Puff-Puff!

Inspired by the work of ricobanderas9, I thought I'd try my hand at the intensely appealing world of seductive monsters.

The Hero breathed deeply as the monster slid off of his sword, its blood staining the blade. Holding a hand to the wound the beast's teeth had left in his side, he sat down and dug around in his pack for a healing potion. Taking a deep swig of the dark blue liquid, he sighed as the flesh knitted itself back together. Tossing the now-empty bottle aside, he grimaced at the lightness of the pack and sighed once again. That had been his last healing potion; the Swordsman's Labyrinth had exhausted the rest of the party's supplies and left his companions in various states of unconsciousness.
Deep within the labyrinth, the party had encountered the deadly Trap Box. The Hero's partners had quickly fallen to the mimic-esque beast. It had been by the sheerest stroke of luck that the Hero's final, desperate blow had shattered the monster, leaving the coveted Venus Tear for him to collect. The next two hours had been spent dragging his partners' bodies back to the wagon and explaining to King Trode what had happened. Now, he was almost done.
Breathing hard, he walked over to where he had laid Jessica's body before the most recent fight had begun and gently picked her up. Walking out of the dungeon and into the sunlight, he tried to ignore the various sensations being so close to the red-haired sorceress evoked in him. The softness of her skin, the scent of her body... These were distractions he didn't need, but which he found difficult to forget. He usually fought down the feelings that Jessica's provocative outfits and dances brought to mind, but with her so close...
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these impure thoughts. He was on a desperate quest, and there was no time for such thoughts. He needed to concentrate on getting his friend to the safety of the wagon before another monster attacked.
At the wagon, the toad-like King Trode smiled grimly as the Hero approached.
"You're sure about this, young lad? The journey across the swamp back to Pickham is dangerous enough with your friends helping you; this will be very perilous."
The Hero looked in his king's eyes and nodded resolutely. Yes, it would be dangerous, but his teammates needed the healing supplies only available at the nearby city, and without the transformed princess Medea to pull the wagon, it would be safest and quickest for him to go alone.
"I see you've decided, my young friend. I'll watch over the others. You just be safe. There are rumors of... strange monsters in this part of the world."
The Hero nodded again, adjusted his pack on his back, and set out across the marshes.

It was hours later. Various zombies, skeletons, and other foes had attacked, thinking to overcome a solitary adventurer, but the Hero's swordwork ensured that he had lost more blood to mosquitoes than to the various fiends that tried to block his path. Now, the sun was starting to go down, and the Hero began to realize something he had been subconsciously noticing for several minutes. He was being watched.
Turning around slowly, scanning the countryside, he drew his sword and tensed for battle.
And suddenly, there she was.
A cruel face, framed by long blue hair that fell all the way to her shapely hips. Her skin was light blue, contrasting alluringly with a tight black dress that barely covered her stunning body. She smiled in a way that wasn't quite friendly, swaying as she moved closer to him. A strange black orb hovered over her head, eye-like, disturbing. He pulled his eyes away from it and locked them on hers, wondering what a woman was doing in this desolate wasteland.
"Hello, young man," she said in a sultry, seductive voice, deepening her smile as she wiggled even closer to him. Her breasts bounced distractingly as she moved, drawing his eyes away from the predatory look on her beautiful face. He stared at her tantalizing, deep cleavage for a moment, then shook his head, trying to remain focused and aware. He was distressed to realize that his sword arm had begun to drop, and quickly raised it back into wary position.
"What's the matter, hunny?" she asked, leaning forward and trapping his gaze between her luscious orbs. "Don't you trust me? Don't you like what you seeeeeee?"
He found himself nodding without thinking about it, responding to the tempting tone of her voice and the enthralling sight in front of him. She took another step toward him, and the slight jiggle the motion produced made his knees, already tired from a long day's march, grow weak.
There was only a foot of space between them now, and suddenly her scent hit him, overpowering him. Strong but pleasant, devastatingly feminine, it clouded his mind and made thought difficult.
"I'm Hazel," she whispered across the inches of space that separated their bodies, "And I want to be your friend." She raised a lithe, slender arm and waved her hand in front of his confused, lustful eyes. Her long black fingernails collected his gaze and then pulled it to her breasts as she ran her seductive talons up and down them. His eyes followed their every movement, caution and danger forgotten. His knees gave out and he fell before her, dropping to eye level with her magnificent, pert breasts. His sword fell to the side as he gazed in adoration at her body, breathing in her intoxicating perfume. Already he was beginning to forget his mission, his purpose, before this woman and her seductive onslaught.
And then she struck. Her claws moved away from their entrancing dance and lashed out at his face, scratching deep into his skin. The pain shocked him out of his trance, and he fell back in shock, realizing how close he had come to being defeated by this strange, feminine monster. He reached for his sword, but suddenly stopped, feeling confused.
She had raised her arm into the air, her nails glistening in the fading sunlight, glistening with his blood. And slowly, luxuriously, as though he was not even now trying to grab his sword, she lowered each bloody talon to her lips and licked it clean, moaning softly with pleasure as she drank his blood.
He knew he should grab his weapon, should kill this beast, but he could not draw his eyes away from the sight or the sound of her feasting on him. Instead, he lay there on his back, staring as this sensual monster used her cunning tongue to remove every drop of blood from her long, black claws, trying not to think about her teeth sinking into his neck. How good it would feel. And then, before he regained his senses, she looked him in the eye, and he was frozen in the spot.
"You're so delicious, lover," she whispered in that same, beguiling voice. "I just have to take you home." She licked her lips, and, continuing to hold him in her gaze, crossed the foot of distance that kept them apart. Using her razor-sharp talons, she slowly, so slowly, slit her dress from the bottom to the middle of her thigh, revealing a dazzling pair of legs. She straddled him, put her hands on the back of his head. He tried vainly to struggle, realizing he was in desperate danger. The warmth of her body was enrapturing, but his friends needed him, he had to fight... but the temptress ignored his efforts, grinned hungrily, and whispered the two words that sealed the young Hero's fate.
"Puff-Puff!"
And with that, she brought his face up to her breasts, rubbing them against him, feeling his body go limp and his cock grow hard as she evaporated his mind in a flurry of irresistible sensation. Her scent, unstoppably close, flooding his mind with desire. The touch, silky soft, gentle, as she enveloped his face in pleasure. The sight of her eclipsing his world, replacing all of his previous needs with the need to obey. Her voice, her lips only an inch from his ear as she whispered it, again, and again, "Puff-puff. Puff-puff."
And her taste, as his resistance broke, as his tongue began to seek out her entrancing flesh. His hands, following the dictates of his primal urges, pulled down her dress, revealing her nipples. He began to kiss, to nibble, to suck, unable and unwilling to stop as she ground her breasts into his mouth. The tangy sweat of her breasts hit his tongue and he moaned at the overwhelming pleasure that tasting her brought.
With that same vicious smile, the seductive monster slit his pants open, revealing his hard erection. She gently, softly, ran a single nail down his cock, causing him to climax explosively and then fall back, exhausted. The irresistible monster hummed softly to herself as she continued to sit on his unconscious body, making plans.
She knew from long experience that a single session wouldn't be enough to make him her devoted slave. But it had planted the seeds that would leave him ruined, the addiction he would be unable to break. His companions would never find him, as she led him back to her cave, sumptuously, decadently outfitted in spoils she had acquired from her other hapless, enthusiastic lovers. This one, while poor, was strong, and would last her for some time. His pleasures would be exquisite; his loyalty, unquestionable. And it would only take a few more hours of unstoppable delight before he would be the willing slave of the Goddess Witch Hazel for the rest of his life.
He began to awaken, his eyes showing confusion and worry, but not enslavement. Not yet, anyway.
Before he could begin to fight against her, she giggled softly, whispered "Puff-Puff!" once more, running her tongue across his ear as she said it, and pulled him back into her delicious, irresistible trap.