Out of the Shadows, Part 3
"It sounds like this 'Relis' girl is the one with the most interesting ties to Verika," you muse, conjuring the image of the hunter to your mind. That has possibilities. Possibilities for both advantages and complications, granted, though you trust yourself to manage the latter. "We should go after her. There might be levers there we can use."
Khaytala nods. "How do you..." Then she swallows. "How do you want to... do it?"
"You said she felt insecure about how she measured up against Verika, didn't you?" you ask. "I think I can use that."
You slip back through the trees, creeping up behind the elf as she, in turn, searches for her prey. You admire her lean, fit body as she kneels behind a tree, her long, pointed ears twitching slightly as she searches for whatever game she's after. You lean against a tree, affecting a lazy smile, and then speak, affecting a bit more formality than usual. "Excuse me, fair elf, but can you spare a moment for a passing wanderer?"
She whirls, her weapon now aimed at you. Usually, while passing yourself off as a tiefling, you use subtle cues to play down your demonic nature, making yourself seem more approachable, less threatening. But this time, you let yourself exude a bit more danger in your bearing. Not enough to make it outright obvious what you are, but enough to create the subtle feel of the enticing, enigmatic tempter who offers strange and mysterious bargains.
"Who are you?" Relis demands, her hands tightening on her bow. "What are you doing in these woods?"
"I am merely passing through," you say. "But I have heard such wondrous tales of your people in my travels, tales of your skill as hunters and your knowledge of the wild. Those stories were so grand that I could not miss the chance to see the reality for myself. Would you deign to humor me in a little wager? I realize the presumption... but I assure you that what I can offer as the prize for your victory is more than worth any brief inconvenience."
The elf frowns in suspicion. "I have my own duties for my village to fulfill," she retorts. "I have no time to waste playing games with an outsider."
You nod understandingly. "Oh, of course, of course," you say, perfectly pitching your voice to make her feel like she's running away... without it sounding like that's what you're trying to do. "Please, forgive my rudeness. If you are unable to spare the time, then of course it would be churlish to bother you. But... could you at least tell me where I might find the heroine they call 'Verika Ravahorn'? I would like to make my request of her. After all, if the stories they tell are true, then my paltry challenge will take barely any time at all for her to overcome."
It's almost comical to watch how easily your barb sinks home. Relis flinches at the idea that she would shy away from something you painted as so trivial for Verika. "W-wait!" she says. "If... if it's that easy, then... then I should be able to handle it without a problem too! I can spare that much time to indulge your nonsense." She tries to put up a proud, magnanimous front to cover her sudden change of tune, but it doesn't take someone of your supernatural perception to see right through the young woman.
"Excellent," you say smoothly. "Let us keep it simple, then: a contest of who can maneuver best through this forest without being detected. If one of us can get the drop on the other, then they are the victor."
"The woodcraft of the elves will make short work of this fool's wager," Relis asserts boldly. Then she hesitates, the poor girl belatedly realizing what she's forgotten in her hurry not to be outdone by her rival. "Um... what exactly are the stakes that you're offering?"
"If you win..." you say, walking closer to her and turning up the charm. "I can grant you a... Boon, of sorts. A gift to enhance your allure with your lovers even beyond your... already considerable charm." Relis flushes at the compliment, and then her eyes widen as you hold up your hand, letting the magic from the Corruptive Boon play in your palm. She's slowly starting to realize that this is no simple game... but you know you've already got her hooked.
You noticed in your initial observations that she didn't actually feel comfortable with all the skin that her outfit was showing. From what Khaytala told you, you're pretty sure that she's pushing herself to compete with Verika's confident, effortless sensuality. And she probably knows she's doing a poor job of it. She badly wants what you're dangling in front of her, even if the offer is suspicious as... well, Hell.
She isn't sure whether you're just a tiefling with a magical gift or the other possibility that she must at least be considering. But whatever you actually are, there's a part of her that yearns to face something like what you might be. She yearns to be the heroine, the plucky youth who beats the devil at his own game, like in the old folk tales.
Devils like you have long encouraged the spread of such tales on every world you visit. The more the mortals think they actually have a chance, the easier it is for you.
"And if I lose?" she asks, her voice quieter than it was before.
"Oh, I don't expect that will happen..." you lie. "But as a formality... well, let's just say you'll owe me a favor."
With that, you back away. "Give me but a single minute," you say, as you vanish into the trees. "And then you may track me to your heart's content. I look forward to seeing the skill of the elves on full display."
Of course, the instant you're far enough away you unfurl the wings that you'd kept carefully hidden, taking briefly to the air to make any attempt at following your trail meaningless. Then you start to circle around, angling for the right place to turn the tables. For several minutes all is silent, as the two of you slip like phantoms between the trees, jockeying for position, as she tries to figure out where you are without revealing herself.
She really is quite good, although nowhere near Verika's level. Moreover, she knows this forest, giving her a home field advantage as well. Even with your supernatural abilities, you're not sure whether you would have won had it not been for your recent increase in perception. But as it stands, even her best efforts are completely unable to hide from you. Even at her stealthiest, you detect her approach from so far out that it gives you a decisive edge in your little game.
Methodically, you circle in on your prey as the minutes tick by, working your way in behind her as she crouches behind a tree, her eyes scanning the forest in front of her. As you approach her, you see that much of her earlier bravado has fallen away now that she thinks there's no one watching her to put up a front for. She's chewing her lower lip, growing increasingly nervous as she's unable to track you... and she's clearly starting to realize that she may have made a very rash decision.
You creep up behind her, savoring the moment. Then you reach out your hand, and place a single fingertip on the back of her upper neck. Relis freezes, sucking in a short, dismayed breath. You slowly, slowly trace the finger downward, turning your aphrodisiac touch to its limit on that one tiny point of contact. "I win," you whisper into her ear, as you continue to run your finger down her bare back until you reach her tunic and stop, curling under it just a little.
She trembles, her face flushing from the sensations running through her. She knows she should fight back... but honoring her deal gives her just enough justification not to resist what you're making her feel. "I... That's not..." she says, floundering for words. Then, finally, she deflates. "Damn it. I couldn't even..."
Her voice breaks off, and she lets out a weak laugh. "Goddesses. I really am a failure. W-what kind of 'favor' are you going to ask of me?"
"Oh, I think you already know the answer to that question..." you murmur teasingly, using the finger you've hooked beneath her tunic to pull her back toward you. She doesn't resist much, and you slide your other hand around, running up her neck to cup her chin, turning her elfin face toward you. "I think you probably knew it from the very beginning."
"I didn't—" she tries to protest, albeit guiltily. But you silence her with a kiss, your tongue invading her mouth as she the elf whimpers and moans against you. Her legs give out, but you pin her against the tree she was hiding behind. Your hand, meanwhile, drops from her chin to explore her chest. She was, after all, generous enough to wear clothes that give you such easy access; it would be a waste not to make use of it.
The despairing little moan Relis gives as she feels your hand squeeze her breast for the first time is the most exquisite music. You don't give her time to adjust, molesting her with increasing boldness. By the time you break off your kiss, the young hunter is a mess, her eyes unfocused, her perfect platinum hair disheveled as she pants for breath. "Oh goddesses..." she whispers again, not knowing what else to say as you work your way lower. "No, wait, please... If you do that, I'll... I'll...!"
Her body tenses in a shuddering orgasm, and you raise your eyebrows a bit. You weren't even pushing her that hard; it seems that this elf has an extremely sensitive trigger. She's also clearly embarrassed by how little endurance she has, looking away with a look of humiliation as she slumps down the tree to the ground, her body shuddering with aftershocks.
Well. You don't know what experiences she's had before, but you're certainly not finished with her yet. You pull her to the ground, stripping away her revealing tunic while continuing to feel up her firm, lithe body. You see her eyes go wide as your aphrodisiac quickly brings her back to arousal... and she starts to realize that this will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
Her strength is still mostly gone, so you mount her as she lays beneath you, bringing her legs up in preparation for a full-on mating press. She manages it easily; the elf maid is certainly quite the limber thing. Soon your cock is positioned at her entrance, as she looks up at you, nearly hyperventilating. "Are you... are you really going to...?" she babbles nervously.
As though the answer wasn't obvious.
She comes again with your first thrust. With her oversensitive body paired with your inhuman lovemaking prowess, she never had a chance. She wails, arching her back and squirming as you fuck her, coming again and again until the only thing coming from her mouth are incoherent pleas for mercy.
It isn't long before the ruckus attracts Khaytala, who appears through the trees. Relis looks up from where she lays, and even through the writhing passion you see her eyes go wide. "K-Khaytala?" she squeaks, unable to believe what she's seeing. "Wh-what are you doing here? I'm... I'm sorry, I'm not...!"
Khaytala kneels next to the young elf woman, giving her cheek a tender caress as you fuck her. "It's okay, Relis," she reassures her softly. "Just focus on how good it feels. You can trust him. Trust him... and let yourself fall." Relis moans, leaning into Khaytala's touch as you fuck her.
"She is quite vocal, isn't she?" you remark. "And while it is a big forest, we really don't want to attract attention if anyone does happen to pass by. Perhaps she needs something else to occupy her mouth?"
Khaytala grins back at you. She might have been nervous in the planning... but now that events are in motion and she can see for herself the delight written across Relis' face, that hesitation is no more. She starts to strip herself, an act which Relis watches very intently.
Then Khaytala swings her legs around, wrapping Relis' neck into a domineering leg-lock, with the elf maid's face right in her crotch. Khaytala's hands envelop's the head of the elfin little thing, grinding her face forcefully into Khaytala's snatch. Relis cooperates enthusiastically, her deft tongue working wonders if Khaytala's expression is any indication. The elf is still crying out in ecstasy, though her voice is quite muffled now as she takes to her new task with fervent dedication.
You and Khaytala fuck the helpless elf, harder and harder, your eyes locking as you savor the carnality of the moment, the heady experience of corrupting the young hunter. You can tell that Khaytala is nearing the edge, and you time your own release to match. Thrusting in, you release into her womb, blast after blast of your demonic semen filling her. This sets off an orgasm in Relis that outdoes any before it, even as Khaytala lets out a cry of her own, grinding Relis' face so tight that it sets off her own release, coating the elf's face with her fluids.
The three of you ride out your orgasms in a single, frozen moment of piercing bliss. Then Khaytala releases her hold on Relis, allowing her to flop bonelessly to the ground. You savor the feel of her hot, spasming pussy for a little while longer before pulling out yourself, you and Khaytala catching your breath while Relis simply lies there on the forest floor, nearly insensate.
Finally, she pries her eyes open, looking blearily up. "Who are you?" she whispers timidly. "And... what are you going to do with me?" She knows that she can't go back to the way things were before... but she's still afraid of what fate you might consign her to.
