Ahri felt a burning need within her. She tried to attribute it to being aroused, but she knew that wasn't entirely true. It had been so long since she had fed off of the life essence of anyone. It was a dangerous activity, for anyone unfortunate enough to fall victim to her charm. The magic within her was the source of this need. Ahri wielded incredible power, but there were times when the power wielded her.

An unseen hand puppeteering her from within - the magic had a will of its own. Each day it grew harder not to give in to the temptation. She had been avoiding humans entirely, becoming more of a recluse as the compulsion grew more intense. But the Vastaya knew she could not restrain herself for much longer, and she feared that if she did not make the decision to feed, the decision would be made for her.

It was through this reasoning that she found herself at an inn in the center of a small town. The town had many different names, none of which were official. It was built on the crossroads of a well-known trading route, with a river no further than fifteen meters from the outermost structures. It was frequented by many, and there were always new faces. Faces that Ahri knew wouldn't be missed, if the worst happened.

For a long time, it was her hunting ground. She had preyed many men and women who had far more than one too many pints to drink, and while many of them had left seemingly unharmed, there were plenty who hadn't survived her supernatural harvest. To her shame, it was the ones she killed that gave her the most satisfaction. Her human regret and shame was always quelled entirely when she slaked her predatory appetite.

But the shame came back. Regret stirred within her after each hunt, and she renewed her vow to separate herself from her magic. She vowed that there would be no more hunts.

Eventually, undeniably, the surge of hunger would reaffirm itself, and she would hunt again. Her eyes focused on a man in his late thirties, shambling around with a wide grin on his face. Ahri stood quietly in the shadows, waiting for him to break off from the rest of the group. Her tails twitched with excitement as he finally said his goodbyes and wandered off towards the bunkhouse.

Just as she began to follow, a figure caught her eye. A young woman in nondescript hiking clothes strode in to the inn. Her long red hair seemed to glisten with wisps of flame. Ahri could feel that this woman possessed magic, and it felt as strong as her own.

The man had already reached the bunkhouse, her opportunity had been missed. She cursed herself, and considered waiting for another target. Her thoughts kept getting tugged back to the woman. She had been human, there was no doubt, but the power she had was not like anything she'd ever felt.

Acting on impulse, she followed the woman inside.

To her surprise, nobody seemed to stop to gawk at her tails. In fact, people paid too little attention, and she had to lift them off the ground to avoid them being stepped on. The woman was seated at the bar, speaking to a cloaked man. Ahri moved through the rowdy inn so that she could read the woman's lips.

"-trail has gone cold, I don't know where to go from. Have you heard anything?"

She couldn't hear the man's reply, but the woman looked crestfallen.

"This was the last place she was seen, I'm sure of it. A Lunari follower was spotted here, it has to be Diana."

Someone tugged her tail, a teenage boy who looked far too young to be drinking, but drunk nonetheless.

"Are these real," he asked loudly. She barely heard his voice above the noisy crowd.

"Go away."

He gave it another tug, attempting to remove it as it if were part of a costume. Ahri winced in pain, and without a thought, scattered his mind. He fell unconscious on the floor, to nobody's interest.

She glanced back to where the red-headed traveler had been, and froze. The woman was staring at her.

Ahri rarely felt threatened. Her biggest adversary was her own compulsions, but her instincts told her that this woman was dangerous. She retreated in to the crowd. Where she couldn't squeeze past, she shoved by. It only took a few moments for her to reach the door, but each second that passed her heart rate increased.

The moment she was outside, she sprinted away from the inn. She hid near the stable, pausing to check if she'd been followed. Her catlike eyes scanned the area for pursuers, but found nothing. With a sigh of relief, she turned her attention towards the bunkhouse.

Someone snatched her wrist.

The woman had an iron grip, and before Ahri even realized she was in danger, she was thrown to the dirt. She managed to twist so that she was not shoved face down. She hissed with venom and tried to shake free, but the woman effortlessly held her down.

"Who are you," she asked Ahri. Her voice was calm and commanding.

Ahri ignored her and screamed for help, trying to cause a scene. A crowd of people would flock to help a would-be victim, even if the crowd were mostly drunk.

Her scream turned to a choke when the woman delivered a sharp jab to her solar plexus. Her assailant waited patiently while she regained her breath. Ahri debated crying for help again, but she knew that the next scream wouldn't escape her throat.

"Who are you," the woman repeated. There was no change in her tone.

"Nobody," Ahri replied icily.

The grip on her wrist tightened, and she winced as whatever magic this woman possessed began singing her flesh.

"Don't sell yourself short, everybody's somebody."

Ahri did her best to adopt a mocking tone, "Well then, who are you?" It sounded more pathetic than it did sarcastic. She was not used to masking pain.

"My name is Leona. Now's the part where you tell me your name and why you're eavesdropping on conversations."

"I wasn't," she spat. Ahri focused through the searing pain and concentrated on Leona's thoughts. First and foremost she felt Leona's suspicion. Beneath that, though, there was fear. Leona thought Ahri had heard something important.

She stopped reading Leona's thoughts and started controlling them. The grip on her arm relaxed, and Ahri immediately sprung up. Leona's eyes were unfocused, and her face was painted with confusion. Before Ahri realized what she was doing, she tapped in to the woman's life force.

The burn on her wrist healed immediately. The power the woman held was foreign to nature, at least as far as Ahri could tell. All she knew was that it was intoxicating. She drank in the power, but she felt it getting harder to hold her grasp on Leona's mind.

Leona screamed, but her mouth never opened. This scream came from within, and it echoed in both of their minds. Her skin shone with a brilliant light, a very hot light. Ahri covered her eyes with her hands, and when that wasn't enough, with her tails. She felt her skin cook, and immediately heal with the power she'd stolen.

It lasted for less than a second, but the damage was significant. The ground they stood on was scorched, and the stable they were behind was on fire.

They were also completely nude. Their clothes had turned to ash, and the ash had been burned to nothing. Leona stood still. Ahri ran.

She reached the river within seconds, and dove in to escape downstream. The moment she hit the water, a burst of light set off fireworks in her head. Leona dragged her out of the water by her hair. She heard the water in her hair sizzle at the heat of Leona's touch.

Those same hands moved towards her throat.

Ahri had no time to think. She simply acted. Once more she gripped Leona's mind, but not to steal from her. With more effort than she'd ever given, she charmed Leona. They struggled against each other, the power that inhabited each of them battling for control.

Leona fell backward in to the sand. The burning light that radiated from her moments ago was not gone. Ahri watched as the redhead collected herself.

Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Finally, Leona broke the silence.

"I feel so… weird…" she said. Her voice was heavily slurred, and Ahri knew the charm had worked.

She also knew that she had used up her reserves of magic. The desire to consume was gone; or rather it had transformed in to a desire physical in nature. Her heart still pounded with adrenaline, but the fear translated to thrill as she let Leona crawl on top of her. The wet sand beneath her offered a soft, -albeit dirty- surface.

Leona rested her knees on either side of Ahri's hips. The Vastaya felt time slow as she scanned every inch of Leona's body. Her red hair flowed down her shoulders like cascading flames. Her skin shone with an internal light, almost as if she had bathed in stardust. Her breasts: small, but perfect in curvature. Ahri's eyes lingered lower, to the intimate spot between Leona's legs.

Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart. The symbolism was not lost on Ahri, as she thought of the charm that she had inflicted on the woman.

Ahri's analytical gaze turned to one of passion when she felt Leona's hands on her hips. Leona slid them up Ahri's sides to her chest, where she pressed generously sized boobs together with cupped hands. There was only a small pause before she continued upward, leaning down to close the distance between her face and Ahri's.

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