A Most Delightful Bounty - Part 1

Part 1

The clacking of heels along the cobblestone alley caused the runner to glance up from his meal. No sane woman would be walking in such a seedy neighborhood, especially not at night. Hell, Felport was world renown for being a haven for bandits, pirates, and corruption.... Which meant that any woman coming this way was either extremely naive, or extremely dangerous.

While keeping an eye along the alleyway, he started chomping on the roasted rabbit. Everyone knew that looking like one was expecting trouble, was the perfect way to get into trouble, and that was the last thing a wanted man was looking for. Especially a wanted man with a large bounty on his head.

The wolf-kin's ears twitched, picking up a slight humming. The voice was higher pitched, soft, a lighter tone. He sniffed the air, then wrinkled his nose. Beneath the stench of days-old rotting rubbish, unwashed bodies of possibly diseased vagrants, and the undeniable smell of chamber pots, was the rich, softer fragrance of perfume.

The humming turned into soft singing, no words, simply vocalizing the tune. He looked down both directions of the alley. When he looked down the southern path, a shadow stretched down the dank, dirty byway, leading towards a very obvious woman in a long, black cloak. It obscured most of her body, save for the long, black high heeled boots.

The boots seemed simple, a pitch, dark black but highly polished leather. The cloak was almost as dark black, trimmed in a deep crimson red. A silver square design, a single unbroken line that produced sharp right angles, the vertical lines mere centimeters from the edge of the trim. Within each square, a small design of a creamy white, a long white 'tail', culminating in a thick oblong whorl.

"Naughty naughty little doggies," she began in a soft sing song voice, "always the most energetic bounty... Hello, Velarius."

"Damn!"

The wolf-kin hurled the rabbit at her, only to witness the silver line of squares flash as it struck some form of white energy, then fell to the ground. His ears flattened as he bared his fangs. The woman smirked with amusement. Spinning on his heel, he ran.

"Tsk tsk Velarius... You're only making this more fun." Her voice echoed down the alleyway behind him.

A mage... A fucking mage! Damn it! He vaulted over some gutter snipes huddling over a pile of food, only to crash into the cart that came across the mouth of the alley. The heavy load of hay rocked to one side, lifting a wheel from the street.

Velarius got his feet under him, using his thick bushy tail to balance himself, and launched off the cart, pushing it over, horse and all. Landing both feet and hands against the wall, he dug his claws into the rotting wood for traction, and pulled himself up onto the awning. As the people below started yelling and bitching, he scrambled onto the roof, and ran once more.

Across roof tops, down into the streets, dashing through puddles, down alleys. He even ran through two inns and four houses. Finally, after a good thirty minutes of running, doubling back, going in several different directions from the same intersection, he all but collapsed against a wall.

The sound of his panting was broken only by the soft lapping of waves against the docks, and the creaking of wood. His ears twitched as he lifted his nose to the air, sniffing twice. Some spices from the warehouses, the tavern from further down the wharf, and no perfume... Then again, the salty breeze could easily mask it.

"I hate mages..." He muttered to himself as he stood.

"Aww, now why is that?" A soft seductive voice whispered in his ear.

"GWAH!?"

Velarius dashed forward a few steps, turning around. There she was, smiling at him like a cat that just caught a mouse. He saw a small movement in her overly large cloak, and a gust of... force, or wind, or something, knocked him onto his ass.

Those heels clacked against the wood, in the bright moonlight he could see the large curve of her hips sway as she sauntered towards him. She must be holding the cloak closed, it never opened above the thigh-high boots she wore.

Now he could see her face, and his first instinct was Kamesian nobility. It was a soft face, though angular. Her eyes were a deep purple beneath a set of thick eyelashes, and a wavy lock of black hair tickled her cheek. A pair of perfectly plump, pouty lips sat beneath a slender and cute nose, with a small beauty mark on her right cheek bone. Her flesh appeared to be a medium tan, eyes lined with kohl, lids and lips painted with a glittering dark gold.

If she wasn't a bounty hunter after him, he could see himself getting lost in those eyes while she writhed beneath him... Shaking his head of dangerous thoughts, he bared his fangs at her with a snarl. "How did you find me?!"

She laughed, her deep seductive voice giving way to a light, almost angelic laugh. A soft pink tongue trailed sensuously slow over those golden lips. "I have my ways... I've been tracking you since Tunjinia, I've gotten to know your movements..." Her eyes trailed over his body, then back up to those yellow wolf eyes of his. "Besides, that rabbit you threw at me had your aura all over it."

"Alright... But how did you catch up to me?"

He knew that most bounty hunters had serious egos. They had to in this business, and the more they caught, the larger their heads got. The larger their heads got, the more stories they liked to tell, and the more they'd gloat over a mark. He'd bet all his gold eagles, a good portion of the silver falcons and a couple copper hawks, that as a mage, she had gotten a lot of marks by now.

She smiled, his heart skipped a beat at the same time it filled with hope. The moment she let her guard down, he's tackle her. Mages were never good with physical confrontation, he'd overpower her easily. He could make his escape by tearing off her clothes and hurling her nude into the bay. She'd be too busy worrying about being a cold, wet, and nude female in a town full of rapists and brutes to chase after him.

He was shocked, however, when she pushed her hands out of the front of the closed cloak.

The large and deceptively heavy thing was shrugged over her shoulders, revealing an entirely nude body. Her hips were wide, her legs long and thighs thick. Her tummy was not flat, he could probably get a good handful of it down around the waist. Her breasts were large and looked heavy, easily about as big as his head. They were both topped with dark, thick, perky nipples. He noticed that she had a small tuft of dark curly bush teasingly peeking from between her thighs.

She wore only one other clothing item than the boots, which he saw came a quarter of the way up her thigh, and the cloak. A simple black belt around her waist, hanging down one side from the opposite hip. A white tattoo rested on her lower abdomen, a series of swirls like those on her cloak's trim, with tails that drip down between her thighs.

"Mmm...." She moaned as she spread her legs, revealing a glistening trail of wet down the insides of her thighs, glittering on her fuzz like droplets of morning dew, and what looked like a thick marble rod shoved inside of her. Licking her lips, she trailed her hand down over her chest, across her plump belly, and dipped her fingers between her legs. "These fake ones never do it for me." Her voice dripping with disappointment as she grabbed hold of something.

There was a slight squelching sound, punctuated by her soft moan, as he watched her pull a... phallic object out of her snatch. He could see that the base was indeed white marble, the six inch shaft, though rocky in appearance, had the consistency of flesh. It bulged in places, as it wriggled slightly in her hand. He heard a light buzzing, like the sound of a swarm of bees. As she licked its length, it stopped moving, ceased its sound, and the length solidified into solid marble once more.

"Mmm... But it gave me enough of a boost to catch you." She winked at him lustfully, blowing him a small kiss as she placed the fake cock against the belt. It immediately wrapped a few strands of leather around it to hold it in place for her.

"Oh fuck me..." He muttered to himself, eyes wide with shocking realization. Nymphomancer...

"Gladly! That was the whole idea, after all..." Her smile was surprisingly predatory for a human.

"That was not an invitation!"

He scrambled to his feet, spinning to run as fast as he could. He'd heard horrible things about both nymphomancers and satyromancers as well. Granted, he was fairly sure they were propaganda by Myrlini's cult, as the prudish priests of the Goddess of Love always advocated celibacy until after the marriage ceremony. Still, a smart wolf does not take risks when cornered and alone.

He managed a mere two steps before he felt something snag his ankle. Smashing his face against the pier was more painful than he remembered it to be from his youth. Getting dragged several feet across old wood didn't feel too good either.

"Don't play dumb... You know you want what's about to happen." her voice was teasing and playful, though he doubted she was just toying around.

He rolled over onto his back, looking down at his foot. A long, thick and creamy strand of white goop was latched around his ankle like an iron shackle. His gaze followed the strand of suspiciously familiar slime to where it was attached to a swirling orb of creamy white ooze hovering above her palm. She placed her gold painted nails to her lips and giggled softly.

"Aren't you a cute puppy? Thinking you can get away..."

He started pulling and yanking his foot, which did nothing more than cause the strand to stretch before snapping his leg back straight out. He growled as she laughed at him, and watched as she swept her finger through the orb of slime. She placed the goop covered finger in her mouth, where she made an analytical 'hmm'.

"It's losing potency.... Well, it is a couple days old, no wonder you can stretch it like that." She smiled at him, her gaze grazing over his body before resting on his crotch. "But you seem like a nice, virile young man. You'll make an excellent source of new power."

She threw the orb at him. It split, lashing around his other ankle and both wrists before splattering against the damp wood. It seeped into the cracks in the wood, and holes between the slats, solidifying as it anchored him in place. As it did so, she licked the remnants of the slime off her hands with a small mming moan. When it was finished, she frowned a little as he struggled with a growl, placing a finger to the corner of her lips.

"Not enough? It lost more potency than I thought... Well, good thing I've got a nice reserve."

She clapped her hands together once, then ran one down her body. The swirling whorl tattoo on her abdomen began to glow a little, and as her hand crossed over it, he saw thick globs of the white goo oozing out of her plump pussy. As the scent of fresh sex hit his nose, he finally realized that she was using actual cum she stored in her own womb, probably enchanted and enhanced with magic. It coalesced into another swirling orb of cum, sloshing this way and that as if filling an invisible container.

She dipped her finger through it again, and tasted it. As her brows shot up, his heart sank, especially when she nodded. Twirling a little around her fingertip, she did a quick swiping motion at him, and a thick glob broke off. Slapping against his neck and splattering against the pier, it solidified, placing pressure against his throat and cutting off a little air, pinning him completely against the cold, wet wood.

She looked him over as she began to circle him. "Mmm... Yes, this should do, I think."

She placed a boot on his crotch, and pressed down. Her brows furrowed, he wasn't hard. "What, you're not excited at the prospect of the best fuck of your entire life?"

He groaned. "Hah! I doubt you'd be the best fuck I've ever had, bitch!"

Her face fell flat. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as she lifted her foot. Then, that wicked, slender heel came down hard, pressing deep to cause as much pain as it could. Just under the cock, pressing into his sac a bit, nailing the deep tissue of his cock. He jerked, trying to thrash away as his scream of pain echoed off the water. She kept it there, grinding her heel into him with more pressure. People simply assumed someone else got murdered, the body would be found later, so keep partying.

"Gaaahh!" His voice finally gave out as his lungs emptied of practically all the air.

She removed her heel as his tail curled between his legs, then smiled sweetly. "Call me a bitch as much as you like, but don't ever insult my skills."

She swiped her hand across him a couple more times, the orb of magic spooge lashing out. his clothes were struck, tearing and ripping apart and open, leaving his body mostly bare for her. It was a rather nice body, minimal amount of body hair, pale, extremely fit, though she'd have to do something about that pubic hair. He writhed and groaned, sobbing a little from the pain in his groin.

Standing between his legs, she squatted down, moving his tail look at his crotch. "Poor puppy.. Here, let me make it all better for you."

She adjusted to her knees, trapping his tail by kneeling on the fur, lowering her head while looking up at him. A small chuckle escaped her lips, as her tongue snaked out. She prodded the underside of his flaccid shaft a couple times, before trailing her tongue up, flicking the tip. The motion caused him to jerk and spasm, his body unsure how to react to the residual pain and the sudden onrush of pleasure.

"Gah! Stop that!" he snapped, glaring down at her.

Her eyes squinched a little as she smiled. He really was an amusing dog, as she flicked her tongue across his flaccid shaft a few more times. Her lips closed around the head of his shaft, sucking and pulling it up into her warm, eager mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head a few times, before she bobbed her head twice. Her brows furrowed, as she took his cock in hand while sliding her lips off his shaft.

She started stroking his limp shaft, which twitched a little but didn't respond too much. "Must have done more damage than I thought... Don't worry sexy, it's an easy fix."

She swirled her tongue around the head, before trailing the tip down his shaft. Her eyes gazed up at him, keeping an eye on his reactions as her tongue pressed ever so slightly on the spot she stomped on. He twitched, crying out again, and she winced. She didn't mean to break her new toy, but she had to admit, she had a bit of a temper.

She kissed the spot gently, and began to gently stroke his shaft once more. Planting soft kisses to the area, then trailed them down a little bit more and off to the right. Opening her mouth, she sucked his right testicle into her mouth, and began to suckle gently. She winced a bit, then pulled off. Uttering a small incantation, then blowing on his junk, the hair separated from the skin, and floated off in the breeze.

Smiling with herself that her new spell worked, she slurped his nut back into her mouth. Suckling on it gently, she started to hum. She could feel his crotch tensing, pulling at his balls to try and shield them from external trauma. Her teeth closed around it a bit, trapping it as she lapped at it, pressing gently, intoning the harmonics of yet another spell.

As she did so, he could feel a warmth emanating from that particular nut. He felt it acutely, as it radiated through his tubing, sliding slightly up his shaft, but concentrating on the damaged tissue. The pain started to subside as blood started to finally fill his flaccid member. The subsiding pain was allowing the pleasure to start flowing through his system, causing his groans and sobs of pain to shift to moans and grunts of pleasure. He writhed beneath her, as much as he could cemented to the docks.

After a moment, his cock was roughly at half mast. She pulled back, using suction to pull on his nut until it wouldn't pull anymore. With a sloppy wet *schlpop!*, it slipped from her golden lips, causing him to groan.

She licked her lips, staring at his face as she continued to gently coax his cock to life. He really did have a sexy face, fierce and angular like one would expect of a wolf. The soft moaning, the writhing body, the sounds escaping his lips. It was all music to her ears, sweet sweet music that just had her getting more and more turned on. Her wide hips wiggled side to side slowly as she rubbed her thighs together, slick with her juices.

She lowered her head to his sack once more as she eyed his shaft. "Either I don't know my own strength, or you're a little fragile down here. My last spell should have healed you up by now."

"Aahh... Hah..." He groaned softly as she gripped his cock tighter, her tongue slapping against his left nut. He could tell she was getting a little impatient he wasn't hard as a rock yet. "I don't think, mm, there's a cock alive that'd be aa~~hble to survive tha~~t! Now get the hell off me!"

As he spoke, she slurped the sensitive cum filled container into her mouth, and began to suckle on it gently. When he told her to get off him, she bit, roughly, though soft, just enough to get her point across. He bucked slightly, crying out in a bit of pain as it did nothing more than yank at the flesh between her teeth.

She raised her hand, and waggled one finger side to side. She then proceeded to hum, intoning the same spell she had used on his other testicle. That same warmth spread from it, filling his groin with it. The pain faded entirely as the damage disappeared, and with it, blood filled the rest of his cock. She pulled off his nut with a delighted smile. His head fell back as the warmth in his groin seemed to amplify the pleasure of her hand stroking him off.

"Ahh.... Here we are... And a pretty good size too. Mmm.... Looks tasty too." She trailed her tongue up his ten inch length, letting out an appreciative 'mm'. "Ooh, I'm going to have fun with you."

He growled at her, which turned into a moan as she flicked her tongue a couple of times over the head. His hips bucked against his will as his head fell back, his growl shifting into a soft moan. Her lips latched around the head, suckling on the tip as her tongue flicked along the slit.

Velarious growled as the warm wetness of her lips and tongue danced and played over his meat. "Gaah.... What part of, mm! Get off aahh me do you no-aah!-t understand!?"

She shook her head, taking his cock with it, making him groan a bit more. She gripped his balls with her other hand, squeezing gently and pulling. The hand on his shaft slid to the base, holding it straight up as her eyes all but twinkled with delight.

She watched his face as she slid her mouth lower and lower on his shaft. His eyes rolled up a bit, clearly he'd never been swallowed all the way to the base before. She let go of his balls just in time for her chin to rest gently on him, and swallowed.

The convulsion of her throat sent shivers through his system, pleasure jolting to his brain like lightning. His cock twitched and pulsated in her throat as his head fell back. He felt her giggle on him a little, making him spasm slightly again. When she started pulling up, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she'd swallow as she pulled off every one until he was no longer in her throat. His head hit the docks as his back did its best to arch, but trapped as he was to the cold, damp wood, he couldn't move much.

"Mmmm." She hummed on his shaft, before opening her mouth. He could feel her saliva drip down his length, warm in the cold night breeze off the sea.

Slowly, she'd glide the hand around the base up, slicking it as she squeezed harder. She'd let the ridge of his cock head feel every finger as she pulled it off, squeezing the soft swollen spongy tip until her pinky rest just on the underside of the ridge. Gliding her four fingers back down, she pressed her thumb against the hole, and pressed a little, wiggling it back and forth as she toyed with the head by gliding her fingers up and down the ridge.

The sensation was almost too much for Velarius, the concentration on probably the most sensitive spot of his body was rapidly approaching sadistic levels of torture. His body, once chilled pale by the cold, now flush with rushing blood and the heat of passion, spasmed and writhed against the docks. The sound of cracking wood escaped his attention from one particularly strong spasm, as a jolt of pain pierced deep when she pressed too hard with her thumb.

She licked her lips, wiggling her hips a little more in anticipation. "My my, what wonderful expressions. Show me more."

She wrapped her lips around his head once more, and started suckling on it while swirling her tongue around the head. Her hand began to pump, gripping hard as it slid slowly at first, increasing in intensity until her fist met the rest of his body with a resounding *slap*.

"Gwaahh.... En.... Enough is enough." And yet, his body was writhing beneath her, betraying his words with what it really wanted. Summarily, he was ignored.

She started to bob her head, pumping her fist only halfway along his length, meeting her lips. His moans were music to her ears, had she not undergone such rigorous training, she'd have lost control and simply started raping him until he was naught much more than a dried up husk. Such was the danger of drawing on the power of sex to fuel your magic, the awakened senses were often overwhelming, everything was so acute, so much more. Many young women often gave themselves over to the feeling, she'd lost many cabal sisters that way, though the satyromancers were more susceptible.

She was confident in her control, though she was not yet a sage. She could feel the power coursing through her as she absorbed Velarius' energies. The wolf-kin was certainly energetic, it was almost more than she could store. The symbols on her cloak began to glow as she channeled the energy into it.

Letting go of his cock with her hand, she began to grip and massage his balls, re-channeling some of the energy into them. She focused on his nerves, prodding them just that little bit. The louder moaning and grinding of his hips upwards informed her it was working quite well.

She redoubled her oral efforts, swallowing his thick veiny shaft, burying it to the hilt. Squeezing, gripping, pulling rolling the tender orbs in her hand, she was starting to get a little impatient with her two pronged assault. Slipping her free hand between her legs, she prodded the tattoo above her sopping wet sex, then dipped a finger inside. This prompted a small moan, vibrating his shaft, as she pulled out a very small handful of gooey mystic spooge.

Velarius looked down at her, his eyes slightly blurry, but the detail on her face was... Remarkable. He didn't even see this clearly in beast form! Every detail, from the cute dimples, to the flawless condition of her eyelashes, to the enchanting effect of her softly glowing purple eyes beneath thick dark lashes and golden lids. He suddenly found that beauty mark beneath her right eye to be very sexy. The colors were much more vibrant, even in the moonlight, she was lit up like it was high noon. His lips twisted into a small smile, suddenly feeling lucky he was good enough to be used by such a beautiful, radiant woman.

A warm wetness prodded at his ass, slipping between his cheeks and pressing against his hole. His eyes went wide as his instincts caused him to clench. She winked at him from the head of his shaft, and pressed her head down one more time. The sudden sensation caused him to moan, as that wink was strangely relaxing. He felt it push past his ring, a simple slender length with a thick tip. It wriggled around inside of him, filling his rear with the same kind of warmth in his groin.

Suddenly, it brushed against something inside of him, causing him to jolt. His head fell back, his mouth hanging open with a gasp. He could feel a thick glob of pre push through his urethra into her warm, waiting mouth. The sound of her appreciation hit his ears, causing him to grin stupidly, as the thought crossed his mind that this wasn't so bad after all.

She let out another 'mm' as another spurt of pre hit her tongue, her little tendril of magic cum pressing against his prostate with a gentle massage. While she could easily milk his cock of its energy-fueled sperm with this alone, she wanted the energy released in his orgasm. She was feeling particularly greedy, even a little vengeful, since it was his fault she had to chase him halfway across the continent to his gods forsaken pile of shit city that was far too fucking cold. She wanted all of him gods damn it.

His back arched, causing another ominous creaking of wood as the slimy tentacle inside of him began to press harder at that spot. It trailed over it, flicked teasingly, them jammed hard. Every small brush of it sent a rush of pleasure crashing through his system, causing his cock to twitch and swell a little within her mouth. The sensation just kept getting better and better, unaware that she was mystically prodding the nerves in his rump to make it feel better and better.

Finally, it was too much. The slender tentacle slammed hard against his prostate at the same time as her lips met his groin, and her hand pulled hard and impatiently on his balls. He led out an extraordinarily loud moan, his body tensing for the briefest of seconds before he began to spasm hard. Wood creaked and cracked, a small portion of it breaking and loosening the bonds slightly.

Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the sheer force of his eruption into her convulsing esophagus. She was surprised to find that the sheer volume was considerably larger than even an orc, who are well known for their copiously potent production. She swallowed hard on his bulging shaft, her tongue undulating against the underside to help push his seed from its fleshy geyser, feeding on the energy contained within.

After nearly a minute of milking his shaft, she could get no more. She finally pulled off with a small gasp. She was pleasantly surprised to find that as she did so, she was met with one final spurt on her tongue. She rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing.

"Mmm... You taste as good as you look.... Now how do you feel?"

She crawled over him, softly glowing violet eyes fixed on his. As she hovered over him, he twitched slightly as her hot juices dripped upon his throbbing member, leaving a slight burning sensation as he looked down, noticing it steaming in the cool open air. She smirked at him playfully as she gently placed her eager snatch against the tip of his cock, making him moan softly.

"By the way... My name's Synara." As she gently rubbed her snatch forward and back over his cock head. "You'd better buy me dinner after this." She licked her lips at him. "Now... Give me everything. I want it all!"

He cried out as she dropped her full weight on his post orgasmic sensitive length, her heavy ass slapping against his balls. Her long nails dug into his chest, her eyes slid partially closed as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. As his prodigious fuck meat pierced into her empty womb, she let out a soft moan, relishing the full feeling. It'd been a while, since her graduation actually, that she'd had someone go deep enough to hit the most pleasurable spot in all nymphomancers.

"Mmm.... Yess... I'm going to enjoy you." She all but grinned at him.

She lifted her hips, feeling her pussy lips stretch across his thick shaft slightly, relishing the feeling of every inch moving across her insides. When just the head remained, she came back down, just as she had before, going all but dead weight onto him.

Their moans mingled together, causing a soft blush to tint her cheeks. She didn't expect to enjoy that sound so much. Sending a bit of will to the cum still half solidified in his ass, it started massaging and prodding his prostate again as she began to repeat the motion. Picking up her pace, a steady rhythm of sopping wet bodies slapping against each other played with an undertone of the pair's moans and cries of pleasure.

The sound of a woman finally started to draw attention of the various taverns and ships. Pirates, sailors, thugs and brutes started looking around, and found themselves a nice show to watch. Before long, word had spread along the wharf, and there was a nice sizable crowd gathered around to watch the show.

Continued in Part 2

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