Note: This is an R rated chapter in an R rated story, though not explicit enough that I think it's necessary for the sexual content warning given RR's current policy. That said, it's certainly the closest thing to explicit in any of my stories to date. Reader discretion is advised. Spoiler summary is included below for those who want to be forewarned/skip it. Summary spoils the chapter.
The Dragoness Skylara practically forces Lucas to fuck her. However, in a last-ditch effort to be faithful to the woman he actually cares for, he drugs Skylara into unconsciousness and attempts to make her believe they had sex before he leaves the room.
“Actually, before we go back to your room for a drink, I need to stop by the Prince’s study,” Lucas said, grasping at straws.
“A drink?” she laughed. “My dear boy, we’ll be doing a lot more than drinking…”
She might have protested in a way that almost made him blush, but she didn’t actually stop him. Instead of going back to her chambers immediately, they stopped by the corner where the Prince was currently holding court. He gave Skylara a heartfelt and cordial goodbye but barely even gave Lucas a second glance.
After that, they stopped by the man’s study. It had guards placed on it, but they didn’t even challenge the Duchess. They might not know who she really was, but it was clear that they’d been given orders that she was not to be fucked with, and Lucas retrieved his things without issue.
She could probably kill me right here, and both of these guys would pretend they hadn’t seen a thing, he thought to himself. That’s real power right there.
Soon enough, though, he was walking down the nearly deserted halls on the noblewoman’s arm, desperately trying to find a way out of this. There wasn’t, though, one step at a time; he was being dragged to his fate, and the fact that he had to do it while wearing a smile was all the crueler.
Skylara’s guestroom was much grander than any room he’d ever slept in, but he didn’t have the chance to admire it. As soon as the door closed, she was onto him, pressing him against the now-closed door with a strength that was barely human and definitely not ladylike. It took a force of will not to push her off him or to wrinkle his face in disgust as her unnaturally long tongue forced its way into his mouth.
After waiting a few seconds so he didn’t seem like he was rejecting her, he pushed back against her, broke the kiss, and said, “Easy there, my lady, don’t you like it when a man takes charge.”
“I’ve waited all night to taste you,” she smiled, completely ignoring the way he pushed against her as she withdrew his vial from where she’d tucked it away earlier. “Perhaps when I have tasted your fine potion, that will calm me down and make me more… biddable.”
She sat down on the bed and did exactly that. In a single motion, she downed ten doses of the strongest Blue that Lucas had ever made. He flinched at the very sight of it, but all she did was lay back on the bed and arch her back as she squirmed in pleasure.
“Mmmmhhh…” she moaned theatrically. “You truly are a master of alchemy. Why not show me what other skills you have.”
Thinking fast, he said, “Actually, if you kiss me with that much Blue on your lips, I’m liable to end up in a coma. I think before you get laid, you need a chaser.”
“A what? Oh. Very well,” she sighed, waving absentmindedly at the liquor cabinet. “But add a few drops more of your potion to the stuff. I wish to experience true bliss this evening, and I am only part way to where I would like to be… Heaven is so close, but yet, so far away…”
As he found a nice dark bottle of red and uncorked it, she leaned forward theatrically, making it impossible not to look down at her cleavage. “You are not very handsome for a man,” she said bluntly, “But there’s something wonderfully twisted about you, Mister Blue. I certainly hope you don’t disappoint me tonight.”
“Disappoint? Me? Never.” he joked as he filled two goblets of wine, and then retrieved two more vials of blue from his case. “I barely know the meaning of the word.”
How can I disappoint you when I’m not even going to fuck you, he added silently.
He made a big show about making it look like he was adding a single drop of the stuff to his own glass, but really, that fell on the lacquered wood just behind the metal chalice. The rest of both vials ended up in her cup, though, and even after she took a sip to cleanse her pallet, he waited for as long as he could to kiss her.
What he’d said before hadn’t been a lie. He was basically trying to dose her with elephant tranquilizers at this point, which meant that even the smallest exposure would fuck him up bad.
So, he did everything to delay that he could. When she reached for him to kiss him, he skillfully slipped behind her and kissed her neck instead, “growling, sorry, I’m not going to be able to do anything else until I see these big beautiful tits of yours. They’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
To make his point, he reached around and mauled them with both hands. She was a large woman, and each one of her massive breasts was bigger than his hands, though, so the effect was limited. Still, she groaned at that, and he busily got to work undoing her corset one lace at a time.
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While he wanted to take his time with this, appearing to go slow would give the dragoness the initiative once more, which was the last thing he wanted. She could very easily pin him down and take whatever she wanted from him. So, while he waited to see if he’d dosed her hard enough to make her pass out, all he could do was appear eager.
He pulled her hair, complimented her figure, and, most importantly, helped her out of her dress one layer at a time. She kept trying to kiss him, but time and again he refused. Sometimes, he did this by pulling away just long enough to have a drink from his own chalice, and other times, he simply found another part of her body to kiss. That part wasn’t hard. She was a voluptuous woman, and one could very easily drown in all the tits and ass she was packing. Most men he knew would have traded places with him in an instant.
For Lucas, though, any enthusiasm he had about slowly stripping the beauty and making her feel like the center of the world was fake and forced, at least at first. She would have seen right through him in an instant if she’d been sober. The dragoness was far from that now, though. She was lost in her own drug-addled ecstasy, and the only thing she wanted now was sex.
After a while, though, it was hard not to give in. Was it the booze? Was it a contact high, or was he just horny as hell? Lucas didn’t know. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gotten laid on Earth, let alone on this new world.
“Ssso, what comes next, now that a big, ssstrong man like you isss in charge,” she whispered, almost managing to sound submissive for once.
“Well, you got a taste of Blue. How about a taste of something else you rarely get to try?” he asked.
“Mmmmm, and what’sss that?” she sighed as he stood up.
She’d expected him to take off his pants then, and he could see the disappointment in her eyes. If she was sober, she might have pounced on him then and had her way with him, but as it was, she just lay there puzzled as he went to the window and retrieved a sash.
Once he had that, he pushed her down on the bed and started to tie her hands to the headboard. “You know I could tear right through thisss…” she murmured playfully. “I could tear right through you…”
“But wouldn’t it be more fun to pretend that you couldn’t,” he teased, “A woman like you is always in charge. I’ll bet sometimes you just want to let go.”
“Mmmm…” she moaned. “What a delightful idea, Lucasss. Now take me… overpower me and take me…”
He would have been lying if he’d said that some part of him wasn’t tempted to do exactly that in that moment. Skylara was a monster, but he’d long since drunk enough for her to be pretty, and in this moment, when she was almost vulnerable, part of him wanted to give it a try.
Still, he forced her down ruthlessly and continued to seduce her with words and touches while he continued to feed her drug-tainted wine. While the kisses no longer disgusted him like they had at the beginning of the night, each one was still a betrayal that he felt in his soul.
“Pity you humansss live for sssuch a ssshort time,” she slurred, “Or elssse I’d keep you forever and ever my darling Missster Blue…”
As they went, her words became more and more slurred and less and less sensible. Toward the end, she was begging him to fuck her, but he resisted, telling her soon half a dozen ways. It was only when she’d finished her cup of wine that contained nearly twenty doses of blue, combined with the ten doses she’d had at the start that she finally slipped into unconsciousness.
In that quiet moment, he mentally did the math. Thirty doses of Blue would have been enough to get fifty or sixty men as high as a kite and enough to kill half that many stone dead, and the number was only that small for existing addicts. It would be triple that for people like him that didn’t touch the stuff.
Really, it was probably enough to stop my heart almost a hundred times over, Lucas realized. That poison could kill me a hundred times over, but it was only just enough to make her pass out…
As the seconds ticked by, he wondered if he should try to make her OD for real. He had another 20 vials in the case he’d brought. That certainly would be enough. It might even be the right thing to do, but in the end, he couldn’t make himself do it.
Maybe if he’d been ordered to, or if she was an imminent danger to the kingdom, he would have considered it. Right now, though, her only danger was inspiring the faintest desire to cheat on his girl, and he cursed himself for that more than he blamed the woman who had been doing her very best to tempt him.
Lucas didn’t say a word as his thoughts churned. Instead, he watched the chest of the half-naked woman rise and fall peacefully and considered everything. He didn’t even dare to sigh in relief that she had finally passed out.
Skylara’s allowed to be a horny maneater if that’s her thing, he reminded himself. It was her nature. She was literally a monster.
He held himself to a much higher standard, and the idea that he’d wanted to fuck her, even a little by the end of all of this, was unacceptable. Danaria deserves better, he told himself.
He just waited a few minutes to make sure she was sleeping soundly, then he loosened her bonds, messed up the bedding a little more, and covered her nudity with a sheet.
She was not likely to remember very much from the moment her high started. She’d only remember that they were going to have sex, not if they’d actually had it or not. So, the room would have to tell the tale and make her believe that they had. The more she believed that she’d had her way with him, the more likely she was not to kill him in the morning.
After that, he took a little extra time to hang her panties from one bedpost and her bra and corset from another to make the scene that much wilder. Once all that was done, he silently gathered his things and dressed, determined to make it seem like he’d never been here at all.
It was only when that was done that he realized the place looked too sterile now. So, just before he blew out the remaining candles, he spilled the remains of their bottle of wine across the other side of the very expensive bedding before fleeing the bedroom with nothing but guilt and a serious case of blue balls.
“Maybe if I marry Danaria, this bitch will keep her claws to herself,” he whispered to himself as he walked down the deserted halls in search of a servant who could tell him where he could steal a few hours of sleep until dawn.
No, better not, he decided. You tell Skylara there’s another woman in your life, and she’ll rip her to pieces in front of you just to make a point.