Emperor Night

The huntress grinded her h.i.p.s against Jonathan's c.o.c.k, her lean, muscular form pinning Jonathan to the forest floor. He struggled futilely against her strength and reluctantly his rod stiffened against her crotch. Having beautiful and exotic women longing for his d.i.c.k was starting to become a familiar situation for Jonathan. Had someone told him a few days earlier that he would have had s.e.x with three such women in the span of as many days, Jonathan would have would have never believed them. However, this particular woman was very different to anyone Jonathan had been with before. She was aggressive, primal, and completely overpowering.

The woman pulled down Jonathan's pants and inserted his member into her already moistened folds. Jonathan felt the wild woman tighten around him as she held back his bound arms with one hand. She maintained eye contact with him, asserting her dominance as she used him for her p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. The woman bit her lower lip as she felt Jonathan's manhood push deep into her depths with each roll of her h.i.p.s. He felt amazing, better than the huntress had expected from his fragile frame. She couldn't help but be intoxicated with passion. Desperately, she pulled off the furs covering her b.r.e.a.s.ts and bore them to Jonathan. She needed to let her skin breath and to feel the touch of the man she had captured.

The huntress pulled her captive's hands to her b.r.e.a.s.ts and kneaded them against her skin. Every touch increased her l.u.s.t. Jonathan submitted to the wild woman's rough affections. He might as well enjoy his current predicament while it lasted, his powers would knock her out eventually. He felt her soft mounds in his hands and lightly pinched her erect n.i.p.p.l.es. Jonathan could have sworn that his captor was purring as his touch, he felt a subtle rumble spread all over her body. The huntress let out a m.o.a.n as she quaked with ecstasy. Her hands let go of Jonathan as she hurriedly removed his shirt and unbound his hands. The wild woman needed them free to explore her body. Her eyes went wide. The mark on Jonathan's c.h.e.s.t, it was the same mark of her former chieftain. Was this wisp of a man the new protector, the forest's chosen? There was no doubt, it was identical. Perhaps that was why she had felt this unnatural d.e.s.i.r.e for him during thier battle. She overwhelmed with the need to take him deep inside of her. She raked her hands down Jonathan's c.h.e.s.t then pressed her b.r.e.a.s.ts up against him.

"Aloem, mashsi." the huntresses whispered to Jonathan in a raspy, breathless voice. The words, native to her tribe, were considered a welcoming. A welcoming reserved for the initiation of new members to her tribe. If this was the one that the forest had chosen, she would not fight against it's will. She playfully bit down on Jonathan's neck. The bite was not hard enough to draw blood but it left a mark, a mark to show others that he was now hers. It didn't take long before she felt the satisfaction of Jonathan's c.u.m flowing inside of her. Her senses overloaded as her whole body started tingling. Then suddenly, without warning, she passed out.

Jonathan rolled out from under the half-n.a.k.e.d woman whom had just used his body. He would be lying if he said his pride wasn't a little hurt. He didn't consider himself to be a particularly strong person but he didn't expect to be so easily overpowered by a woman around the same size as him. After picking himself up off the ground, Jonathan went to check on Saikhi. The last he had seen of her, she has been significantly tangled up by the wild woman's bolas. She was still trying to wiggle herself free of her bondings. Jonathan moved over to help her.

"Conievo" Jonathan purposefully chanted as he took Saikhi by the hand, lifting her up off the ground.

"Are you alright Master?" Saikhi said worried. "I saw what happened, I couldn't get free to stop her."

"I'll be fine. Are you alright?" Jonathan asked as he retrieved a long length of rope from a pouch on Stew's back, the Cren had slept right through the whole ordeal. Saikhi nodded, she was unharmed besides a few scr.a.p.es that she obtained when she fell to the ground. Jonathan walked over to the now passed-out woman, she looked human enough but something was off about her appearance. She was much more catlike in appearance than a regular human but not in an particularly determinable way. No cat-like ears or whiskers, it was just something about her face and shape. He destinctly remembered feeling her purr earlier.

"I think she is a Heldra, a forestfolk." Saikhi chimed in, having sensed her master's confusion. "They look similar to humans but those markings on her skin grow and change with age. I am guessing you don't have them in Gotham?"

"Nope, just Catwoman." Jonathan said as he inspected the line-work on her skin, it was a weaving tapestry of sharp, almost floral patterns.

"Cat-women?" Saikhi tilted her head puzzled.

"Nevermind." Jonathan was beginning regret the name he chose for his made-up homeland. He made a mental note to never tell Lily about it, he could only imagine the crap she would give him.

Jonathan tightly bound his former attacker, wrapping rope around her hands and feet. He is pretty sure that the scouts didn't expect him to use his training to do this kind of thing but, hey, 'always be prepared'.

'What the hell am I going to do with her now?' Jonathan thought to himself. He couldn't just let the dangerous woman go, she may just come back and attack them again and it would be a pain to take her with them. They still had three more days worth of travel through this colossal forest and Jonathan doubted he could keep her tied up for very long. Leaving her here might be the best option but there was something about that which didn't sit right with Jonathan. There was no telling what might happen to the woman if he left her bound and defenseless around here. His adrenaline was starting to ware off and he was too tired to think about all of this right now. It was a job for morning Jonathan to deal with.

Saikhi and Jonathan alternated between watching their new prisoner and resting. It would have been quite troublesome had she escaped during the night, getting a little less sleep was preferable to waking up captured, or dead. It wasn't until the next morning that huntress regained consciousness.

"Hey there, you're finally awake." Jonathan maintained a friendly tone. He did his best to stifle his ammusment at the meme he had just referenced. "I'm Jonn" He pointed to himself. "This is Saikhi, and you are?"

The woman looked around, trying to regain her bearings. She had no idea how she had been knocked out. She had them right where she wanted before it all faded to black ecsacy. An o.r.g.a.s.m had never knocked her out before, perhaps that Saikhi girl had snuck up behind her and hit her head with a blunt object. Whatever the case, she was bested and at their mercy.

"Talitha." Jonathan hoped that this was her name and not some sort of foreign swear word.

"Why did you attack us?" Jonathan needed to find out what kind of threat the woman posed.

"I thought you were trespassing, the forest demanded it's sacrifice." Talitha said with an unexpected acuity of language.

"You were going to sacrifice us?" Jonathan was not encouraged by her answer.

"No, just some of the supplies you carry. I expected both of you to be asleep." She continued. Jonathan relaxed, at least she wasn't trying to kill them.

"So if we give you a sacrifice and set you free, you will leave us alone?" Jonathan asked, he didn't like the idea of parting with any more of his good but he wanted to avoid further confrontation.

"No." Talitha's reply surprised Jonathan.

"Why not?"

Talitha's fixated her gaze towards Jonathan's c.h.e.s.t. "You are the one the forest chose to be it's new protector. The markings on your c.h.e.s.t proves it. You will topple the enemies of the forest and keep it from harm." Talitha said stoically. Jonathan had no idea what she was on about. "Last night, I welcomed you into my tribe and today I recognize you as my chieftain."

"You have got to be kidding me." Were the only words that Jonathan could muster. First Saikhi servatude and now this. Would every woman he run into dedicate herself to him?

"I assure you, I am not kidding. I will follow where my chieftain takes me as your path will lead to the restoration of the forest." Talitha words were full of zeal.

"Look, I am going to release you if you promise not to try and hurt us again but I am not some kind of chosen one. I am just some guy who is having a really bad couple of days." Jonathan was having none of this chosen one talk. It was enough on his plate to be a wanted Sorcerer, he wasn't going to add forestfolk messiah to his list of troubles.

"Of course, I will not attack either of you, you are my family now. Even if you don't see it, in time you will. I am certain."

A zealous barbarian and a servant librarian, this was getting out of hand.