Chapter 70: The Velvet couch
The polished cobblestones of the commercial district were miles behind them. Here, at the very edge of the city limits, the roads turned into freezing mud and packed dirt.
Chloe walked closely behind Arthur, her head bowed. She was wrapped tightly in a heavy, dark woolen cloak, the large hood pulled down low over her blonde hair. Every drunken mercenary stumbling out of a shadowy alleyway made her heart hammer violently against her ribs.
She had never been this deep into the borderlands.
They stopped in front of a sprawling, rough-hewn wooden building. The sounds of raucous laughter, shattering glass, and off-key singing bled through the thick walls. Above the door hung a carved wooden sign: The Leaping Stag.
Arthur pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.
Chloe followed, immediately hit by a suffocating wall of intense sensory input. The tavern was sweltering, filled with the heavy, overpowering scents of roasting meat, spilled ale, wet fur, and cheap pipe smoke. She shrank behind Arthur’s broad shoulders, terrified someone would recognize her pristine academy uniform beneath the cloak.
Behind the long wooden bar, Roxanne was pouring a pint of dark stout.
The mature rabbit-kin looked up, her long, fluffy ears twitching as she spotted Arthur. A slow, incredibly wicked smile spread across her painted lips. She handed the pint to a mercenary, wiped her hands, and smoothly walked out from behind the counter. Her hips swayed with a confident, predatory grace.
"Well, well," Roxanne purred, her dark eyes flashing with amusement as she stopped in front of Arthur. She tilted her head, peering past him to the trembling, cloaked figure in his shadow. "Bringing guests now? And a little mouse, at that?"
Chloe flinched, pulling her hood even lower.
"She’s useful. And she’s quiet," Arthur replied smoothly, his tone strictly business. "We need a room, Roxanne."
Roxanne’s smile widened into a predatory grin. "Right this way, Guild Master."
She led them through the crowded tavern, unlocking a heavy, iron-reinforced door at the back and guiding them down a quiet, carpeted hallway. She opened the door to her private VIP lounge and stepped inside.
The room was a stark contrast to the filthy tavern floor. It was heavily soundproofed, lit by dim, warm mana-lamps, and furnished with a massive, plush leather sofa and several velvet armchairs. The air here smelled heavily of sweet vanilla, expensive incense, and the distinct, musky scent of a beast-kin in heat.
Arthur walked in and turned to face Roxanne. "What did you find?"
Roxanne leaned against the heavy oak door, locking the deadbolt with a loud click. Her playful demeanor vanished, instantly replaced by the sharp intellect of a broker.
"Darius isn’t hiring standard thugs for a raid," Roxanne reported, crossing her arms beneath her heavy breasts. "He went to the shipping docks. He hired a smuggler named Varrik Slate. Darius bought a dozen unbranded crates and filled them with highly illegal, Abyssal-corrupted monster cores."
Arthur nodded slowly. "And the City Inspector packing wax?"
"He’s going to forge the inspection seals," Roxanne confirmed. "He plans to slip Varrik’s tainted shipment into your normal supply line. Once the crates are inside Warehouse 9, Darius will anonymously tip off the City Inspectors. They find the Abyssal cores, your guild gets liquidated, and you go to the gallows for dark-arts farming."
"A perfect, legal assassination," Arthur murmured, completely unfazed. "Where does Varrik drink?"
"A dive bar near the southern docks. The Drowning Rat," Roxanne answered.
With the plot confirmed, Roxanne pushed off the door. She slowly turned her attention back to Chloe, who was standing awkwardly near the edge of the room. Roxanne breathed in the scent of the girl’s delicate perfume mixed with the undeniable, sharp tang of nervous arousal.
"Oh," Roxanne breathed, a cruel, delighted realization washing over her face. "So this is the little mouse who was breathing so heavily outside my door last week."
Chloe completely froze. Absolute mortification hit her like a physical blow. Her face burned so hot she felt dizzy.
"She likes watching," Arthur stated, his voice a dark, rumbling velvet.
Roxanne let out a low, husky laugh. Her dark eyes swam with intense, unbridled heat. "Does she now?"
Arthur turned to Chloe. He pointed to a plush, high-backed velvet chair positioned in the corner of the room, offering a perfect, unobstructed view of the leather sofa.
"Sit," Arthur commanded.
Chloe didn’t hesitate. Her legs were shaking so badly she practically collapsed into the velvet cushions. She pulled her cloak off, revealing her pristine white academy uniform, her chest heaving rapidly.
Arthur walked over and stood directly in front of her. He leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests, trapping her.
"Here are the rules, Chloe," Arthur whispered, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "You sit. You watch. You do not look away. And most importantly... you do not touch yourself until I give you permission. Understand?"
"Y-Yes," Chloe whimpered, her core clenching violently at the sheer, overwhelming domination in his voice.
Arthur stood up and turned around.
Roxanne didn’t need to be told twice. She reached behind her back, effortlessly unlacing her tight crimson corset. The heavy garment fell to the floor, freeing her massive, heavy breasts. She kicked off her tavern skirt and peeled down her underwear, standing completely naked.
She was lush and breathtakingly mature. Between her thick thighs was a dark, untamed patch of thick hair—a primal, natural beast-kin trait that made her look incredibly wild in the dim lighting.
Roxanne crawled onto the leather sofa on her hands and knees. She didn’t face Arthur. She turned her body sideways, arching her back deeply so that her heavy breasts hung freely and her wet, glistening center was perfectly displayed for the trembling girl in the velvet chair.
"Look at this, little mouse," Roxanne purred, her voice dripping with venomous, vulgar amusement. "This is how adults have fun. No academy rules. No boring books. Just instinct."
Arthur unbuckled his belt, freeing his heavy, throbbing length. He stepped up behind the kneeling rabbit-kin. He didn’t start slow. He didn’t offer any gentle preparation. He gripped her wide hips, his fingers digging bruisingly into the soft flesh of her thighs, and drove himself to the hilt in one brutal, singular thrust.
Schhhlick.
"F-FUCK!" Roxanne shrieked, her voice cracking as her head threw back. Her long rabbit ears flattened entirely against her skull. "Ahhn! Gods, yes!"
Chloe let out a choked gasp, her hands gripping the velvet armrests so hard her knuckles turned white.
The sensory overload was absolute. The room echoed with the deafening, wet SLAP of Arthur’s hips crashing against Roxanne’s thick thighs.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound was impossibly loud, completely primal. Arthur moved with the rhythmic, heavy intensity of a piston. He reached forward, his large hand wrapping around the base of her fluffy white tail. He yanked it backward, forcing Roxanne to grind back against his relentless thrusts.
"Is this what you wanted to see, little healer?" Roxanne taunted, her voice a breathless, agonizing moan between impacts. "Haa... ah! Look at how deep he is! Look at him breed me!"
Arthur raised his free hand and brought it down hard on Roxanne’s pale ass.
SMACK!
A bright red handprint bloomed instantly across her skin.
"Ahhhh! Fucking hit me again!" Roxanne sobbed, completely losing herself to the raw animalistic pleasure. She ground her hips back wildly, her heavy breasts bouncing violently with every punishing thrust. "Break me, Arthur! Mmph—!"
Chloe was losing her mind.
The heavy, intoxicating smell of beast-kin musk, sweat, and raw sex was suffocating. Her thighs rubbed desperately together. Her academy skirt was hiked up, and her cotton panties were completely soaked through. A thick bead of clear wetness leaked through the fabric, trickling slowly down her inner thigh.
She was absolutely desperate to touch herself. Her fingers twitched on the armrests. But Arthur’s dark, commanding eyes flicked to her every few seconds, silently enforcing his absolute rule.
"Take it, Roxanne," Arthur growled, his voice a guttural rasp that sent shivers straight down Chloe’s spine. He gripped her waist, pulling her entirely off the sofa and forcing her to stand.
He bent her forward over the high armrest of the couch, exposing her completely to Chloe. He pounded into her from behind with fresh, terrifying fervor.
"Ah! Oh gods, Arthur! Ahhnn! Yes!" Roxanne screamed, her nails digging deep into the leather upholstery, tearing the fabric.
Arthur looked past the sobbing rabbit-kin, his dark eyes locking onto the trembling, leaking blonde healer in the chair. Her breathing was ragged, her face flushed crimson, her eyes wide and completely blown out with lust.
"You can touch yourself now, Chloe," Arthur commanded.
The permission shattered her.
Chloe let out a pathetic, desperate whimper. She frantically hiked her pleated skirt up to her waist, shoved her soaked panties aside, and plunged her trembling fingers directly into her slick, swollen folds.
Squellch.
The sound of her own wetness filled her ears. She kept her wide, dilated blue eyes locked entirely on the brutal, animalistic rhythm of Arthur destroying the rabbit-kin, rubbing herself with a frantic, unhinged desperation.
Arthur’s breathing grew incredibly heavy. The muscles in his back and arms coiled tight. He was at the absolute edge.
But he didn’t release inside her.
With a loud, wet pop, Arthur ripped himself out of Roxanne.
He didn’t look at the panting, quivering beast-kin as she collapsed against the sofa. He took two long strides across the room, stopping directly in front of the velvet chair.
Chloe looked up at him, her fingers still frantically working her clit, her lips parted in a desperate, silent plea.
Arthur gripped his thick, glistening length and gave it two hard, commanding strokes.
A heavy, pearly rope of hot cum erupted from him, arching through the air. It splattered directly across Chloe’s left cheek. A second thick rope hit the bridge of her nose, the hot, sticky fluid dragging over her lips and dripping down her chin. A third shot splattered heavily against her collarbone, sliding down into the deep cleavage of her unbuttoned academy uniform.
Chloe froze, her chest heaving as the intense heat of his release burned against her skin. She blinked, completely dazed, the heavy scent of his cum overwhelming her senses.
Behind Arthur, Roxanne pushed herself off the sofa. She was completely naked, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her thighs trembling as she walked over to the velvet chair. Her dark eyes were entirely predatory.
"Let me help you, little girl," Roxanne whispered, a wicked, hungry smile on her lips.
Roxanne knelt directly between Chloe’s spread thighs. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out. She dragged her warm, wet tongue up Chloe’s neck, lapping the thick ropes of cum off her collarbone. She licked a heavy glob right off Chloe’s cheek, her teeth lightly grazing the healer’s soft skin.
"Mmm... sweet," Roxanne teased, swallowing Arthur’s cum before pressing her mouth against Chloe’s ear.
At the same time, Roxanne plunged two long, experienced fingers directly inside Chloe’s soaking wet pussy.
"Ah—! Oh gods!" Chloe shrieked, her back arching violently off the velvet cushions.
Roxanne didn’t hold back. She curled her fingers upward, striking the most sensitive nerve clusters with a jagged, relentless beast-kin rhythm that a human simply couldn’t replicate. Her thumb viciously circled Chloe’s swollen clit, trapping the girl in a blinding vortex of absolute pleasure.
"Haa! Roxanne—! Ahhn! Please!" Chloe sobbed, her head throwing back side to side.
The sensory overload completely broke her. The taste of Arthur’s cum on Roxanne’s tongue, the brutal, unyielding fingering, the sheer psychological weight of her degradation—it was too much.
Chloe’s body turned into a taut bow. Her hips surged upward against Roxanne’s hand, and she erupted.
She didn’t just climax. A heavy, rhythmic fountain of fluid burst from her center, gushing out in thick, hot waves.
"Ahhhhh!" Chloe screamed, her internal muscles clamping down like a vice as she squirted heavily, the clear fluid soaking Roxanne’s hand and pooling massively into the velvet cushions beneath her.
Roxanne pulled her hand back, laughing a deep, throaty, immensely satisfied laugh as she watched the pristine academy healer completely drown in her own release.
"Whoa," Roxanne taunted, her eyes shining as she looked up at Arthur. "It’s a waterfall. She’s completely broken, isn’t she? Just a little, wet, ruined toy."
Chloe lay completely limp in the chair. Her hands hung limply off the armrests. Her face was smeared with cum, her uniform was a ruined mess, and her legs were trembling so violently they wouldn’t close. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath.
Arthur looked down at her, his expression entirely calm and utterly cold. He reached out, running a thumb over her sticky, tear-streaked cheek.
"Good girl," Arthur praised softly.
He pulled back, wiping his thumb on a towel, and began to buckle his armor.
"Clean her up," Arthur ordered Roxanne, completely shifting back into his ruthless, calculating persona. "We’re done here."
Twenty minutes later, Arthur and Chloe stepped out of the heavy wooden doors of The Leaping Stag, back into the freezing, muddy air of the borderlands.
Chloe walked silently beside him, her cloak pulled tight around her shivering body. The cold wind bit at her face, but the fire burning deep in her core didn’t fade. Her thighs felt incredibly weak, and the phantom sensation of the velvet chair still lingered on her skin.
She wasn’t just an innocent academy student anymore. She had crossed a line in that room that could never, ever be uncrossed. She had become an active, willing participant in his shadow.
And as they walked toward the magi-bus station to head back to the academy, Chloe realized, with a terrifying clarity, that she was completely addicted to it.