Cat and King

Repost­ing this yet again.

Fic Title: Cat and King
Rat­ing: R
Char­ac­ters: Rita Skeeter, Orig­i­nal Male Char­ac­ter
Leg­nth: 555 words (exactly )
Sum­mary: “Rita mine, dat­ing old blood…I don’t like what the world’s com­ing to, but I like that.”

“Imag­ine what my dam would say,” Rita found her­self say­ing, after. “Why, she’d crow. ‘Rita mine, dat­ing old blood,’ she’d say. ‘I don’t like what the world’s com­ing to, but I like that.’ ” Rita snorted. “Cow.”

“Dat­ing?” Ian said, spread­ing a slick hand on her left breast. “Debauch­ing, I’d call it.”

“As if you need any,” Rita said, rolling her eyes. She bit back the silly thing she’d wanted to say, about how she liked what her world was com­ing to, that she was dat­ing— debauch­ing, fuck­ing him. There were few sweet things in life. This was one of them.

Still, she didn’t say it. Instead, she smiled at him wickedly. “She wouldn’t know what to make of you, really,” she said, trail­ing her hand up to his own, which was now slowly squeez­ing her breast. “She’d wor­ship you, but keep away. Until, of course, you cheated on me. I doubt my mother would give up the hon­our of scold­ing a Tat­ting for any­thing short of a mur­der of galleons.”

A pause ensued, in which Ian chuck­led and pressed closer to her. But the friv­o­lous answer Rita had been expect­ing did not quite come. Instead, Ian’s tone was almost seri­ous. “What makes you think I’ll cheat on you?”

“Rich, young and hand­some,” Rita said, care­ful to keep her tone light as she turned over to face him. “First is rea­son enough. And of course, we have…” she squeezed his slowly hard­en­ing cock “…this.”

Ian laughed then. Yet, still, a strange look was on his face. “You have to know I wouldn’t dare. By rea­son of your profession.”

“Ah,” Rita said, smil­ing, “I’m the cat who may look at her king, eh?”

“The cat,” Ian said, “with access to a print­ing press.” His leg snaked around hers, bring­ing them closer. “A press that makes the gospel of the wiz­ard­ing world.”

“You put it so charm­ingly,” Rita said. She blushed a lit­tle in her head— her voice was lit­tle more than a moan now. “Well, you shall have to be faithful.”

“And what about you?” Ian urged, his voice low. “A king may look at a cat. No?” Rita moaned as he slid into her. Sweet, that, so sweet— “The cat should also be faith­ful. Yes?” He kissed her. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” Rita said, shortly. Blasted boy couldn’t just be quiet and move those fuck­ing hips…oh, wait. He could. Didn’t even come first, either. He was too busy smil­ing at her, like some kind of young shark. Rita shrugged and helped her­self to the mouth­ful of cock she was hap­pily get­ting used to, but she found it dif­fi­cult to ignore the odd look in his eyes after­wards, mesh­ing strangely with the sated smile. “What?” she finally asked, try­ing not to be defensive.

He touched her nip­ple, very gen­tly. Some­how, that made her feel better.

Of course, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, so it went away right quick. “A king may look at a cat,” Ian sighed, look­ing at her. Rita laughed at him until he laughed with her. But as they lay together in the dark­ness of the strange room, she found her­self won­der­ing if even his laugh hadn’t had some­thing of the shark about it too.

Sigh­ing, she closed her eyes. Very def­i­nitely not, then— her days of play­ing the hunted were well over.

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