan.. feels so good!"
Roan chuckled lowly, enjoying the effect his touch was having on her. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin, letting go of her hand. "See how easy it is for a man to lose control when you tease like this," he whispered, his hands continuing to work their magic.
"Or was that what you wanted... To make me lose control?"
Roan's hands traveled further down, tracing her curves with his fingertips. He leaned in to kiss along her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touched.
"You should know better than to provoke a man like me," he murmured between kisses. "Especially when you look so... erotic. Take a look, your peaks are just begging to be sucked."
Celria moaned as he continued to touch her skin, his mouth ghosting over her nipples. "O-oh~!" She cried out at his warm breath. Her hands found its way to the back of his neck, as she pressed herself closer towards him.
"Mnph.." he let his tongue glide over the thin fabric, licking and kissing her nipple, against her moans and shivering. "So pink and needy for me. You like this, huh? Seducing men with your large breasts."
Celria's only response was a gasp, her body arching against his as the pleasure coursing through her grew stronger.
"Roan..." she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "Please..."
Roan pushed her onto the bed, unzipping his pants, freeing his eager cock. "So needy for me," he laughs, spreading her legs around his waist. She wasn't wearing a single thing underneath, her wet slit already glistening with juices. He licked his lips, enjoying the matching pink of her swollen lips and nipples.
He dragged a finger across her pussy, before dipping a finger into the soft folds, eliciting a loud moan from Celria. "Shh.. you don't want your grandparents hearing you, right?"
"N-no…" she whimpers, hands clutching the sheets. "Ahh.. so good~!" His hands gripped her thighs tighter, aligning his thick shaft against her. Leaning in, he pressed a hickey on her collarbone.
"Fuuuuck… you're driving me crazy."
Without a warning, he pressed the head of his cock into her pussy. Her back arched in pleasure, a strangled cry escaping her throat. "Yeah… you take it real good."
He thrusted in again, all 8 inches buried into her womb in one fell swoop, filling her completely. He moved relentlessly, coating his own shaft with her slickness from the tip to the base. The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembling with pleasure as he contained his ruthless onslaught.
"Your pussy is squeezing me so tight—" he groans. Each thrust was full of desire, his movements picking up speed as he continued. The grip on her thighs was tight, continuing the brutal pace. "Just like that, come on."
Her vision blurs, desperate noises escaping her lips with every wet slap of skin to skin, Celria's tongue rolls out slightly, breathless at how monstrous Roan's dick was. He rams hard into her pussy, her walls clenching around him in pleasure. The thrusts become faster, sloppy, as he feels his climax.
"Ha- cum for me," he commands, pushing in balls deep. Her hips bucked into the air, as a desperate moan escaped her throat. "AH~ ROAN~" she trembled violently, the sheets staining white. He responded in turn, groaning as her insides pulsed around his dick, thick ropes of cum coating her insides white.
He pulls out, watching her exhausted figure. Oh, seems like she passed out. He huffs a short laugh, taking time to clean up after their activities.
*
The next morning, Roan was stirred from his sleep by the sound of voices drifting up from downstairs. There was a sense of urgency in the tone of the conversation, and he quickly got out of bed, throwing on a shirt before making his way downstairs. He made sure not to rouse the slumbering Celria next to him.
As he descended the creaking steps, he heard Mr. Arryn's familiar voice mixed with another, softer one that sent a jolt of surprise through him. He stepped into the main room of the cottage to find Astreil sitting at the wooden table, her striking red hair catching the morning light that filtered through the small windows. Mr. Arryn was sitting across the table, tea on the table.
"Astreil?" Roan's voice was tinged with disbelief as he took in the scene. "What are you doing here?"
Astreil looked up, her black eyes meeting his with a hint weariness, but still sparkling like onyx jewels. She was still pale, clearly recovering from the events of the previous day. "I needed to find you, Roan. There's something important we need to discuss."
"She arrived early this morning, lad. Said she needed to speak with you urgently." Came Mr Arryn's gruff reply.
Roan nodded, turning his attention back to Astreil, his concern growing. "Are you alright? You pushed yourself too hard yesterday. You should be resting."
Astreil shook her head slightly. "I'm fine, really. There's no time to rest. After what happened at the ruins, the high mages decided to invite you to the Imperial Magic Tower." From here golden robes, she took out a magic letter which floated into his hands.
Roan pulled out a chair and sat down across from her. "This is…"
"An invitation."
"An invitation to what?" A sleepy voice came from the top of the stairs, accompanied by the soft creak of floorboards.
Roan looked up toward the stairs, where Celria stood, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She must have just woken up, her hair slightly tousled and her expression curious as she took in the scene below, wearing one of Roan's shirts. Her gaze shifted from Roan to Astreil, then to the floating letter in Roan's hands.
"Astreil?" Celria blinked, surprised to see a red-haired mage in the cottage. "What's going on? And what's this about an invitation?"
Astreil offered Celria a small, polite smile. "Good morning, miss. I didn't mean to wake you. This is… urgent." She gestured to the letter that was now hovering in front of Roan. "Your answer?"
"Roan… what is this?" Celria descended the stairs, her curiosity piqued. "An Imperial Mage? What's going on?"
"Ah, this is Celria Arryn. Celria, Astriel. She's a mage." He explained hastily, as the two ladies gave subtle waves. "The situation is told you abut last night…"
Celria nodded in understating, taking a seat beside him. "I see."
"Hello. Regardless, the higher ups are urging me to bring you over so we can discuss what happened yesterday." Astreil continues, slightly unsure as she lets out a small sigh. "I can't answer any of the questions you have, I'm afraid. I'm just acting as a messenger."
Roan took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The letter still hovered in front of him, a tangible reminder of the danger he could put himself in. The imperial mages were powerful in magic, definitely not inviting him for a chat and biscuits.
"I think you should go, Roan." Celria breaks the silence, slightly nudging him. "You said you wanted to find out more about those dark mages, right? This is your opportunity."
He looked at her, then back at Astreil, who was watching him intently, awaiting his decision. "I don't think I have much of a choice," he replied, his voice steady despite the uncertainty gnawing at him. "If the High Mages are asking for me, it must be important. They might have answers—about the dark mages, the insignia… maybe even about the fire that destroyed my village."
"I'll make sure nothing happens to you, Roan. You'll be under my protection while we're at the Imperial Magic Tower."Astreil nodded, her expression softening slightly. "The Imperial Magic Tower is a place of great power and knowledge, but it's also governed by strict rules. Roan will be safe there, especially with me by his side."
"Well then, I'll come with you!" Celria announces, setting down her cup with finality. "I wont let you walk through this alone!"
Roan gave Celria a grateful look. "Are you sure? It could be dangerous, and I don't want to drag you into something like this."
"I'm sure, Roan. If you're going, I'm going. Besides, you'll need someone to watch your back." Celria smiled, determination shining in her eyes. "And I'll bring Laena along! She might know something useful from all her books."
Roan felt a sense of relief wash over him. Having Celria and Laena with him would make this daunting journey a little easier to bear.
"I'll go get Laena," Celria said, already heading for the door. "You get ready, Roan. We'll meet back here in a few minutes."
The two watched as Celria hurried off to find her friend, standing just outside the small cottage. Astreil took off a glowing amber amulet and held it up to the light.
"What's that?" Roan asked curiously. Astreil glanced at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "This?" She lifted the amulet, allowing him to see it more clearly. "It's a dragon spirit amulet. A rather rare artifact, actually."
"A dragon spirit?I've heard of those in stories, but I didn't think they actually existed."
"They do, though they're exceedingly rare. I was lucky, actually. The dragon chose me— the high elders say I'm a natural born dragon tamer. We'll be using this to get to the capital."
"You mean… we're going to ride a dragon?"
Astreil chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Not quite. The spirit within the amulet will create a magical construct, a dragon made of pure energy. It's not quite the same as a living, breathing dragon, but it's just as powerful and much more convenient for long-distance travel."
"That's incredible. I've never seen anything like it." He gazed at the glowing amulet in awe.
Astreil's smile softened. "It's a privilege, I'll admit. But it comes with responsibility. The spirit is powerful, but it must be treated with respect. It's not just a tool—it has a will of its own, and I have to be careful not to overstep its bounds. We'll be taking off soon. Just… hold on tight. It's a bit of a wild ride."
By the time she finshed her explanation, Celria had returned with Laena in tow. The bookish girl looked slightly flustered, but determined.
"I heard what's going on," Laena said, adjusting the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder. "If we're really going to the Imperial Magic Tower, I'll do my best to help. There's so much I've read about it… I just never thought I'd actually see it in person."
Roan smiled at her enthusiasm. "I appreciate it, Laena. Let's hope those books of yours come in handy."
"I think we're ready!" Celria exclaimed, throwing an arm around Roan. "How are we getting to the tower, miss mage?"
Astreil smiled back, and with a quiet incantation, she activated the amulet. The air around them began to pulse with energy as a shimmering form began to materialize—a dragon, its translucent scales glinting in the light, its eyes glowing with an ancient, watchful presence.
Roan watched in awe as the creature took shape before them, its massive wings spreading wide. The ground trembled slightly as the dragon lowered itself, allowing them to climb aboard.
"Ready?" Astreil asked, mounting the dragon with practiced ease.
Roan nodded, following her lead, helping Celria and Laena up. "Ready."
"Ready~! Let's do this!"
"Um… ready?"
With a powerful beat of its wings, the dragon lifted off the ground, carrying them into the sky. The world below blurred as they soared higher, the wind rushing past them as the dragon spirit carried them swiftly towards the capital.
As the dragon spirit ascended, Roan felt an exhilarating rush that nearly took his breath away. The wind whipped around him, cool and crisp, carrying the scent of the earth below mixed with the sharp, clean air of the higher altitudes. The ground fell away rapidly, the trees shrinking to mere specks as they soared higher and higher.
The dragon's wings, though translucent and composed of pure energy, felt solid beneath them, their powerful strokes sending them gliding effortlessly through the sky.
The dragon's scales shimmered with an ethereal light, reflecting the colors of the sky around them. As they flew through a patch of clouds, the mist curled around them, cool and damp, before the dragon burst through the other side into the brilliant sunlight. The entire world seemed to glow with an almost magical brilliance, the sun casting long shadows and lighting up the clouds in hues of gold and pink.
Roan glanced over at Astreil, who was guiding the dragon with a calm, focused expression. Her red hair streamed behind her like a banner, her eyes scanning the horizon with practiced ease. There was something serene about her in this moment, as if the flight was as natural to her as walking.
Celria, sitting just behind him, let out a delighted laugh, her voice carrying over the wind. "This is amazing!" she called out, her face lit up with joy. Even Laena, who had initially looked nervous, seemed to relax, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the sights.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," Astreil yells over the wind. "I'll be speeding up, so hold on tight!"
Roan and Laena tightened their grips on the dragon's scales, as he bracing himself for the burst of speed. Celria leaned forward, wrapping her arms securely around Roan's waist, her laughter still bubbling up.
With a word from Astreil, the dragon surged forward, its wings slicing through the air with renewed vigor. The sudden acceleration pushed Roan back slightly, but he quickly adjusted, leaning into the motion as they hurtled through the sky.
The landscape below blurred even more, the patches of green and brown melding into a seamless carpet of color. The wind whipped past them with greater force, roaring in their ears, but it was a sound that spoke of freedom.
The dragon dove slightly, then rose again, the motion fluid and graceful. It was like riding a living rollercoaster, the dips and rises sending waves of exhilaration through Roan's body. He couldn't help but grin, the thrill of the ride overpowering any lingering concerns.
Celria's laughter rang out again, this time mixed with a hint of adrenaline-fueled glee. "This is even better than I imagined!" she shouted, her voice carrying over the rush of wind. She held on tighter, but there was no fear in her grip—only the sheer joy of the moment.
Astreil glanced back at them, her own smile widening at their reactions. "We'll be there soon! Just a little longer!"
Roan nodded, though he wasn't sure if she could see it. The dragon's speed was incredible, the landscape now a distant blur beneath them. He could just make out the faint outline of the capital in the far distance, the towering spires of the Imperial Magic Tower rising like needles against the horizon.
As they neared their destination, the dragon leveled out, its pace becoming steadier as it prepared for their descent. Roan could feel the shift in the air as they began to slow down, the wind still strong but no longer the fierce gale it had been moments before.
The dragon descended gracefully, its massive wings beating with a steady rhythm as it approached the ground. Roan could see the intricate details of the Imperial Magic Tower coming into focus.
As they touched down, Astreil murmured a few words under her breath, and the dragon began to shrink, its majestic form slowly dissolving into a soft glow. The light coalesced into a small, shimmering orb, which floated gently back to Astreil's outstretched hand. She cupped the orb with care, then pressed it against the amulet around her neck. "Thank you Izzy for your hard work."
Astreil turned to face them, her expression now more formal as she gestured toward the towering entrance.
"Welcome to the Imperial Magic Tower!"