The Door into Where?

[charisstoma]

Title: The Door in the Field
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2130
Yes there's sex under the influence


It was a grassy woodland field complete with rocks piled up on one side and… an ornately decorated paneled door with glazed pane windows on the upper half. Why would anyone put such a thing here? There was nothing behind it when viewed from the side, what he could see not wanting to get closer to the thing, just more of the rough field with backdrop of trees.

“Looks interesting,” was said behind him. “Get closer.”

Without turning to see what the voice was behind him, “No. You want to get closer to it, then you go inspect it. I’ll just stay here and probably leave soon after.” He felt rather than heard a body move behind him, though how he knew he wasn’t sure. There was no touch of movement in the air, nor to his person.

”You know you want to discover what it is. I’ll be right behind you,” was said encouragingly almost in his ear, a hint of amusement underlying in the voice.

“Again; if you’re curious then be my guest.”

“Excellent,” was purred, “I believe I will.”

The purr was his, usurped by whoever was behind him. Oracle was the familiar here and if the voice behind him had been another familiar, than he would have sensed him when the presence had first spoken.

“I believe that I’ll just leave you to your activities then. I’ve better things to do with my time.” Without turning towards whatever was behind him, he walked away at a tangent from the door, the sight of the rocks visible on the edge of his vision.

Laughter answered him and an arm looped around his waist drawing him back against a hard body. His arms were caught in that encirclement and the breath of the laughter stirred his hair from a higher angled mouth than his own.

“But you did give me permission. Be my guest you said.” A rubbing of skin against his temple accompanied the amused words, “but I think you’ll be my guest. I have accommodations that I’m sure you will enjoy. It’s difficult to lure a familiar,” there was a cough, “or I should say seduce a familiar without the proper inducements to make them pliable.”

Oracle felt the sharp teeth latch onto his nape freezing his ability to struggle. His feet left the ground, body lifted by the arm around his waist and the solid strides as they moved to and through the door.
What happened through that doorway he wasn’t sure. After the silk blindfold came over his eyes and the scent of catnip enclosed him, it all became hazy.

Later when he woke in his bed, he wasn’t even sure it wasn’t all a dream, one filled with intensely erotic pleasure. His ass didn’t feel different, no sore stretched muscles well used that he’d heard his friends talk of, though his mouth did have a taste foreign to his normal morning breath. Was it all a dream?

It took him a few minutes to talk himself out of trying to think of how to crawl back into that dream and his cock was definitely interested. Later, for his own curiosity he’d have to see if he could retrace his steps and find that door in the grassy field, if it existed, just to see if there really was a door, and nothing else he told himself.

The new school year’s class prep intervened, meetings, orientations, and friends pulling him out to parties that he left early before things had really started. He wasn’t interested in the effect of nip brownies on his libido, nor did he want to get pregnant because of it. The clowder appointed guardian had warned him and the rest of the kindle about that before they left to their various futures. Oracle had been the only one to choose the academy route, many of the others deciding to seek a wizard partner in less academic locales. He’d escape this weekend to search out the door, he promised himself, if it was still there, if it had even existed.

He sighed, opening the notice in his letterbox from the head office. Plans for the weekend would have to wait. He’d been assigned a change of room and an upperclassman roommate that was new to the academy but would be interested in exploring compatibility with him as his familiar. There wasn’t much other than the room number. No name. Oracle restrained a growl. He knew the academy was only looking out for his best interests but he did want to try the classes the wizards were taking as well as the ones offered to familiars. He had a plan, a career as a freelance familiar. He’d have to explain that to his new roommate.

With a sigh he started packing, leaving the bed for last. He was going to sleep, in his own bed, in his own sheets, in his own room for as long as possible. They hadn’t said how soon he had to vacate his current room.. yet, and in the meantime he could scout out his new room’s location and maybe the name on the door of his wizard roommate. He really hoped that he wasn’t going to be relegated to a traditional ‘cat bed’.

Iancu Zaneb, read the name below the room number, like it needed one, when he found it. Whoever this wizard was they had money or influence or both because the room was one of the turret rooms at the top of the tower, for hiss sake. He was going to have a cardio workout from climbing stairs on a daily basis. For a bit he wondered if he broke a leg or hurt a paw if he could get out of moving from his current room.

“No. feigning an injury will not get you out of relocating into our room. I can carry you around or better yet, magic you up here. Speaking of which, all your things are inside. I took the initiative to move your boxes,” was purred.

“You… you moved my things!?” Oracle just barely restrained a hiss at the end. “And my sheets. Did you get them up here too?”

“They are currently out for washing but they won’t be needed.”

“Why?! And don’t even think that I’m going to sleep in a cat bed!”

“Of course not, little familiar. My bed is big enough for the both of us. Whether you want to sleep in your cat form or human form is entirely up to you,” again with the purring and a smile that revealed a hint of fangs.

“Um, what are you? Not a vampire, are you?”

The smile stretched, “Djinn.”

“Fuck.”

The “when and if you’re willing,” did not ease Oracle’s nerves.

“I don’t want to get pregnant and a relationship based only on sex isn’t what I’ve got planned for my life.”

“Come in and I’ll help you unpack and distribute your things and we can discuss things,” he paused and added, “negotiate our possible future together. What did you have planned for your future?”

Taking a deep steadying breath, Oracle stepped over the threshold into the room, or rather suite. “Holy Catnip. It’s like one of those photos of expensive hotels.”

There were seating areas for having group conversations or lounging around draped along the back of couches, a study with a library and an extra desk. The bedroom looked huge with a bed that had bedposts and slatted head and baseboards.

“There’s a very nice bath as well. A tub with room for more than one person in it and the separate shower has a thermostatic shower system with handheld showerhead, 6 body sprays, rainfall and waterfall features that massages from multiple angles. And ... it has a large all glass enclosure so the view can be appreciated.”

If the man purred one more time, Oracle thought…. “I’m thinking of a career as a freelance familiar.”

“We’ll see. I’m planning on joining the faculty here after I finish my treatise.”

“So you’ll only have me for this academic class year?”

Ianscu grinned, “let’s make that decision when we get to it. I am thinking of a possible more stable arrangement, long term.”

“Long term?”

“Long term.”

“Define stable and long term.”

“We’ll work on that.”

“What do you mean we’ll work on that?”

“Let’s see if this answers all your questions,” Oracle heard just before his vision was limited by Ianscu’s lips descending onto his own and he lost the whole of the questions he was asking.

“Any more questions?”

His, “Questions?,” didn’t make sense even to him. The rest of the day and part of the next morning was a revisiting of the day of his supposed dream and that strange door in the grassy field. This time he woke and groaned. There had definitely been sex but, “my mouth doesn’t taste like before,” surprised a laugh from the other half of the bed.

“Do you want me to make it feel better?” was asked.

Oracle’s “There’s better?” resulted in another laugh that ended in that purr. It’s difficult to smother a djinn with a pillow but he gave it a good try.

When most of the feathers had settled, Oracle leaned back against Ianscu and surveyed the last bits of down as they floated bedward with satisfaction. “That can’t be my pillow. Mine’s not stuffed with down.”

A kiss was dropped on Oracle’s head. “I’ll put it back together later. How do you feel?”

“There are parts of me that remember where you’ve been. So catnip, the first time?”

“Uh huh. Wanted to see if you could fit me into your life without raising your hopes.”

“I hate to tell you this but my ass is not my life. Did you use a prophylactic or am I going to get pregnant and have to marry you or something.”

“My parents and siblings will love to baby or kitten sit when we need a break from the scamper of little feet or paws but I took a draught for prevention of that happening this and last time and WE will be married when you think you’re ready. In the meantime I get to drink the milk without paying for the cow and the milk is very tasty.”

Oracle seriously considered the feasibility of stealing the pillow behind Ianscu’s back before he asked, “Did I drink the milk the first time? My mouth tasted ‘different’ the morning after.” He stopped, seeing Ianscu’s smug smile.

“You were quite enthusiastic and your tongue drawing out of my cream...” he hummed in appreciation. “Had to get you started with the slight enticement of ice cream,” he shivered, “but once you started...”

“Wish I could remember it,” Oracle bemoaned, “my first time giving a blow job and I don’t remember any of it.”

“Saving yourself for me,” Ianscu nodded. “That happens a lot with djinn mates, predetermined mates anyway. There’s no interest for anyone else.” He smiled, “we can recreate the experience for you right now, I have some ice cream in the freezer.”

A doubtful look came over Oracle’s face before it scrunched up with disgust, “ eww. I know where that cock has been and it’s not getting any ice cream before it’s sterilized first.”

“And in your cat form do you not lick your own butt?“ was asked way too smugly.

“Not going to happen.”

“Then lets try something else. I’ll go get the ice cream. Think I’ve got chocolate as well as vanilla and if not there’s always magic. Wait here.”
Oracle’s, “Ianscu, no,” had the djinn laughing as he disappeared and quickly reappeared with a mostly melted bowl of chocolate ice cream.

“We’ll try the vanilla another time,” and patted Oracle’s ass to get him to turn over. “Grasp the slats and the ties will hold you in place. You’ll find it difficult holding still. Something you won’t remember from last time but djinn have very long prehensile tongues. Bottoms up. I think I’ve found my favorite is chocolate ice cream.”

Ianscu laughed hard at Oracle’s panicked face then turned him over and dribbling the ice cream down onto sensitive flesh proceeded to apply his mouth to Oracle’s cock, occasionally reapplying between heated suckling kisses, some of them on Oracle’s mouth.

Much, much later, when Oracle could speak again, “Did you have your tongue in my ass last time?”

“No love. That’s a first we haven’t tried yet.”

Oracle’s “YET?!” had him laughing as he adjusted his position and pushed into the still lube and semen slicked ass of his mildly disturbed yet purring mate. He wasn’t sure; if their children turned out to be familiars; if they’d need to discuss the mechanics of kitten bottom cleaning or if that came naturally.

Comments

[mee_eep]

soooooo write it?

[charisstoma]

Done.
Written.
Nip sex.

I blame the story I last read for the catnip influenced, questionably consensual sex.

[mee_eep]

ooooo you wrote djinn-familiar fic :D