A random, very short palate cleanser between other offerings. FYI this does not feature sex.
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Thoran lay on his back and broodingly watched the dwindling rain drip over the leaves of his shelter. Like most demons, he was extremely tall and muscular, equipped with the strength and instinct suited to a predator. His form was human, albeit much larger than a common man, with an earthy tinge to his skin-tone that alerted others to his nature.
Though he resided in a cavernous underground, he frequently ventured above land for food, and prey. Lust plagued him often, and he wasted no time scouring for human women. Seduction was an easy feat, though occasionally he encountered enjoyable resistance that was no match for his physical prowess. With handsome features and a mystical magnetism, most women were blindly attracted to him.
At other times, from pure boredom, he liked to wander the natural beauty above his domain. Creatures often sensed his presence and gave him a wide birth. Distinct from the rest of his kind, Thoran's explorations were relatively harmless, so long as no one foolishly antagonised him.
Thoran frowned and curiously sat up as a soft, watery giggle reached his ears. The sweet sound was unfamiliar. Slowly and carefully, he peered through the moist green enclosure.
A nymph unknowingly settled below his ledge, weaving a glistening, silvery web. Thoran eagerly leaned forward, realising it was no ordinary nymph. This one bore a distinct human resemblance that immediately intrigued him. Her girl's blonde hair was sleek and long, with a glowing aura typical of her species.
But her lovely face was sweetly innocent, not pinched and cunning. Her dainty wings were stunted to a third of the usual size. They were very small and delicate, reflecting rainbow as they gleefully fluttered in the light.
A gleaming, midnight-blue material tightly wrapped about her slender figure like a sheer slip. Though her breasts were firmly contained to support nimble movement, they pressed enticingly against the clothing in deliciously rounded curves. Her pale legs were smooth, long and agile, and he wondered how it would feel to stroke his hands down them, and spread them wide.
Thoran smiled with a predatory gleam in his black eyes. He liked pretty things. If it weren't for the wings and unearthly glow about her, he would have presumed she was an extraordinarily beautiful human girl.
Nymphs were mischievous by nature, and spent much of their time creating inconvenient snares for animals and travellers. Though troublemakers, they only sought comical amusement, not harm, and were known to aid creatures and humans in deadly peril.
No doubt this one was in the midst of conjuring an irksome trap, and so happily distracted she had no awareness that danger loomed immediately above her. Thoran paused, slightly amused.
Nymphs were deities, and he was quite puzzled that she was so oblivious to his presence. As her wings colourfully twitched, Thoran slowly dipped a finger into his pocket to trace the smooth edge of a cloth he often carried with him.
The nymph finally twigged something was wrong as Thoran gathered himself into a crouch. Before he leapt, he stared into large, frightened, pale-green eyes, and grinned back at her horrified countenance. An instant later, she vanished into the forest, and he tore after her.
