Deker had been traveling for days without sleep, his nighlock half gave him the stamina to stay alert for extended periods without rest. It was his curse to wander the mortal plane until his thirst for the ultimate duel was quenched. Deker's existence was not one of desperation, but of stagnation. He only had one want in his entire existence.
He walked wearily through the serene forest on a sunny morning. He had been in that spot hundreds of times through hundreds of years. Nothing at this point could surprise him, or so he thought. A sound caught his ear, something relatively unfamiliar. A rhythmic splashing, not frantic like a downing animal, but softer. He instantly was on his guard, and craned his neck to see the origin of the sound. For the first time in a century, Deker was caught off guard.
In the pond in front of him was a beautiful young woman. Her blonde hair braided into pig tails. As she walked towards shore, Deker realized that she was naked. She slowly exited the water. As she made her way to shore, he noticed the water flowing off her neck, down to her small pert breasts, beads of water seeming to freeze to her small pink areolas, which had a slight upturn. The water continued to flow down her toned flat stomach, and drip down her smooth, shaven hint of a labia. Her girlish hips flared out slightly to meet her thin, smooth legs. Deker felt a lump in his throat. The only thing beside blood lust he had felt for some time. Maybe there were two things Deker craved.
The girl laid out on a rock to let the sun dry. Deker contemplated walking away, but his feet would not move. He could not take his eyes off of this vision of beauty. Almost unconsciously he took a step forward, and a twig snapped beneath his boot. The girl looked up instantly, as Deker met her gaze, a look of almost fear in his eyes. After a second of shock, the young woman gave him a warm smile. This took Deker by surprise. She stood up.
"Hello," she said cheerily. Deker noticed she made no attempt to hide her body.
Deker didn't know how to respond at first. After swallowing hard, he mustered a reply.
"You shouldn't be here. These woods are dangerous."
The girl walked towards him until there was almost no space between them. She began unraveling the tie to his shirt.
"Well," the girl said. "I guess I'm going to need a big strong warrior to protect me."
Deker's mind was clouded with the vision before him. She sensed his hesitation and decided to help him out. She took his hand and placed it firmly on her sweet little vagina.
"What...What is your name?" Deker managed to stutter.
"Mmm...Emily," the girl moaned.