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Huntress' Debt	By : corruptflame Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Heat wicked off the sweat layering Tenia’s dark skin as she sat still on the tree branch. The masked devil she hunted for days slipped up, giving her the chance to take what she wanted. All the huntress needed now was a plan, to get closer without alerting the devil. Only then would she take her trophy.
The demon stood tall, easily two heads taller than Tenia, the tallest woman of her tribe. Normally cloaked in sorcery, the creature sat beneath the darkened canopy of the jungle, milky white skin layered in net and patched with sparse pieces of armor, including an ornate mask. Pale pink mottling covered its back and shoulders, lingering down the outer arms and legs, a failed attempt at camouflage that its invisibility cured.
Dragging a finger up her stomach and over her sternum, the dark hand enveloping the object dangling from her neck while she chanted softly. The language of the prayer had been lost to her people, syllables and tones memorized and repeated from generation to generation.
Men who challenged the devil died, generation after generation. It came with the heat, while women and babes cowered in their huts, praying for the demon sleep. Tenia’s own husband had been found skinned, hanging from a tree, oozing into the jungle as insects ate his flesh.
She had been fragile then, widowed and raw, childless and without the tribe’s protection. Anger filled her and she used it to defy the elders, taking the jungle walk of her own volition. It had been the most difficult trial of Tenia’s life, but she had no further to fall.
As the demon dropped its guard, resting and preparing a prey animal it killed, the huntress stood steadily on the narrow branch beneath her. The devil’s gaze immediately locked on her movement, three red dots racing up the branch and along her body, to her forehead where they warmed her third eye. Tenia showed the creature her palms and spread her arms slowly, naked save for the cloth that hid her loins and bound her breasts.
Tenia had theories about the creature, its purpose, its ways. None from any tribe dared discuss it for fear of death; the elders of all tribes agreed merely thinking about the devil brought the devil. The dark skinned woman hoped this was true, stalking and observing the demon every heat, thinking of it often.
At times it consumed her thoughts, the last creature worth hunting whose pelt and skull did not decorate Tenia’s isolated home. At times it consumed her dreams, the demon who would murder the men of all tribes. The devil stood better than all of them, and in her most animal mind she dreamed of taking the devil in other ways.
The warmth left her forehead as the creature watched her, its head turning slowly to observe the jungle around them. It thinks this is a trap. Her thick lips spread into a smile, amused at the notion of being dismissed as a harmless decoy by the demon. Tenia remained motionless, waiting for it to figure things out.
Eventually the devil turned its head back to her, reaching to its shoulder and slowly stripping itself of weaponry, even the double blades from its right arm carefully placed into the cache. Turning back to face Tenia, it hesitated, a rumble rising in the creature’s chest as if to ask her purpose.
The dark skinned woman felt very aware of her existence in the stifling night. Every muscle taut as a bow string in her tall body, bound breasts rising and falling with every breath while her dark, lengthy braid brushed away the sweat in the middle of her back, brown eyes fixed on the beast in front of her. Stepping closer, Tenia gauged the distance carefully, and when she chose to move it was quick.
Falling back against the branch the huntress caught herself, sweeping her legs out and connecting with speed and strength. She heard a thud and a crack, barely looking in time to see the devil fall against the branch at an awkward angle and fall into the jungle. A man might have believed it to be dead, but Tenia knew better.
The prayer again rose to her lips, soft but fierce. The elders told her once the prayer, and their ancestors, came from the stars, and they would one day return. Tenia would not return. The jungle tested her, and she dominated it; this place belonged to her, the demon would soon know.
Rolling off the branch to follow the prey, the huntress fell through the trees, following the dimly lit path of broken branches to just above the jungle floor. The demon was not where it had fallen, as expected, and Tenia allowed herself to drop on the cushion of dead and rotting plant matter. Then she was in the air, dangling from a large hand by the throat. A rumbling chuckle coiled through the darkness, taunting her.
Flexing her core, Tenia’s body pulled tight, hips driving into the air and legs wrapping tightly around the devil’s neck. Arching her back steadily, its grip began to slip on her neck while her legs tightened around the creature’s throat. A note of annoyance reached her ears as its other hand shot out, and the huntress met it with delicate force. Grasping the edge of its hand in her palm, the dark skinned woman gripped and twisted backwards.
The battle of wills was short lived, with its grip slipping on her neck and her jungle forged strength proving a match for the demon. It let go of her throat, and Tenia finished arching her back, strengthening her grip on its throat and pulling it around onto its back with a meaty slam.
Releasing the creature, she scrambled to stand, facing it as they came off the jungle floor together. Still facing the huntress, it backed away slowly as Tenia’s grin broadened once more, giving her own confident chuckle. If it ran, she would chase. If it swung, she would duck. If it showed weakness, she would have its hide. The huntress prayed silently, hoping for all three, in that order.
Instead it began to peel off the armor, piece by piece as it watched her, muscles taut and flexing while the demon became defensive. Standing straight with hands on her hips, Tenia waited for the beast to finish, silently admiring its defined body. It had no reason to fear her while it evened the odds. If the huntress had not wanted a fight, she knew the poisons to use and the most effective weapons to use them with.
When only the mask and a cloth remained to cover its loin, the huntress’ breath calmed, watching the metal mask as its hands raised. Anticipation coursed through her when its clawed hands took a firm hold of the mask edges, giving a small push, then removing it slowly. Tenia had never seen the devil without its mask, it did not disappoint.
A pale domed head edged in ridges and patterned elaborately in pink blooms of skin drew into a narrow face. Small red eyes peeked out from its brow ridge as its mandibles opened wide, revealing a toothy maw. It moved forward again, the white tendrils trailing from it’s head ridge unhindered, falling over the demon’s shoulders. The huntress noticed how attractively powerful the demon was, even the fangs meant to intimidate.
Raising her lips above her teeth, Tenia snarled and took a step, throwing a fist and anticipating the devil would catch it with its huge palm. It did, but instead of throwing an attack back it stopped, mandibles twitching and flaring. The demon dipped its head, starting at her waist and slowly moving up until its red eyes boring into her brown ones. Realization dawned on the huntress; it is tasting me.
The demon let go of the dark skinned woman’s hand and stood tall in front of her, reaching to the knot on its cloth and untying it, letting it drop to the forest floor with a huff. A masculine musk rolled by, permeating the air and making it difficult for the huntress to focus on anything but desire. It - he - stood before Tenia in naked glory, pale pink cock obvious in the darkness as it continued stiffening.
The huntress had dreams like this, but those were dreams of masked demons with human cocks. This was different, real, and though the shaft stood comparable in style, the head sloped differently, with soft fleshy ridges crowning it. All the blood dedicated to her hunt re-directed, some of it to her face, and most of it to her crotch.
Words would not do. Turning in place to both show the devil her rear and keep an eye on him, Tenia untied and dropped her cloth to reveal a thick muscular rear, shaped and sized by her mother’s blood, but strengthened by the jungle. The huntress did not speak demon, but she swore it purred.
Stepping cautiously towards her, the demon kept his palms open and arms at his sides until his cock pressed firmly into her side, his large palms laying on her shoulders and running down her arms. Stopping where her breasts were still bound, he removed fabric and continued on, cool palms moving down her sides and over her hips. A soft clicking sounded above her followed immediately by a growl, the devil gripping her hips and lifting her easily against the nearest tree.
Tenia noticed the musk again, thick in the air as she took a deep breath, and shuddered at the raw animal reaction tearing her away from sense. His breath warmed her shoulder, moving down her back and hovering over the huntress’ rear as curious little clicks preceded a thick digit sliding between her wet lips and pressing into her neglected vagina.
Gripping the vines covering the tree, she tensed at the gentle push until it was inside, then relaxed with a small coo when the finger began moving back and forth. Tenia could not recall what sex with her deceased husband had been like, and as the devil began probing a second digit inside her to join the first and stretch her, the hope of any memory for comparison fled.
His fingers worked gently and tirelessly, managing not to cut her with his demon claws as another finger further prepared her. Tenia felt full, slick, and her legs began trembling as nearly every sensitive nerve inside her came to life with purpose. Biting her lip, the huntress bit back a whine and started panting as her muscles tensed and quaked, and excitement tantamount to killing a jungle cat with her bare hands washed over her.
When the devil removed his fingers from her, she felt spent, clinging to the tree trunk with a soft sigh. The musk lingered, reminding Tenia of the stiff cock that faced her earlier. Looking back over her shoulder the dark skinned woman watched the demon taste her, literally, while that purr gently vibrated in her ears.
Finding her strength as her mind cleared, the huntress used the vines fused to the trees to turn around as she dangled feet off the ground, facing the demon and his unique cock with a smile. Gripping the vines tight, she lifted her knees and spread her thighs to expose her slick neediness with a trembling breath. Even knowing this was beyond the hunt, Tenia jumped when the devil moved to her, cool palms roaming her sides before cupping her rear.
The thick head of his cock rubbed against her wetness, the crown of ridges tickling Tenia’s clit, forcing a pant out of her as the devil rumbled with the tones of a chuckle. Pulling his hips back, the demon positioned his cock at the entrance of her readied vagina and started pushing in slowly. The huntress gasped, reminded of their size difference despite his perfect deceptive proportions, the feelings of being overwhelmed and full returning slowly.
When his cock had fit in as far as it would go, the demon gripped Tenia’s rear firmly and pulled out to the head, the ridges and unusual shape stimulating her more. A soft growl alerted her when the devil started to push back inside, slowly at first then working up speed as the huntress became more comfortable and accommodating to his size. Even as they locked together in pleasure, his eyes were on her and she watched him with equal interest, trying to remain aware of any betrayal.
Then the devil started pumping faster, rivalry forgotten as he began growling softly, grip shifting from her rear to her hips. Holding them still, he pushed his hips into hers while she held onto the tree tightly, legs having slipped around his waist and squeezing. Tenia felt everything, and abandoned safety for the sake of orgasm, leaning her head back and crying out as the spasms of pleasure rippled through her body.
Holding the huntress’ hips against his, the demon pressed her firmly against the tree, leaning over her as his speedy thrusts stopped, hips twitching and bumping softly into her while the demon panted heavily, satisfied growls echoing in his broad chest.
After recovering, the devil pulled out slowly and Tenia dropped to the jungle floor, barely catching herself on shaking legs. They watched each other for a moment, sizing the other up, before the huntress stood tall and looked the demon in his red eyes. “I am Tenia of the jungle,” she stated firmly, unsure if the creature would understand her but not knowing what else to say.
Silence fell between them, the demon nodding slowly before returning to pick up his belongings, Tenia following his example and finding her mere scraps of clothing. Before she departed he returned to her, reaching out to cup her face in one of his large hands and looking into her brown eyes a final time. “Tek’kai,” the devil stated slowly, mandibles twitching with pronunciation.
He walked into the jungle and disappeared, this time without his sorcery.
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