A quick fun story in the vein of the last one I submitted, this one about a huntress getting far more than she bargained for while hunting a demoness.
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The forest sighed in the autumn breeze, tasting of frosty promise and long nights. Owls hooted, their wings gliding with a ruffle of feathered beats. Leaves stirred, hissing on outstretched limbs. Water trickled in slow streams fed from the Dragon's Peaks and bubbling springs.
Beneath this nightly chorus, Renee Lanair slipped through the dark, making not a sound. The pine strewn forest floor muffled her moccasin-clad steps. No branch caught her trim leathers. The arrows in her quiver never rattled. Only the shine of her eyes, gleaming in the light of a cream coloured moon, betrayed her.
She stalked. The hunter. The predator. And the trail was warm. The embers of the woodsman's fire had still glowed by his desiccated corpse. She knew she was close. Knew with the intuitive understanding of her prey. Of what they were.
Weeks of tracking would come to fruition. The long stalking of isolated hamlets, its residents wasted, drained of all they were. The men at least. The women were worse. Babbling, moaning, clad in tattered rags, faces drawn with looks of ecstasy. But broken. Wasted in a way worse than their husbands and sons.
But tonight it would end.
The amulet round her throat danced, pulling with the soft magnetic strength towards the infernal power of her prey. She followed its subtle pressure, hidden between her modest breasts. She was lithe. Muscled and slim like the acrobat. Her face was well formed and fair, freckled faintly by the sun. Her hair was the dark colour of fresh turned earth.
She stopped. Listened. Her nostrils flared at a new scent on the wind. The spice of the nameless realms. The scent nothing of the Borderlands or any material realm could mimic. The musk of a succubus.
She growled, drew and arrow and nocked it. Started off. Slowly now. Carefully. Her enemy was cunning. Too many times they had given her the slip. Flew away on wings of shadow before the dawn. But it was the new moon. She would be abroad tonight. She would be hunting.
Oh and she was good. As good as Renee herself, though her prey was different. The lonely. The licentious. Any who would fall to the charms of a full breasted body and welcome arms, who desired more than they feared her golden eyes and spaded tail. And in truth, there were few, very few, who could resist the charm of a succubus.
When Renee found the old trail blazed through the dark she could barely believe her luck. She grinned beneath her mask and hastened down the trail. Soon enough she made out the lonely cave yawning into the night. A darker blackness against the rough hills.
But here Renee slowed. She needed caution now. Crouching, her soft footsteps ferrying her nearer, she drew back the bowstring, feeling the tension of it. The mantra of the huntress passed her lips in an attempt to calm her thudding heart. She had near reached the edge of the woods when something made her stop. Crouch lower among the cover of the leaves, and listen. Listen to the leaves stirring in the wind. The chatter of the beast.
And the slow, steady beat of leathery wings.
She caught her breath, held it as, framed against the white fullness of the moon, a winged form descended from the sky. Lightly, hooved feet touched down on the glade. For an instant, there was the perfect shot. The succubus framed by the fullness of the moon, her achingly perfect breasts stark, nipples dark points in flawless crimson flesh. A long tail that twirled like a whip in the air above a firm, rounded bum. She was naked as sin, as wicked as it too, and just as tempting. Her dark hair fell from a crown of curling horns. Her eyes were yellow like a cat's and lips pouty and black. She smiled, tossed her hair, and then slipped into the cave.
Renee caught her breath. Cursed herself. That was the shot! The perfect one and she failed to take it. Damn the demon's glamour! Still, perhaps all was not lost. Even as she felt lust pool in her stomach and burn through her like the sweetest wine, she resolved not to let the demon catch her again. Quick. Sharp. An arrow to her heart would end the demon, even if the sun did not.
She waited a moment, assuring herself the demon wouldn't leave, and giving her blood time to cool. Then, she slipped across the shadows between her and the cave. She peered over the edge of the rocks, and saw the darkness of the cave. Her eyes adjusted, making out the sultry form of the demoness. She rushed in, raised her bow.
The floor flashed red. Threads of magic spun, grabbing her arms and legs. She screamed, pulled down to her knees, arms gripped tight in the red ropes. She pulled uselessly. On the opposite side of the cave, the succubus clapped her hands in delight.
"Oh goody," she tittered softly. "A visitor. How unexpected."
Renee tensed, strained. She spotted the spell trap then, glowing in a ring all around her, and cursed. How could she have been so stupid!
The succubus rose from her seat, cat-like. She strutted across the room, every step accentuated with a roll of her hip. Her golden eyes gleaming with wicked delight as she reached Renee.
"Ohhh," the succubus purred as she stroked the huntress's arms, feeling the whipcord muscles beneath her clothes. "How strong! And what a lovely piece of company for me on this lonely night."
Her touch sparked across the huntress's flesh. Renee tensed even more as the succubus slipped behind her. The demoness leaned against her back, firm breasts pressing against her. She gasped as the demon wound her arms around her and cupped the human's own modest tits.
"Mmmm," the demon purred, her breath washing over Renee's neck. Her fingers undoing the threads which held the huntress's shirt shut. "Not bad sweetie. Not bad at all. But we have got to give the girls room to breathe. Hmm?"
Renee winced as her shirt fell open, her breasts bared to the cool night air. Her medallion fell free, dangling. "Oh? What's this
vyxsilias
!" the succubus swore in her own foul tongue, snatching back fingers smoking from contact with the relic. Renee's amusement was short lived as the succubus reached up and lifted away the leather thong the amulet dangled from. "Naughty girl," the demoness said, tossing the amulet aside to clatter in a corner. She stepped back and flicked her fingers. The shining threads winding from the circle twisted round Renee's wrists, pulling her arms back so her naked breasts were thrust out wantonly.
"There we are," the succubus giggled, her hands slipping about Renee's chest and stroking her naked tits. Renee arched, biting her lip to hold back the moan. The demon's touch left lingering hint. A tingling sensitivity that seemed to bleed through her body and gather at her quim.
"Feels good doesn't it?" the succubus whispered, her hands stroking the huntress's breasts.
"N-no," Renee bit out.
