The air in Ignis's apartment was thick, hot, and heavy with pheromones, the aggressive, musky scent of the Dragon King's lust and the sharp, coppery scent of Kaelan's raw rage and humiliation. Kaelan was still kneeling on the carpet, naked save for the uncontrollable, lashing black tail that betrayed his utter defeat.
Ignis was standing over him, his golden eyes blazing with triumphant desire, a trickle of blood drying beneath his nose. His earlier, playful amusement was gone, replaced by a terrifying, concrete declaration of ownership.
"You speak of pride," Ignis had just finished saying, his voice a low, burning promise. "I look forward to watching you try."
Kaelan, still paralyzed by the sheer audacity of the final magic and his own mortified nudity, finally found the strength to move. He was furious, a white-hot, singular rage that demanded immediate, physical escape.
He scrambled backward, dragging his legs, desperate to put distance between himself and the towering, arrogant Dragon King. His eyes, darting frantically, suddenly dropped below Ignis's waist.
The casual grey student hoodie and jeans Ignis wore did little to conceal the effect Kaelan's sudden, naked vulnerability had on the Dragon King. Ignis was hard, impossibly, unashamedly, rock-hard. The evidence of his perverse lust was pressing visibly and violently against the denim.
The sight hit Kaelan with the force of a physical blow. The shame and outrage of the magical shift, the unwanted touch, and the forced intimacy coalesced into an overwhelming wave of pure disgust. It was a total violation, not only had Ignis claimed his body with magic, but he was actively, physically excited by Kaelan's terror and nudity. ( oh god ).
A strangled sound of utter revulsion tore from Kaelan's throat.
"You are disgusting!" Kaelan choked out, his voice hoarse, his face a furious crimson. "You are a pervert! I hate you! You narcissistic, hard-on-wearing monstrosity!"
The sight of Ignis's blatant arousal completely superseded Kaelan's fear. He abandoned the attempt at dignified retreat. His survival instinct, driven by his lifelong aversion to touch and intimacy, took over.
He lunged for the floor, snatching up the damp bath towel he'd dropped during his transformation. He scrambled to his feet, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist, tucking the end in with jerky, trembling fingers. He didn't care that it was haphazard; he only cared about covering himself and escaping the terrifying proximity of the Dragon King.
Before Ignis could move, Kaelan was at the door, pulling the damaged wood open with a desperate yank.
"I will burn your kingdom to the ground!" Kaelan spat out, aiming one last, purely livid glare at Ignis. "You will regret this! You scaly, aroused lizard!"
And then he was gone, bolting into the silent, dim hallway, his bare feet slapping against the linoleum, his fluffy black tail streaming out behind him like a banner of pure, spectacular fury. He ran the three steps across the hall, slammed his own door open, and threw himself inside, ramming his body against the wood to force it shut.
He didn't bother to lock it. He simply stood there, chest heaving, listening to the frantic, panicked beat of his own heart, the scent of ozone clinging to his skin like a curse.
Back in apartment 303, Ignis was left alone. He stood in the center of the room, his golden eyes staring at the space where Kaelan had been, the sheer, irate defiance of the human student still palpable in the air.
Ignis let out a slow, heavy breath, his lips curving into a deep, smug smirk.
"Such a runner," Ignis murmured, his voice thick with amusement and pride.
He took a slow step toward the hallway, his gaze tracing the path of Kaelan's furious retreat. He saw the dark, damp footprints left by Kaelan's bare feet and the damp trail left by the thick, splendid tail.
The image of Kaelan kneeling, naked, shaking with rage, the sheer beauty of his human form juxtaposed with the magnificent, animalistic tail and the flash of his full panther form flashed through Ignis's mind again. He remembered every detail of Kaelan's body, the slender waist, the tense muscles, the sheer vulnerability of his flustered nudity.
The memory was immediate and potent.
The single trickle of blood beneath Ignis's nose suddenly became a torrent. Two new streams of blood erupted from his nostrils, soaking the front of his casual grey hoodie. The intense rush of lust and possessive desire was so strong it was almost dizzying.
Ignis barely noticed the mess. He didn't care about the indignity of a nosebleed; he was a Dragon King, and the physical manifestation of his lust was a delightful proof of Kaelan's effect on him.
"You are a magnificent prize, Kaelan," Ignis whispered to the closed door across the hall, the blood staining his chin. "You are worth every effort. Every little enraged struggle."
He finally walked to his kitchen, grabbing a handful of paper towels to stem the flow. As he dabbed the blood, his smile returned, laced with a fresh wave of arrogant, triumphant planning.
Kaelan was trapped. He was livid, ashamed, and physically disgusted, but his shifter form was permanently anchored, and his emotional state was now Ignis's plaything. The panther was awake, and the Dragon King was ready to start training his new pet.
He needed to give Kaelan space, but only for a moment. Just long enough for the exhaustion to set in, for the shame to simmer, and for Kaelan to realize the terrifying gravity of his new reality.
Ignis poured himself a fresh mug of coffee, his eyes still glittering with possessive hunger. "The subtle approach is over," he murmured, looking at the door. "Now, we move to the royal decree."
And all this happened in a single day at night, day and night for ignis , days were almost the same thing, he could greet people with a good morning while in the middle of the night, is he even normal? ( of course not he isn't)
Ignis grins as more blood wet his hoodie.