Lost In The Woods...

Personal Disclaimer: Which is really too bad. If I’d created them, I might be a lot richer than I am now. *shrug* Anyway, this story will contain sex and shouldn’t be read by children…as well as those who think of themselves as adults even if the law doesn’t think so. This story will take place during the game. The boy (Max) has just met up with the girl (Sara) and she wants to head straight for the woods. Max was told to go to Gaia’s Navel first, so Sara splits and heads into the woods herself. What kind of fiendish things will happen to her while she’s all alone? >8) No real spoilers because this happens really early in the game…well, maybe minor ones…

Lost In The Woods…
By The Playing Mantis

“Where are you going?” asked Sara angrily as Max headed down the path, towards Gaia’s Navel. “The Haunted Forest is that way!”
“Quiet!” hissed Max as he slowly snuck up on a sleeping Lullabud before chopping it down with his sword. He turned to her and said, “Look, Sara, I know you want to save Dyluck. I completely understand. But you’ve got to understand that until I can get my sword tempered at Watt’s place I probably won’t be able to do anything in that cursed place. We’re going to Gaia’s Navel first. As soon as I get my sword fixed, then we can go to save Dyluck.”
“But…” started Sara.
“No buts!” snapped Max. “I appreciate you saving me from those Goblins and I intend to return the favor, but I’m not strong enough to help you with Dyluck yet. Now come on, you can help me get to the dwarf village and then we can go to the Haunted Forest tomorrow.”
Sara went quiet for the rest of the trip down the spiral path that led to the caverns of Gaia’s Navel, but as Max was starting to push through the waterfall that led inside, she stopped and screamed, “I can’t wait an entire day! If you won’t help me, I’ll go save him myself!”
“Sara! Wait!” She didn’t stop running until she couldn’t hear him calling for her anymore.
“Jerk,” she panted as she leaned against the sign that pointed to the Haunted Forest. She gripped her Spiked Knuckles and headed down the path.
“Don’t go that way, it’s dangerous!” said an old man who was wandering around the path.
“Then why are you here?” asked Sara. “You can’t have gotten past all of those Rabites, Lullabuds and Buzz Bees all by yourself.”
“Don’t go that way, it’s dangerous!” said the old man as he continued to wander around.
“NPCs…” sighed Sara as she walked past the old man and continued down the path. But the path suddenly ended, leaving her staring down a group of stone faces that grinned, cat-like, at her. “Wait…” she said. “The sign said the Haunted Forest was this way.” She ran back to the old man and said, “I thought the Haunted Forest was this way! Where is it?!”
“Don’t go that way, it’s dangerous!” said the old man making Sara slap her hand to her forehead.
“Of course…” she muttered to herself as she went back to the strange stones. As she stared at them, she suddenly noticed that they formed a pattern. They were slowly moving inward, almost as if they were trying to draw someone in. “Didn’t Dyluck say something about going to the forest by touching smiling stones?” she asked herself. “Never hurts to try.” She slowly moved forward, suddenly wishing she had taken Max’s spear with her, before reaching her hand out and touching the pair of stone faces at the end of the path. She blinked and was gone.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a very different place. Gone were the grassy fields and flowers, the pleasant sound of rushing water, the light gentle breeze, even the sun’s shining rays. Instead there was a discernable feeling of gloom hovering over the entire area. She looked down and saw that she was now standing on an intricately made magic circle. The stone faces must have been put where they were to take people’s attention away from the teleportation circles on the ground in front of them. She took a small step forward and looked around, shivering involuntarily at the thick foliage that was almost completely surrounding her. There was no way for a human to push past the dense pack of trees; and even if someone did manage to get through them, who knew what waited on the other side? Sara’s right hand slowly went up to her chest and gently grasped the blue brooch that she always wore. “Dyluck…” she whispered as she steeled herself and moved forward.
It wasn’t long before she reached a large fence made up of thorny vines wrapped around each other. “What the…Holy Hell!!!” cried Sara as an arrow came down and just missed her.
“I suggest you don’t move, miss,” said a smooth voice from the other side of the fence. “That was just a warning shot. The next one won’t miss.”
“What do you want?” asked Sara as calmly as she could manage.
“I’ll be asking the questions here,” said the voice as it slowly moved away from her. She could tell that whoever it was was slowly moving around the fence, probably so he could see her. “What are you doing in these woods?” asked the voice. “These woods belong to our master Elinee, and she doesn’t like intruders.”
“I was just looking for a friend,” said Sara. “I was told he’d come here.”
“Oh!” said the voice as a small furry creature wearing a red hood and a green jerkin came into view. “So you’re friends with those knights who came here to assassinate our master! Very interesting.”
It was a Chobin Hood, but Sara had never seen one before. His rodent shaped face and raccoon tail both stood out prominently and he was about half her height. Sara looked at the small furry creature that was pointing a bow at her and one thought came into her head. “You’re So Cute!!!” she squealed as her eyes turned into little pink hearts.
“Wha--?” asked the Chobin Hood before he was quickly scooped up and hugged by Sara.
“You’re even cuter than a Rabite!” said Sara as she started tickling his stomach.
“Hey!” growled the Chobin Hood between stifled giggling, “Stop that!” He somehow managed to wriggle his way out of her clutches and get away from her before pointing his bow at her. “Now I’m serious!” he panted, suddenly very happy that he had fur to hide the tremendous blush that covered his face.
“So am I!” roared Sara as she punched him dead in the face. “Did you really think I was that vapid?!” Two more punches and a groin kick were all that were needed to make the Chobin Hood whimper and crumple to the ground. “And that’s that…” she said as she happily slapped her hands together before turning around and coming to a dead stop.
“That was cute miss, real cute,” said one of about 20 Chobin Hoods who were standing there with arrows notched and pointed at her. “Confusing him with girlish charms and then beating him senseless. Twit deserved what he got, really. However, you’re going to have to come with us now. And, just so you know, that’s not a request.” Sara slowly put her hands up over her head before walking over to the Chobin Hoods and quietly muttering something. “Huh?” asked the first Chobin Hood. “What was that?”
“I said if you want to win, you have to take the first shot!!!” screamed Sara into the faces of the Chobin Hoods. Most of them covered their sensitive ears, but all of them winced and lost their aim on her. Her eyes twinkled as she cracked her knuckles and tore into the small army. By the time she was done, only the one who had spoken to her before was still conscious, and she held him by the lapels of his shirt and easily held him up to her, very angry, face. “Still think I’m being cute?” she asked dangerously.
“No, by the looks of things, you appear to be a person on the verge of breaking into a homicidal rage,” said the Chobin Hood in a very calm and, he was hoping, very soothing voice.
“Very good,” said Sara. “Now, I want you to take me to Dyluck…right now!”
“Yeah, sure,” said the Chobin Hood. “I’ll take you to whoever! Who’s Dyluck?”
“My boyfriend!” snarled Sara. “Blonde hair, orange armor, leading a group of Pandoran knights here.”
“Oh yeah! Him!” said the Chobin Hood. “Don’t you worry! I’ll take you right to him!”
“Good,” said Sara, “And no tricks!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” grumbled the Chobin Hood as she dropped him to the ground. He led her up some stairs and around a few more thorny hedges before they both stopped and stared at someone that Sara wasn’t expecting to see.
“Neko?” asked Sara. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a shop between Gaia’s Navel and Pandora.”
“You can never tell where people will need items,” said the pink cat-merchant, naturally rolling his ‘Rs’ in a slightly seductive tone as he looked at Sara. “And since you’re such a pretty, young thing, I’ll give you special prices on all of my items, just this once.”
“Uh…well, I suppose,” said Sara uncertainly, not really liking the way that the merchant was looking at her. “Do you have anything worth buying?”
“I just so happen to have this lovely Kung-Fu Suit that I purchased from the Dwarven Village,” said Neko as he dropped his peddler’s sack to the ground and started rummaging through it. “I’m sure it would fit you perfectly underneath that pink dress of yours. It’s tightly woven fibers will protect that cute little body of your from most physical attacks.” He looked side-long at the Chobin Hood. “Although I will admit, it won’t stop an arrow.”
“That sounds good,” said Sara with a smile. “How much will it cost?”
“Don’t worry about the money,” said Neko with a smile. “Just come over here and we can get you suited up.”
“But, I can’t just let him out of my sight,” said Sara, pointing at the Chobin Hood. “He’d just run away…”
“Don’t worry about that,” said Neko with a smile that chilled her blood, “He won’t run away. Not after I tie him down.” So saying, he dashed over and, before the Chobin Hood could move, tied his tail to Neko’s bag of stuff, making sure that the knot was underneath the sack.
“Yeah right,” said the Chobin Hood. “Like that’ll stop me.” He stood up and attempted to pick up Neko’s bag so he could untie himself. He was more than a little embarrassed to find out that he couldn’t even budge the bag. “Fine! I’ll just untie my tail then!” He tried to reach back to get to the knot until he remembered that he couldn’t reach his tail. A pained expression ran across his face as he sat down and said, “Doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere…thanks…”
“There you go,” said Neko as he grabbed Sara by the wrist and pulled her along. “Now, I just have to see you in this outfit. Come along!”
“Okay, okay, don’t yank my arm off!” said Sara as Neko dragged her into a small clearing, surrounded by thorny bushes. Neko tossed the Kung-Fu Suit to Sara and she started to take off her dress when she suddenly realized that he was standing there staring at her. “Uh…do you mind?” she asked.
“Not in the slightest,” said Neko. “However, if you wish for me to turn around, I can do that. Uh…I’ll hold onto those spiked knuckles of yours. You don’t want to tear your dress, now do you?”
“I don’t think that’s…” started Sara before sighing and nodding. “Okay,” she said as she took off her weapons and handed them to Neko. “But don’t lose them. I’m pretty much defenseless without them.”
Purrfect…” hissed Neko as he pocketed the knuckles and smiled, turning around silently.
Sara shivered as she wondered what was going on with Neko and his complete change in character. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked as she slowly turned away from him and shrugged off her dress. “You’re acting a little weird.”
“I feel just fine,” hissed Neko in her ear, causing her to stiffen. She gasped as she felt his furry paws quickly grip her breasts and start to grope them. “And you feel fine too!” he chuckled.
“What are you doing?!” cried Sara as she tried to push him away. “Let go of me!”
“I don’t think so!” said Neko. “I’m just taking my payment for the suit!” He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head.
“I don’t want it anymore!” cried Sara as she continued to struggle.
“No refunds,” said Neko as he unsnapped Sara’s bra and eased it off slowly, smirking at her look of shame.
“Don’t…please…” sobbed Sara before she thought of something. “Max’ll kill you when I tell him you did this!”
“Very possibly,” said Neko. “But I’ll die a happy cat.” He spun her around and pressed his lips against hers. Sara closed her eyes and tried, desperately, to get away from him. Neko’s free hand slowly ran over her body as he continued to kiss her, making her shudder with revulsion. She couldn’t believe that Neko would do this to her. He had always seemed to be a jovial and happy-go-lucky merchant. This was a side that she never expected to see of him, and never wanted to see either.
After struggling for a few minutes, Sara suddenly let her knee fly up, trying to connect it with Neko’s crotch. He was too quick for her, however, and easily blocked her blow, before punching her in the stomach and tossing her to the ground. “What the hell?!” she coughed, “How did you get so strong?!”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” grinned Neko as he knelt down next to the prone girl and ripped her panties from her body, making her cry out. “It’s time to collect my payment.” He grabbed her wrists before she even thought to move, and held them easily in one hand as he used his other one to unfasten his pants. Sara tried to kick him, but he blocked all of her blows and laid down on top of her.
“No!” she screamed. “Don’t do this to me!!!”
Neko merely smiled at her before kissing her on the cheek and saying, “Trust me…by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me for more.” He pushed his mouth up against hers in a rough kiss, muffling her screams of protest as his large, furry member started to ease it’s way in between her lower lips. But suddenly, he stopped pushing and pulled away from her. She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes and saw that he was looking at her thoughtfully. “You know what?” he said, “I don’t think I’ll do that after all.” Sara sighed with relief and was about to scream at Neko for what she was beginning to think was a really bad joke when he grabbed her by the hair, brought her up and stuffed his dick into her mouth instead. “This’ll be payment enough for me,” he said with a smile. Sara only sobbed and groaned with shame as she was forced to give the cat-man a blowjob. She was slightly disturbed by the fact that Neko’s cock was covered with fur, mostly because it started tickling her throat, making her cough and gag. (Yes, I’m fully well aware that that’s not what cat penis’ are like, but just bear with me on this one…kay?) Sara, hoping to finish the humiliation as soon as possible, started running her tongue around the invader, hoping that he would just cum and let her go. “Oh, that’s nice…” purred Neko. “I should do this sort of thing more often!”
“I’m never buying anything from this jackass again,” thought Sara to herself. A single tear slid down her face and she closed her eyes when she felt Neko speeding up his thrusting. Apparently, she was doing a good job by him, because it wasn’t much longer before he thrust his dick as far into her mouth as he could, shooting his seed into her mouth. Sara gagged and coughed as Neko held himself in place until he was done. Then he merely sighed happily and pulled his dick from her mouth, finally giving her the chance to spit his cum out. “I’m…gonna…kill…you…” panted Sara as she slowly crawled over to her clothes and slowly put them on.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” said Neko. “You won’t do anything of the sort!”
“And why not?” asked Sara as she put the Kung Fu suit on.
“Because I still have those spiked knuckles of yours!” giggled Neko as he dashed out of the fenced in area. “Ta ta!”
“Hey!” cried Sara as she quickly put her dress on and dashed after the merchant. When she got back to where they had met, the Chobin Hood was standing there, looking confused.
“What happened to you?” he asked. “I heard a lot of screaming and stuff coming from over there. And then that cat guy just came through here, giggling like a maniac.”
“Where’d he go?!” snarled Sara.
“He went up those steps and through that magic portal,” said the Chobin Hood.
“You’d better not be lying to me,” said Sara angrily. “If you are, I will seriously come back here and beat you senseless.”
“I don’t think I have anything to worry about there,” said the Chobin Hood.
“Okay then,” said Sara, to upset to realize that he was grinning at her. She quickly ran up the steps and stepped into the magic circle, vanishing before the Chobin Hood’s eyes.
“It seems to me that you’ve managed to completely ruin that merchant in the eyes of that girl,” said the Chobin Hood with a grin as he turned around and looked at Neko.
“That’ll teach him to come into our master’s forest,” said Neko. “I’ll stick around, just in case more idiots come here.” He smiled evilly. “I have to admit, I hope there are more cute girls. That was a lot of fun!”
Sara looked around at the place she had been transported to and shivered. She was in a large area that was completely surrounded by thorny bushes. There was nowhere to go. She grumbled to herself and swore that she would kill that Chobin Hood for lying to her. She turned to go back to the magic circle but froze when she saw that it wasn’t there. She was trapped in the area with no way of getting out and no weapons if anything attacked her. “Dammit!” she hissed. “I guess I should have stuck with Max, after all.” She ran her fingers through her hair as she sat down and contemplated her options. “There’s got to be a way out of here,” she said to herself. “That can’t have just been a magic circle to a dead-end.”
“It’s not a dead-end,” growled a voice from directly behind her. “It’s merely a cage until we say otherwise.”
Sara shot up and whirled around, but all that she could see was the thorny bushes. “Who’s there?!” she called.
“Where are you looking?” howled a different voice from her left. “I’m over here!” She looked to her left, but she still only saw bushes.
“No, I’m over here!” roared a third voice to her right.
“What’s going on?!” cried Sara as she backed away from the three voices which were roaring with maniacal laughter. “Where are you?! What do you want with me?!”
“We just want a little fun, is all,” sneered the third voice as three werewolves leapt over the thorny fence and stood in front of her.
“O-okay…” said Sara. “I can be your forth for a poker game or something.” She grinned hopefully even though she knew that wasn’t what they meant.
“Hey cool!” said the second werewolf. “We’ve been looking for a fourth player!” The other two werewolves looked at him. “What? We have!”
“We do not play poker with prisoners!” growled the third werewolf.
“Well, technically, we’re not supposed to do anything to prisoners except take them to the dungeon,” said the first werewolf.
“He’s right,” said the second werewolf. “The master’d be really sore at us if we did anything else.”
“What the master doesn’t know won’t hurt us,” said the third werewolf. (You know what? It’s a pain calling them that…so the first werewolf is Tom, the second is Dick and the third is Harry!)
Sara blinked at the three werewolves as they continued to argue and was starting to wonder if they would just forget about her when Dick came over to her, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her over to the others. “Here,” he said, “You can be the referee.”
“Huh?” asked Sara. “What referee?”
“They’re gonna thumb wrestle to see who wins,” said Dick with a silly grin on his face.
“Uh…okay…” said Sara as she looked at the two ‘combatants’ and sighed when she saw how determined they were to win. “Uh…1, 2, 3, 4…I declare a thumb war…go?” She tilted her head to the side as she watched Tom and Harry thumb wrestle for a few minutes before it started going into real wrestling moves. “Hey!” she snapped. “There are no choke holds in thumb wrestling!”
“Wow,” said Dick. “You’re the best referee we’ve ever had. Most of them just shrug and go away after a few minutes. I’m Dick, by the way. The one on the left is Tom, he’s trying to win to get Harry, the one on the right, to just take you to the dungeons. Harry, on the other hand…well, let’s just say he wants to have some fun at your expense first.”
“And what do you want?” asked Sara.
“I’d be fine just to have a fourth for poker,” said Dick with a smile.
“Great,” mumbled Sara before looking back up at the match. “Hey! No biting! Growl at me one more time and I’ll say that you forfeit Tom!”
“Uh…wouldn’t that be bad for you?” asked Dick.
“I hate cheaters…” muttered Sara. “Besides, to be a decent referee, I have to be impartial…what the hell am I saying?! Tom! Beat the snot out of him!!!”
“Uh…calm down,” said Dick.
“Calm down?!” snarled Sara as she grabbed Dick by the lapels. “These two are fighting over whether you all are gonna rape me—I said, No Choke Holds!!!—and you want me to calm down?! I’ve already been forced to give a blowjob to someone that I trusted and now you want to have your way with me too. What reason do I have—Fight with your thumbs! Not your fists!—to calm down?!” As angry as she was, she couldn’t help it when tears started sliding down her face. “How dare you treat me like some sort of prize! I’m not an object! I’m a human being and as such I deserve a little more respect than this!” After her little diatribe, she lost all of her energy and crumpled to the ground, sobbing.
“Hey!” said Dick, “I understand what it’s like to not get any respect.” He knelt down next to Sara and gently rubbed her shoulders. “Those two only treat me with any respect when they want something from me because they think I’m stupid.” He looked back at his two comrades, who were still locked in thumb combat and whispered to her, “Hey, if you want, I could take you to the dungeons while those two are still occupied.”
Sara looked up at him. “You’d do that?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said. “No offense…but you’re just not hairy enough for my tastes.”
“You’re not much of a dick…are you?” asked Sara with a smile, making Dick laugh.
“Not much of one,” he replied as the two started to sneak off.
“Hold it!” shouted Harry. “Where are you taking her?!”
“To the dungeon, where she’s supposed to go,” said Dick. “I’m with Tom on this one.”
“Doesn’t matter,” said Harry. “I won.”
Sara looked behind Harry and gasped when she saw that Tom’s hand was pinned underneath a large rock. “What’s the matter with you?!” she cried. “Are you completely crazy?!”
“Yes,” sighed Tom. “A little help please?” Dick rushed over and helped Tom push the rock off of his hand. Tom stood up, gently blowing on his hand like he had been given a small cut.
“Uh…are you okay?” asked Sara.
“Yeah, why?” asked Tom.
“Because you just had your hand underneath a boulder,” said Sara flatly. “Something like that would crush a human’s hand.
“Yeah,” said Tom. “but we’re not exactly human, are we?”
“No, I suppose not,” said Sara sadly as she felt Harry’s paws reach around her and start groping her breasts, making her shudder.
“Enough talking,” he said. “Time for some action.” Sara growled as she quickly whirled around and back-handed Harry in the face. The two stood there for a second before Harry slowly reached up his hand and grabbed Sara’s wrist, bringing it down and grinning at her. “Was that supposed to hurt, little girl?” he asked, making Sara go pale.
“I really think we should just take her to the dungeon,” said Dick.
“Oh stop your whining and help me take her dress off,” said Harry.
“No,” said Dick.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” asked Harry dangerously. Tom took a step away from the other two, moving just fast enough to catch Sara when Harry flung her away and tore at Dick. He grabbed Dick’s lapel and brought up his fist before saying, “But I beat Tom at Thumb Wrestling! We always make our decisions like this!” Sara blinked as Harry actually started whining, causing Tom to cover his ears.
“Is he for real?” asked Sara quietly.
“He may act like a brute, but he’s really just a rich brat who’s used to getting his own way,” replied Tom.
“Are you all insane?” asked Sara without thinking.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say,” said Dick, sounding wounded.
“Actually, I was thinking the same thing,” said Tom.
“Come on, you two!” said Harry. “I’ve always wanted to try a human female. I’m told they’re tighter than anything in the world!”
“I don’t really care about that,” said Tom. “My wife would be upset with me if I slept around on her.”
“I already said that she’s not hairy enough for my tastes,” said Dick.
“Look, it’s two against one,” said Sara. “Can’t you just take me to the dungeon? Then I could see Dyluck!”
“Wait…Dyluck?” asked Tom. He turned to the other two and said, “Isn’t he the one who…?”
“Yeah, I think so…” said Dick.
“What?!” cried Sara. “What happened to him?!”
“Nothing…so much…Happened to him,” said Dick slowly. “It’s just that the boss has taken a bit of a liking to him.”
“Which means…?” asked Sara.
“It means he’s being prepped for transport,” said Harry. “He’s going to be taken to main base pretty soon.”
“No!” cried Sara as she pulled herself from Tom’s grip and grabbed Harry. “You’ve got to take me to him! Please!”
“What do we do?” asked Dick.
“I say we just take her to the dungeons and be done with it,” said Tom.
“I’ve got an idea,” said Harry. “I’ll take her to the dungeon, and you two go ask the boss if she can see that Dyluck guy.”
“Can we trust you to do that?” asked Tom as his eyes narrowed.
“Of course!” said Harry. ‘I swear I’ll take her to the dungeon!”
“Okay,” said Tom as he and Dick leapt over the thorny fence and took off.
“That’s what I told them, of course,” said Harry with a wicked grin.
“I knew it,” sighed Sara as a huge sweat drop formed on the back of her head. She contemplated calling for help but gave up and hung her head down, realizing that they wouldn’t hear her anyway. “I could really use those spiked knuckles right about now,” she mumbled to herself as she backed away from Harry.
“Just do what I say, and it’ll all be over sooner than you think,” said Harry as he easily closed the distance between them and held her arms in his tight grip.
“That’s a lie and you know it,” hissed Sara angrily.
Harry shrugged. “Maybe so, but I’ve been told it’s best to give people hope when their situation is hopeless,” he said.
“That’s only so you can feel more powerful when you take the hope away, you bastard,” said Sara.
“You’re probably right,” said Harry, “and I like it! Take that dress off.”
“No,” said Sara.
“Take it off, or I’ll tear it from your body!” snarled Harry. Sara didn’t move making Harry take a step towards her. “Now!” he barked, making her wince. Not even waiting for her to respond, Harry grabbed her, spun her around and unzipped the back of her dress, letting the thing fall to the ground around her. “Okaaaay…” he said slowly. “Now take off the Kung-Fu suit!”
“If I didn’t take off the dress, what makes you think I’ll take this off?” asked Sara.
“Uh…cause…?” said Harry weakly.
“You have got to be the most pathetic rapist I’ve ever met,” said Sara, keeping to herself that he was only the second she ever met.
“Whatever,” said Harry. “You still don’t stand a chance of beating me without any weapons.”
Sara opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again. “Tell you what,” she said, sudden inspiration striking. “I’ll take my outfit off if you promise not to hurt me at all.”
“Yeah, fine,” said Harry.
“Pinky swear,” said Sara, knowing that he’d go for that and not break it.
Harry winced but put out his pinky and locked it with Sara’s. “Pinky swear…” he sighed.
“Great,” said Sara as she blushed and slowly removed the rest of her clothing. She slowly moved her hands away from her body so that Harry could see her. “Okay, can you take me to the dungeon now?”
“What?!” cried Harry. “No way! Not now!” As he took a step towards her, Sara held up her hand.
“You promised that you wouldn’t hurt me,” said Sara. “You even pinky swore that you wouldn’t. How much pain do you think I’d suffer if you raped me?” Harry’s jaw dropped to the ground as he suddenly realized exactly what he had promised. He growled as Sara bent over to pick up her clothes and lunged at her. “What are you doing?!” screamed Sara as Harry grabbed her by the waist. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me!”
“That’s why I’m not gonna rape you,” said Harry as he ran his hands gently along her thighs.
“Then what are you doing?!” hissed Sara as she felt the fingers of one of his hands slowly slide along her stomach.
“Pleasuring you,” whispered Harry into her ear.
“I highly doubt you could…ooooh…” moaned Sara as Harry started to expertly grope her breasts. His fingers, though a little hairy, seemed to know exactly where to rub and squeeze. His every movement caused a small gasp or moan to come from Sara’s mouth.
“Have you ever been touched like this?” asked Harry quietly as he gently flicked his fingers over her nipples, making them stand up straight. Sara moaned, but refused to answer him. Harry smirked and said, “I bet Dyluck has touched you like this, but not as well.”
Sara bit her lip to keep from yelling at him. He was absolutely right, though. Dyluck had never been this good. How was this childish brute of a wolfman able to tease her body in ways that the man she loved was unable to? She wouldn’t be able to take much more. “Stop it…please…” she whimpered.
“I suppose I should,” said Harry as he slowly ran his hands away from Sara’s breast, making her shiver.
Sara sighed with relief until she noticed that his hands weren’t leaving her body and were slowly moving downward, toward her hips. “Where do you think you’re moving those?” she asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound tough.
“I said I was going to pleasure you,” said Harry. “You didn’t think that a little playful groping of your chest would be all that it entailed…did you?”
“I could always hope,” panted Sara before gasping as Harry’s hands gently slid over her inner thighs. She groaned and arched her back as Harry’s right hand found her opening and started to slowly slide along it with one finger. She quickly grabbed at his wrist and tried to pull it away, but she wasn’t in the best position to pull him off and his slow and gentle massaging was making her feel weak. “Please…I’m begging you…” she sobbed.
“Okay, okay,” sighed Harry as he stopped rubbing her and pulled his hand away. Sara tried to catch her breath, but it was taken away as Harry suddenly sat down, taking her with him. “Don’t want you falling when you get weak knees, after all,” he said with a smile as his right hand went back to her nether lips, this time two fingers running along them. She was about to yell at him when she froze as she felt his erection pressing into her back. She couldn’t see it, but she could tell that it was way bigger than Dyluck’s. Her mind started wandering in an unwanted direction as she wondered how it would feel to have such a huge member moving inside of her. Realizing what she was thinking, she shook her head violently and started to fight him once more, but she just couldn’t get enough strength to push him off.
“No…” whimpered Sara. “Don’t touch me there…stop…” She shut her eyes, willing back her tears and trying to not feel the wetness that was slowly starting to drip down her thighs. “Let me go… I don’t want to do this!”
“Shhh…” whispered Harry soothingly as he started to gently stroke her hair. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I won’t, so why don’t you just lie back and relax?”
“Because you’re raping me!” screamed Sara. “It doesn’t matter how much pleasure I get from this! Once I say no, it’s officially rape! Now let me go! Please!” No longer able to control them, her tears spilled down her face as she cried out in orgasm.
“You know what?” asked Harry. “You’re absolutely right.”
“But…you’re not gonna stop…are you?” panted Sara.
“Nope,” replied Harry instantly. He slowly leaned in and lightly licked Sara’s neck, making her shiver. “Did you know that all of my girlfriends have come from different walks of life and yet there are two things that they all agree on? The first is that I’m a terrific lover.” He paused as he sent light kisses along Sara’s neck.
“And what’s the other thing?” asked Sara as her body gently twitched as she felt his hot breath by her ear.
“That I’m a complete loser otherwise,” said Harry in a sultry voice, making Sara giggle despite herself. By this time, Harry had three fingers slowly running along her lower lips, gently tracing the outline, but never trying to push their way inward. Sara slowly closed her eyes and let out a long moan as she finally gave in and let her head lay back on Harry’s shoulder. Harry, knowing better than to gloat, merely smiled as he kissed her cheek softly. “That’s right,” he whispered, “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
“Don’t want to…” murmured Sara. “Want to…want to…” Her thoughts were cut off as Harry finally slowly pushed one of his fingers inside of her, careful not to hurt her with his claws. “Oh god…” she moaned as the long, thick finger easily slid in and out of the moist tunnel. “Please… Please…”
“You want me to stop?” asked Harry.
“No…” sobbed Sara. “Another finger…”
Harry grinned and said, “Your wish is my command.”
“Yes…” hissed Sara as a second finger slowly slipped inside of her. Sara’s body shuddered as Harry moved one finger in while pulling the other out, going back and forth in an alternating motion that drove her crazy. Harry gripped Sara’s right hand and slowly eased it down towards her crotch. He continued to move his fingers inside of her as he ran her fingers along her lower lips before bringing the hand up to his face so he could gently suck her juices from them. Sara shuddered again as she felt his lips wrap around her fingers and his tongue run along them. “Ah!” she gasped as she suddenly grabbed Harry’s hand as it started to speed up. “Don’t!”
Harry pulled her hand from his mouth and said, “But, I thought you wanted me to do this.” He ran his fingers through her hair as he easily slid another finger into her warmth. Sara gritted her teeth as she tried, futily, to pull Harry’s hand from her body. She let out small gasping cries and started shaking her head. He slowly lowered his head until his mouth was right next to her ear before gently blowing into it. Sara’s body stiffened as she heard him say, “You’re close again, aren’t you? That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?” Sara whimpered as she nodded her head. “It’s okay,” soothed Harry. “Let yourself go. It’s just you and me here. No one else will see this…or even know about it.”
“Be…trayal… Dyluck…” whimpered Sara. “Don’t…”
“Dyluck isn’t here,” said Harry. “Let yourself go and have the fun that your body is telling you to have.”
“But I…” panted Sara. Her mind was telling her to try to fight, but her body was going crazy with desire and telling her to follow Harry’s advice. She tried desperately to block out the enormous pleasure that was coming from her crotch, but she was fighting a losing battle. Harry wasn’t kidding when he said he was a terrific lover. Her small moans and whimpers gave way to a piercing shriek as Harry’s thumb started rubbing her clit. Unable to fight anymore, Sara surrendered to the pleasure that was being forced on her, clutching desperately to Harry’s tunic as she wailed and moaned, coming closer and closer to her inevitable climax.
Harry took the opportunity to gently press his lips against hers in a small kiss that she automatically took to with relish. To say that Harry was surprised by this turn of events would be an understatement; however, he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sara’s arms wrapped tightly around Harry’s shoulders as she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. He accepted her invitation, relishing the sweet taste of her mouth, and knowing that it wouldn’t compare to the taste of her honey pot. “Cum for me, sweetie,” he whispered between kisses, “then I’ll make you feel even better.”
“I…I…Oh god…” gasped Sara. She cried and hugged Harry tightly to herself as she came. Tears slid down her cheeks as she slowly caught her breath. “That’s enough…” she panted. “I want to go now. Don’t make me hate myself even more…please…”
“Hey, hey, hey,” said Harry quietly. “Hate yourself? Why? For having a little innocent fun that doesn’t really even mean anything?” He wiped Sara’s tears away as he hugged her. “Tsk, tsk, my dear.” He kissed her again before gently stroking her pussy again, making her whimper. “But, if you want me to stop…” He continued to stroke her gently, loving the sound of her soft gasping.
“No…” sighed Sara, “I don’t want you to stop! But I need you to stop!”
“So…which is it?” asked Harry. “Do we stop, or don’t we?” With one more long stroke, Harry pulled his hand away from her crotch and actually let her decide.
Sara squirmed a little. She was trying really hard not to touch herself, but it wasn’t going well. She looked at his hand, still slightly damp, and squirmed some more. “What would you do if I said we should go?” she asked quietly.
“I said that I wouldn’t hurt you,” said Harry. “I always keep my promises to the ladies. If I tried anything else without your complete consent, I’d undoubtedly hurt you when you tried to run, so I guess I’d just take you to the dungeon.” He smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair, making her shudder. “Believe me, I’d prefer it if you’d stay until we completely finish this. I’ll probably never meet another human as beautiful as you.”
Sara blushed and looked down. There was a small puddle of fluid on the ground between her legs, and she swallowed audibly when she looked at it. Her pussy was tingling fiercely, telling her that it wasn’t ready to call it a day yet, not until it felt something large and thick pushing deep within it’s depths. She blushed even harder as she realized that she desperately needed to be fucked and she didn’t care who did it to her anymore. “I’m gonna hate myself for this later,” she said quietly before muttering something to Harry.
“Sorry, what was that?” asked Harry.
“Fuck me…please…” said Sara in a quiet voice, unable to look him in the eyes.
Harry lifted her face up and kissed her softly on the lips, saying, “Of course, my pretty. But first, I need to make sure you’re completely ready for me.”
“How are you gonna do that?” asked Sara meekly.
Harry kissed her again before spreading her dress out on the ground and laying her down on it. “Like this,” he said as he gently spread her legs and started rubbing her again as he ran his fingers through her hair. Sara closed her eyes and let out small gasps before she felt Harry’s lips against her own. She moaned into his mouth, opening it for his entry, but just then he moved away from her face, kissing down her body. She groaned softly as he planted kisses on both of her breasts before continuing to move downward, playfully licking her belly button. “Just lay back and enjoy this,” he said with a smile as he finally got between her legs and ran his tongue lightly over her slit.
“What are you…? Ah!” gasped Sara as she looked down at what Harry was doing. Dyluck had never gone down on her before, and she was completely enthralled by the new sensation of Harry’s rough, dog-like, tongue rasping against her sensitive skin. While he was licking her, his fingers eased into her and started wiggling around, attempting to stretch her entrance slowly and gently. Sara bit down on her hand to muffle her moans and cries as the pleasure was starting to drive her crazy again. “So good…” she moaned. “So fucking good!” She was getting so close to climax. She was there…and then he stopped and quickly pulled away from her. “What?!” she cried as she sat up and stared at him in shock. “No! Get back here!”
“Hold on,” said Harry with a smile as he pushed her back onto her back. “I’m not stopping, just changing how we play.”
“But…I was so close!” whined Sara.
“I know,” said Harry as he slipped out of his tunic and pants, finally revealing his huge member to her. “I want your next orgasm to be because of this guy.”
Sara trembled when she saw how big it was. She had been right. It was bigger than Dyluck’s. It was large and red, oozing a little precum that dripped to the ground. She also noticed a slight ball of muscle at the base, but she wasn’t sure what it was for. She watched, wide-eyed, as Harry laid down on top of her. She felt the tip of his cock, gently probing her entrance. She looked down at where they were going to join and suddenly realized just how big Harry really was. Harry seemed to notice this too and hesitated. He looked into her eyes and silently inquired what she wanted. She swallowed before saying, “It’s okay if you hurt me…just this once… But be careful…you could really do some damage with that monster.”
Harry grinned from ear to ear before kissing her on the forehead. “I’ll do my best,” he said before gripping his member and slowly easing it into Sara. Sara winced as she felt the bulbous tip push past her lips. Harry, noticing this, stopped until her face relaxed and she looked into his eyes again. As soon as they had eye contact again, Harry started to push again. The two kept their eyes locked for the entire time, reading each other and trying to figure out how best to go about their love-making. Sara was panting heavily, her body twitching and her muscles clenching with each inch that was pushed into her, until he stopped moving forward and leaned in to kiss her.
“You’re not all the way in,” whispered Sara.
“We’ll deal with the rest in a bit,” hissed Harry. Her tightness was unbelievable. Even without moving, he had to fight to not cum early. Her tightness was squeezing him so exquisitely that it was seriously driving him crazy. “Damn…so tight…” he groaned as he pulled out before slowly pushing back in, making her groan.
“So big!” she moaned huskily as Harry started moving a little faster in her. She started to thrust her hips up to meet his, but he gripped them and stopped her, making her whine.
“Sorry,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’m having a hard enough time controlling myself without you helping matters along any.” She looked into his eyes and smiled wickedly. Harry looked confused until he felt her purposefully squeezing his cock. He made a choked gurgling sound as he quickly pulled out of her. Sara cried out but Harry quickly flipped her over onto her hands and knees and quickly plunged back into her, making her scream with pleasure.
“I thought you were having trouble controlling yourself,” moaned Sara with a grin as Harry started pounding furiously into her.
“Fuck control,” growled Harry, hoping that she came before he did. “Fortunately, we werewolves have a secret weapon that always gets women in the end.”
“And that is…?” panted Sara.
“This!” said Harry as he finally pushed his penis all the way into Sara, his knot pushing past her lips with a wet popping sound. Sara’s eyes flew open as wide as they could go and she screamed and cried as she came. “Dammit!” hissed Harry as she clamped down so tightly on him that he couldn’t move, but it was enough for him to howl and cum deep inside of her, making her scream and cum again. Harry held her trembling body tightly as his cum flowed into her womb, his knot making sure that it stayed there. Sara was gasping and sobbing, her body twitching with each spurt of cum that she felt shoot into her, until it finally stopped and the two collapsed forward onto her dress. Harry quickly pulled Sara’s dress away before pulling out of her, so it wouldn’t get any more messy than it already was.
Sara was panting heavily on the ground, lying on her side, facing away from Harry. Tears were running down her face as she said, “Could you toss me my underwear please?”
Harry noticed the tone of her voice and smiled sadly before placing her underwear in front of her. “If you’d like, I could let you go,” he said as he pulled his pants up.
Sara slowly looked up at him as she was putting on her panties and asked, “What?”
“I broke my promise,” said Harry as he gently wiped her tears away. “I hurt you, so I have to make it up to you. I’ll let you out of here.”
“But, I still have to find Dyluck!” said Sara.
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about that,” said Harry as he tossed the rest of her clothes to her.
“I’m not leaving until I see Dyluck!” said Sara firmly.
Harry sighed. “Look, if you don’t leave shortly, some other guys are gonna come here to find out why you aren’t in the dungeon, and you don’t want them to be here because they are nowhere near as nice as me, Tom or Dick.” Sara stared at him, wide eyed, for a second before he sighed again. “They’re right behind me, aren’t they?” Sara nodded her head. Harry nodded as well and quickly jumped away, barely dodging a fist that would have easily knocked him out. “Well, I guess I’m fired then,” he said.
“Permanently,” growled one of the two werewolves that stood before the two.
“Sorry babe,” said Harry. “Looks like I can’t let you go free after all.”
“Well, at least you had some fun before you died,” said Sara, completely deadpan. Harry looked at her and saw her wink. He grinned.
“Time to die traitor!” snarled one of the werewolves before everyone heard a new voice calling out.
“Sara!” cried Max as he suddenly appeared in the clearing, followed closely by a little sprite. He quickly to stock of the situation and turned his sword on the two bigger werewolves. “Let her go!” he roared.
“Max?!” asked Sara. “What are you doing here?! I thought you were going to Gaia’s Navel!”
“We’ll talk later, lady,” said the sprite as it pulled out a small boomerang and hurled it at one of the big werewolves.
“Your knight has arrived to wisk you away, my lady,” said Harry quietly. “I’ll take my leave. Who knows, we may meet again.” He took her hand and kissed it before whispering in her ear, “And if you’re ever up for another go around, don’t hesitate to ask.” He smiled at her blushing face before kissing her cheek and leaping over the bushes and out of sight.
“Dammit!” snarled one of the werewolves. “After him!”
“You’re not going anywhere!” hollered Max as he leapt into the air and brought his sword down on the werewolf’s head. The werewolf went up in a puff of smoke, leaving a small pile of bones that quickly vanished.
“Shit!” growled the second werewolf right before the sprite’s boomerang hit him in the back of the neck. He too turned into a small pile of bones that promptly vanished.
“Right, and now for…where’d he go?” asked Max.
“Who?” asked Sara innocently.
“There was another werewolf standing next to you,” said Max. “Where’d he go?”
“He took off,” said Sara. “But we can deal with him later. What happened to Gaia’s Navel…and who’s the sprite?”
“I’m Ashley,” said the sprite. “Pleased to meet ya!”
“I met Ashley in Gaia’s Navel, running a con game with the village elder,” said Max. “When I confronted them about it, they apologized and said that they really needed money to get Ashley home. When I told them what I was doing, Ashley insisted on coming with me.”
“He beat up this huge monster plant thing!” said Ashley. “All by himself! It was incredible!”
“Yeah, and I got my sword and spear tuned up thanks to Watts too,” said Max happily. “I was done with the place faster than I thought I would be, so I quickly came here to see if we could catch up with you. It looks like we got here just in time.”
“Yeah,” said Sara, unable to look him in the eye.
“At any rate, now that we’ve managed to get you, we’ve got to go talk with Elinee and save both Dyluck and Neko,” said Max.
“Right,” said Sara. “We’ve got to go…SAVE NEKO?! Why?”
“When we got here, we were almost tricked by this imposter who looked like him, but was really just a Slime Eye with a very good illusion spell on it,” said Ashley. “He couldn’t fool me! I’ve got an eye for magic like that.”
“Then…that wasn’t Neko that…oh god…” said Sara as she suddenly felt very sick to her stomach.
“Hey!” said Max as he went over to her as she fell to her knees. “Are you okay? What happened with him? Did he do something to you?!”
Sara slowly looked up at Max’s concerned face and almost told him everything. She hadn’t known him for very long, but she could tell that he was the sort of person that she could trust with her life and all of her secrets. But then she remembered that the sprite was there too and bit her lip. “He just sold me some new armor and while I was changing he…” she said before swallowing and saying, “He stole my weapons.”
“Oh…so these are yours then?” asked Ashley, bringing out a small pair of spiked knuckles. Ashley handed them to Sara, who accepted them gratefully.
“Thank you,” she said before standing up and putting them on, not even noticing that they grew a little to fit on her hands. “I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s go save Dyluck!”
“Okay!” said Max with a smile as he brought out a huge ax and clove the thick hedges in two. Bringing out his sword again, the three stepped through the bushes and onward to their destinies.
The End

(That took way longer than was absolutely necessary. Not that it wasn’t fun, but some parts just didn’t seem to want to work the way I had planned. I almost scrapped the whole oral assault from Neko cause it wasn’t working, but I hope I was able to make up for it with the whole seduction scene. If not…uh…*shrug* Anyway, I’ll be around, doing more stuff. Hopefully, it’ll go more smoothly than this. Take care!)