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Their alliance was a stiff, hesitant one. Percival rarely found himself in the isolated company of the dragon, but he did now. He found her in the library. She was browsing the shelves idly. She looked like a woman now. A woman Percival had never seen before. He had no idea if this woman ever existed, or if she was simply a creation of Raishan’s. She was a beautiful woman of course. Tall with dark hair and sharp features Percival couldn't help but let himself be drawn to. Her deep brown skin had a warm, healthy glow to it, lightly dusted in golden freckles that Percival couldn't even count if he tried. She was slim with a sight tone to her muscles. Overall, she was a handsome, healthy woman.
Percival still couldn't help but be disappointed when he realized he had to make her company. “Good evening, Raishan,” he said in a controlled tone.
“Good evening, Percival,” she said, not evening turning to face him. She didn't need to turn for him to know she was smirking, he could hear it in her voice.
Percival stood tall, his hands clasped behind her back as he watched her browse the shelves. She ran her long, deep green claws over the spines of the books. Percival cringed at the sight, worried for the condition of the covers rather than his own self-preservation. Raishan still didn't look at him. She just continued to silently browse the shelves, not looking for anything in particular, just idly passing the time with something to keep her attention. Percival just didn't know he was what her attention was truly focused on.
“Looking for something?” He asked in a smooth, controlled voice.
“Nothing in particular, no,” she hummed, gently tapping her nails along the covers. It was then that he noticed the little gold embellishments on her fingers. There were several thin little rings adorning her fingers and her nails were covered in it. Of course, dragons loved their gold.
Her voice was smooth as she spoke, smooth and alluring. Percival knew better than to get caught in that honey trap. “Just browsing then?” He asked after a moment of silence.
“If you didn't have any recommendations, then yes,” she said as Percival slowly followed her down the aisle of the library.
“As abundant as Whitestone's library is, I doubt we'd have anything you didn't already know,” Percival said, letting his gaze flicker to the shelves before returning to hers.
Raishan had stopped and turned to face him in that manner of time. It was almost unsettling how silently she moved. It was most definitely unsettling how her emerald green eyes stared at him with a vibrant intensity. He shifted his gaze back to the shelves, raising his hand to the books to run his fingers over some of the split covers. Some of these books were over a hundred years old, and yet she ruined their covers without a second thought. It was infuriating.
“Are you certain of that?” She asked, her voice as smooth and cautious as his own.
“I believe so, I've read nearly every book in this library and I still learned more in real life than I had in the pages of a book,” Percival said as he dropped his hand down from the shelf and to his side.
“I'll have to take your word for it then…” she said, her eyes flickering to the shelves. “I take it you're well read then?”
“Very.”
“Spent a lot of time indoors then? Didn't get out much I assume?”
“My schooling was handled by tutors, I didn't have any reason to even leave the castle walls,” Percival said, his eyes falling to hers once again.
“Ah, simply isolation then?”
“What are you doing?” He asked suddenly.
“Curing my boredom?”
“By?”
“Talking.”
“With me?”
“I find you interesting.”
“You don’t find people interesting.”
“I may,” she smirked up at him. “I definitely find you interesting at the least.”
Percival eyed her hesitantly, thinking over his next words carefully. “I wasn't very social as a child, no, me and my own family weren't very affectionate either. So, I found my own cure for boredom.”
“In what?”
“The Feywild was a rather important topic of interest to me,” he admitted, taking a small step closer to her, daring to close the distance by even a sliver.
She took a step forward as well.
“How was your journey to the Feywild? Everything you ever hoped for?”
“Hardly,” he sneered.
“Oh, reality is often disappointing” she smirked, flashing a sliver of fang his way.
“Trust me, I'm well aware of the terrors reality brings.”
“Yes,” she nodded once, “I heard of your family, tragic really.”
“Do you even care?”
“Not terribly, but I recognize how it affected you. What it made you do,” she said, lifting her hand to tap a claw against the handle of the pepperbox on his hip.
He instinctively set a hand on the handle, just in case she tried to grab it. “So antsy, I wasn't going to do anything,” she chuckled softly. Her voice was warm and soothing, but it only made his skin crawl.
She took a step around him. Percival kept his gaze trained on her the entire time. He turned his head, trying to follow her when he felt a pair of claws drag across his neck. He shivered at the sensation, his chest quivering as she dragged her hands down his shoulder and around his arm As she came to stand in front of him once again. “I was merely… curious. I've never seen a weapon quite like yours before and as far as I'm aware, you created it,” she smiled, keeping her claws caught in the sleeve of his coat on his forearm.
“I had a little inspiration.”
“Oh, I'm sure. Men don't usually create tools of mass destruction without a reason, or at least, without a little push in the right direction.”
“And what do you think of it? What do you think of me?” He dared to ask, sneaking a glance down at her hand before he was suddenly pressed against the shelf, the small of his back digging into the frame of the shelf as he stared down at her.
He let out a soft noise of discomfort as she crowded him against the shelf.
“I think… you are a lot less intelligent than you think you are, Percival,” she hummed with a smirk, her hand resting on the handle of his pepperbox.
He glanced down, seeing her withdraw the firearm from its holster. He swallowed hard, watching as it was pulled free with a soft click. Raishan tipped the balance of the weapon in one hand, feeling how off kilter it was. “Quite heavy… must take a… skilled hand to weild,” she hummed, pointing the tip of the barrel right at his sternum.
Percival felt his chest tighten when he noticed just where it was pointed. He raised his hand, laying it over the mouth of the gun to try and tilt it away from himself. “It is a tool fitted for my usage only, any alterations made would suit the needs of others,” he said as he managed to shift the barrel off to the side so that it was pointing at the wall rather than his chest.
Raishan only stared with a blank expression as she listened to him. “Is it now?” She asked, a hint of emotion in her voice as she dragged the barrel of the gun along his stomach, causing Percy to arch his back slightly.
Percy kept his eyes trained on the firearm, watching as the tip dragged over his navel before sliding back up. He kept his hands limp by his sides, his eyes pinned to the barrel of the gun as it slid over his chest. Percy shivered as he felt the cool metal press against his skin. He tilted his head back against the wall, shivering softly as Raishan dragged the barrel over his Adam's Apple. He swallowed hard. He could feel the bite of the metal pressing into his skin as he did. Raishan watched with what could be an expression of amusement as she brushed his thumb along the hammer of the weapon. She dragged it upwards, only stopping when she pressed the tip under Percy’s chin.
She hummed in satisfaction, watching his reaction closely as she dared to take a step closer, pressing herself against him tightly. Percy tilted his head back, letting his eyes slip shut as Raishan teases the hammer of the weapon. His hands trembled by his sides, but not from fear. “I'm- I'm afraid this may not be having the effect you wished it would,” Percy muttered with a small smirk as the firearm gently traced his jaw.
“I know exactly what kind of effect this is having on you, Percival,” Raishan simply smiled as she dragged the firearm over his cheek. “I've heard stories about how you throw yourself into situation after situation, how you rarely care for your own self-preservation… Its- Its slightly interesting.”
Percival let out a little noise as she traced his cheekbone with the tip of the barrel. He shivered when he heard the familiar click of the hammer being lowered. His chest tightened as he clenched his eyes shut, a rush of adrenaline surging through him as Raishan traced the pepperbox down from his cheek to his lips, pressing it against them as she slid a hand up his side before raking her golden claws down his torso. Percival shivered and parted his lips. He cringed at the taste of old metal on his tongue. It was brassy yet tasted of fresh iron. He could taste the slightest hint of black powder in the barrel as she pushed it past his teeth. He groaned softly, reaching back to grip the shelves as she slipped a hand between his thighs. He bucked his hips up into the touch, moaning softly as she ground her palm against his cock.
Raishan watched with borderline interest, cocking her head slightly as Percival eventually hardened under her hand. “I suspected this might set you off, no wonder why you're constantly running off into danger, you get off on it truly… I could pull this trigger and blow your head to pieces, and you're just taking it,” she chuckled softly as she pushed the barrel in a little deeper, causing the man to gag slightly.
“M-mh-” he groaned, tightening his grip on the shelves as she slipped her hand along his cock, slowly stroking him through his dress pants as her finger teased the trigger.
He could feel the metal digging into the roof of his mouth. It was uncomfortable and so dangerous. She really could pull that trigger at any moment, but she didn’t. It was such a high risk for nothing but the reward of an orgasm that was slightly more satisfying than usual.
Raishan was right.
Percival was not as smart as he thought he was. He whimpered softly, saliva gathering in his mouth and around the barrel as he couldn’t swallow with the Pepperbox lodged into his throat. Raishan pulled her hand away to instead run it through his hair, messing up the neatly styled strands as she raked her claws along his scalp. He only whimpered as she dragged her hand down to cup his cheek. He could feel her claws biting into his skin but he didn't complain. He could only whine as the barrel was pulled free from his mouth. The barrel was slick with spit, his lips still connected to the barrel by a single strand. He panted softly, his eyes fluttering as he stared down at the woman. His glasses were knocked askew and sliding down the bridge of his nose. She looked satisfied as she toyed with the weight of the gun in her hand.
“The weight really is an issue, it must be a drag while aiming,” she said, shifting the firearm's weight in her hand as she kept the barrel tilted up at him.
Oh, Pelor. What a tease she was. Percy kept his eyes trained on the weapon. His jaw ached and the roof of his mouth burned but Gods, was he still aching for more. His cock was screaming for attention and Percy assumed she was purposely neglecting him. Percy sat himself up straight, no longer slouching against the shelves. The hand on his face slid down to his chest, pressing him back against the shelves. “Did I say you could move?” She said in a sharp voice that made Percy double-take.
Never once had she raised his voice at him. It sent a shiver up his spine and he couldn't contain the reaction it had on him. He hesitantly shook his head, his eyes locked on hers.
“Then why did you?” She asked, her tone firm.
He bowed his head, swallowing hard as shame built in his gut. Oh, Pelor, what was he doing? He should not be doing this at all, let alone with Raishan, their sort of ally/sort of enemy. Percy wasn’t sure what he was about to say, but he was cut off by Raishan tilting his head upwards with the tip of the pepperbox. “Look at me when you’re speaking, Percival. You of all people should know it's impolite,” she said, hissing his name as she spoke.
“Apologies…” he said in a soft voice as his eyes met hers, “I- I was just trying to get closer,” he said, shifting his gaze to the floor before swiftly correcting himself and lifting it to meet hers.
“If you want something from me, you use your manners and ask politely, do you understand? I won’t be reminding you again” she asked, gently tapping the pepperbox against his collarbone.
“Yes- absolutely, yes-” he panted softly, his hands grasping the shelves once more as she traced the hollow of his throat with the weapon. “Please,” he muttered.
She took a step closer, pressing the edge of the pepperbox into his throat as she got closer. He heard a soft click of the hammer being struck once more. Damn it, had he even loaded it? He couldn’t recall, especially not with Raishan crowding him against the shelves like this. Oh, fuck- they were in public. Anyone could come along and see them like this. Anyone who came looking for Percy would see her pinning him to the shelves with his own gun pressed against his jaw. Anyone could see him. Anyone. What the fuck was he doing.
Raishan slipped a hand down his chest, sliding in between his thighs once more and beginning to palm his cock through his pants. Percy let out a soft moan of satisfaction as he rocked his hips against her hand. “Oh, look at you, moaning like a greedy little whore when anyone can hear you… you do realize where you are, right, Percival? Do you realize who you’re with?” she teased as she finally slipped her hand into his pants to stroke him properly.
Percy shivered in pleasure and nodded, “mhm…” he hummed as Raishan slipped her hand against his length, watching his face as he rocked his hips into her hand.
“But you don’t care,” she smirked, “you don’t care just as long as you get to feel good, is that right?” she teased as she finally pulled his dick out from his pants, beginning to stroke him properly as she just stared.
“Fuck…” Percy shuttered, sinking back against the shelves and using them for support as twisted her wrist with every stroke.
She still continued to stare, studying his expression as he panted softly. He chewed his bottom lip, trying to keep quiet as she pushed open his coat with the firearm, dragging it across his chest and along his ribs. Percy shivered, digging his teeth into his bottom lip until he drew lip. He whined softly and tilted his head back as Raishan laid the tip of the barrel against his sternum. “I can't figure out if you're just this stupid, or just so suicidal that you get off on the mere idea of dying,” she said while spinning the barrel with a soft click.
Percival only whined softly as she clicked the barrel once more. He shuttered, flinching at the click, assuming it was the familiar click of the trigger but instead it was only the hammer. He let out a sigh of relief, his chest quivering as he pushed the air out of his lungs. Raishan let out a pleased chuckle, her finger teasing the trigger. She smiled, cocking her head to the side as she stared up at him. “You constantly throw yourself into danger… is it the rush of adrenaline or is It the desire to cease? The desire to end?” She asked as she twisted her wrist with every stroke.
“H-hah…” he shivered softly as he hung his head.
“Answer me, Percival,” Raishan said in a firm tone.
He lifted his gaze, “I-I don’t know- I don’t know,” he admitted with a shiver. “I don't know…” he mumbled as he dropped his head once more. “I- fuck-” he cursed, raising his hand and gently gripping her by the forearm as he moaned. “I don’t know- I don’t know… I don’t know…” Percy babbled as he clenched his eyes shut, his legs trembling as he held himself up by gripping the shelves.
She dug the hard metal of the barrel into his sternum. The stinging pain made him gasp softly as he felt an orgasm building in his stomach. He shivered, biting down on his lips to keep quiet as Raishan dragged the pepperbox up his throat. He tightened his grip on the shelves, whimpering softly as she pressed the barrel into his throat. His throat quivered as he took in long, shaky breath. “Shit… fuck- fucking- god damn it-” he hissed, his stomach tightening as he spilled himself all over Raishan’s hand. He panted and moaned, his legs trembling as he forced himself to remain standing.
Raishan only stared up at him as she stroked him through his orgasm. Eventually, the pepperbox was pulled away from his neck and neatly slid back into its holster. Percy was about to speak when suddenly two of Raishan's cum covered fingers slid into his mouth. “Mgh-” he groaned, clenching his eyes shut as he groaned from the taste. He reluctantly, swallowing it all, feeling her claws dig into his tongue from the action.
He could feel her claws slip against his tongue, the taste of copper building in his mouth as she slowly withdrew her hand. She let out an amused little chuckle before gently patting his cheek and pulling away. Percy stood there for a moment, watching walk away. He reached for the pepperbox, making sure it was still there. He sighed in relief before leaning back against the shelves, taking in a deep breath as he cursed. Percy quickly fixed his appearance, doing his belt back up before reaching to smooth out his hair. He cleared his throat, swallowing when he realized how dry it had become. He could still taste his own finish, it was heavy on his tongue. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Why did he just let Raishan do that? He knew why. He did it because it felt good. The rush felt good.
But fuck was it stupid.