Part 2 : Don’t Call Me Little!
Tags : Vanilla, Dragonboy Shota, Succubus Dog Girl

Petyr was skulking in a bar opposite one of the city’s mansions. The Steinburg family was loaded. Enough gold to make a dragon green with envy, straight through his red scales. Walls ten feet tall and rimmed with broken glass. Guards patrolling at random. Enchanted lanterns slowly floated around the perimeter, dancing shadows against the bushes and trees. The front gate was an inch thick of iron. And guard dogs slept in all the shadows.

With the right gloves he could scale the wall. Lanterns were just a matter of timing. Getting past the guards was a matter of getting in the window fast enough. Dogs wouldn’t be an issue, animals know better than to bother a superior being. Escape would be a matter of speed. All things he could do, but would be dangerous. His master, Uncle Oliver, had taught him safer methods.

The nobles had a daughter about his age, Clara. Rebellious little tomboy who wanted to get away from her parents. He’d seen her before, and was looking at her now. She didn’t realize it, but she was the only person in the room with combed hair, made her stand out like sore thumb. Her hair being bright red didn’t help either. Petyr sipped his mead and waited. She had a number of friends from around town with her, laughing and sipping wine like it was some great taboo.

Petyr slammed his mead and glanced around the various corners and alcoves of the bar. Through the mess of hooded heads passing hushed tails of raiders, demons, and crusades, there was one person he was looking for other than Little Miss Steinburg. He spotted the grizzled veteran about five strides away from her. An untouched mead was on his table, he was only picking at a chicken breast the cook had sent him, eyes locked on Clara. Whether the parents knew of their child’s transgressions, her bodyguard Orry certainly knew.

When one of her friends ran by to make it to the restroom, he grabbed her sleeve. He didn’t bother looking up all the way, so the top of his face was hidden by his hood. But she could see his practiced, gentle smile. “Check behind the fireplace, near the door. Not as free as you thought you were?”

“What are you?” she began to ask before seeing Orry and quickly ducking her head back down.

“Hard to be free if you’re under constant supervision, isn’t it? If you want some help, order a Dragon’s Milk,” he whispered before letting her go and going back to his empty drink. The girl stood there for a moment, before running off to the restroom. A moment later, she was back with her friends, and Clara shot up her hand and loudly ordered a Dragon’s Milk.

Right on cue, a beggar Petyr had paid ten gold stood up and shouted something unintelligible about ‘darn muckled land gnomes’ and launched his drink strait at Orry’s head. The guard immediately jumped to his feet, and half a dozen thugs in the bar reflexively drew daggers. The pack of girls slipped out of their seats as did Petyr. They started moving towards the back, and he slipped in with them, gently taking Clara’s hand and guiding her out the back. Once they were in the alley they started running.

“Hold on, hold on, where are we going?” Clara shouted as he guided them through alley after alley.

Petyr slowed to a stop and turned around. He slid his hood back, revealing his horns and smiled as big as he could. “Relax, I’m just taking you to the main plaza. But this way the guards won’t see us. Trust me, I know what it’s like to be under watch all day and night because of who you are,” he said. Perhaps she had drunk quite a bit of wine, because she blushed. Maybe she just wasn’t used to guys her age taking charge.

“Clara, hold on, he’s a dragonborn. They’re criminals you know,” one of her friends whispered. Petyr gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep smiling. “Let’s go back to Orry. We didn’t think about this at all. He wasn’t causing us any trouble.”

Clara stared at him for a moment, and he slowly stepped back and waved her over. She planted her hands on her hips and shoved her nose in the air. “He doesn’t look like a criminal to me, and we’re going somewhere public, so what can he do? I for one refuse to live in the bubble of fear my parents created around me.” Her friends glanced at each other and slowly backed off.

Ten minutes later, it was just the two of them, alone at the plaza. The sun was down, but one baker here specialized in sweets, so the two of them sat down in front. He’d practiced this before. He laughed at the right things, got her the right sweets. The first kiss was on the edge of the fountain. It wasn’t long before he led her over to another bar for more drinks. He made sure to keep things moving fast, keep her from thinking things out.

	The two of them kissed in the back of the bar, and he made his next move, slipping his tongue between their lips. Hers immediately joined his, expertly playing with it, before she seemed to catch herself and pull away blushing. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

She smiled and hid her face. “Maybe.”

“Isn’t that dangerous for someone like you?”

“I like the risk,” she answered, leaning back on the table so close that their breaths were mingling. Thoughts of selling her body off to the various traffickers he knew ran through his mind, carrying with them the sacks upon sacks of gold he would get. But he had his mind set on something bigger.

“Then let’s get a room before Orry shows back up,” he offered, and a moment later they were latching the door behind them. His hands slid around her waist to start untying her dress as she grabbed at his buckles to start removing his belts. When his weapon belt hit the ground, she stopped to glance down at it. She smiled and licked her lips.

When he pushed forward to press his lips against hers, her hands slid up to brush his hood back, pausing on his horns, feeling the curvature as they sloped back from his forehead to blunt points. He pulled away from her body for a moment to drop her dress to the floor. “We’re supposed to finish at the same time you know,” she said as she focused on tugging his leather jerkin off, pulling his doublet with it. Petyr kicked his boots off as she shimmied the shirt off him, and grabbed her by the waist, tossing her up on the bed so he could crawl atop her.

He gently tugged her panties, soft white cotton, down over her hips and down her legs. He purposefully let his claws tickle her skin, sending shivers through her body as she pulled off her bra. “Why are your claws trimmed on only one hand?”

Petyr stopped, his mind blanked out for a moment by the question. The real reason was because he couldn’t hold a lockpick with his claws in the way. “Can’t fit my hand in a sword glove if I don’t,” he answered as he got up on his knees, straddling over her. “Shall I show you my swordplay?” he asked, pulling his cock out of his pants and presenting it above her.

Clara giggled. “I’d love to see your um, knife play,” she answered, tossing her bra aside with one hand and rubbing the other over her slit. She spread her lips wide, revealing her wet, pink insides.

“I’ll show you knife play,” he grumbled as he leaned down on his elbows. The two of them made eye contact as he lowered his hips to hers. His draconic eyes were reflective, like an animals, and the light seemed to entrance her. He glanced away first, just before putting his tip to her slit. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready since we were in the room,” she whispered back. Petyr nodded and pushed inside her. He was a small man, and relatively inexperienced, but had something he knew he could count on, something no human hand. As the tip of his rigid member pushed inside her, the soft barbs and ridges grinded against her, scraping and moving in ways only he could do. Clara moaned and clenched down on him as he pulled back.

When she didn’t show any signs of pain, he set his pace. Thrusting in and out of her, he rocked his hips against her. The straw cushioning of the bed was soon broken down as he pistoned in and out of her. His tail shot up in the air, waving back and forth as he started moving faster. Clara moaned and stretched her arms out over her head, leaning to the side and revealing her neck to him. Taking the hint, he leaned down and started planting kisses up and down her nape as he fucked her. The smell of her perfume flooded his nose with lilacs, but he could taste the thin film of sweat that was beading on her body from the warmth of their entwinement. 

Then he started getting more vigorous, jerking forward and slamming his hips against her, burying every inch of his manhood inside her. He started moving faster and faster as he fought against his own self-control. Clara squeezed down on him, moaning as her body bounced with every thrust. Her back arched into the air, pressing her jiggling breasts up against his chest.

Petyr bit his lip and tried to hold on as long as he could, but he knew he couldn’t finish inside a noble. At the last possible moment, he pulled out of her, flopping his cock on her belly and grabbing hold of it. Clara shuddered at the sudden removal, but he wasn’t sure if she actually came. He had barely taken hold of it when he came, spraying thick ropes of cum across her belly and the underside of her breasts. He grunted in pleasure as she sighed, glancing down at the warm lines across her body.

The dragonborn rolled over to her side, collapsing on the bed next to her. He was breathing so hard, he was shaking the bed. “How was that?”

“You certainly, tried your best,” she answered carefully as she put a hand between her legs and started fingering herself. 

Petyr scowled, but then blinking light start intermittently filling the room. Both of them sat up and looked around, trying to find the source of it. It took them a moment to realize it was coming from Clara’s discarded dress. She jumped off the bed and crawled over to it, pulling out a small crystal and holding it to her ear. “Lily here,” she said as her body shimmered and rippled.

Petyr’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he watched Clara’s small frame grow. Her ass plumped up and a blonde dog tail sprang from her back. Her red hair turned gold as well, and even her feet changed into paws. “I should have known something was up,” he growled as she listened to the crystal. He jumped to his feet, dashing over and grabbing his daggers off the ground.

‘Clara’ watched him idly and kept talking on the magic device. “Yeah yeah, I was just having some fun with him first. It’s kind of in the job description you know,” she said before flinching back from the device. “Alright alright, no need to yell Pandora. I’ll tell him,” she said before dropping the crystal back on top of her dress. “Yo Piko Junior. Your mother wants you back in the lair. It’s time for a family reunion. Daedalus says hi too.”

Petyr groaned. “Couldn’t you have just told me that?” he asked as she rolled over and spread her legs.

“Oh, but then we wouldn’t have had so much fun. By the way, that totally wouldn’t have worked on the real Clara. I can give you some pointers if you’d like. It’s kind of my trade,” Lily explained as she ran her fingers over her slit.

Petyr sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Yeah sure, fire away.”