Thread: The Demon Hunter (meomeo & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Soleil, I want to promise you something. I'll find a way for you to grow bigger. When that happens, you and I will spend an entire night together, alone. Soleil was stunned into silence. She had no idea Trevor had even the slightest reciprocal feelings for her. Even more surprising were the words which came from his mouth... she'd always thought his whole life revolved around killing demons, saving the world, yadda yadda yadda... She'd been with him for years yet this was the first time this side of his came out! For once, Soleil whip-sharp wit failed her. She just sat in his palm, wearing a sheepish, flattered, and hopefully unreadable expression. The next moment Soleil saw his fingers close in and rubbed against her body. It felt amazing... she figured that must be what a sensual whole-body massage would feel like. And he used just the right amount of force so she was never uncomfortable. But this was not the way Soleil wanted her first intimate encounter with Trevor to happen... not as some kind of child's doll. She gently but affirmatively pushed his digits away, and in a flash she was in the night air, soaring towards the stars, away from his grasp. I'll hold you to that promise! she shouted, in her high-pitched voice, with the same cheery tone she used with him all the time. She found a lush, cozy leaf to wrap her body with, but it would be a night of twisting and turning. Trevor's words kept replaying themselves over and over in her head, making her feel all warm and fuzzy, yet she couldn't shake that foggy sense of melancholy... Jocelin's lashes fluttered and opened. It was that magical time, minutes before dawn. The morning chill caused her to shudder and she quickly got dressed under the scattered rays of the infant sun, while she registered where Trevor laid. She couldn't suppress an embarrassed smile when she realized the last time she was in these clothes she was still a girl. Thanks Epona her first night was perfect. That lie that started it all doesn't even matter to her now... she and Trevor wanted each other and that's all she wrote. Jocelin quickly busied herself. She found the rodents Trevor hunted last night and went to a nearby stream to skin and wash them. Whilst there she took time to rinse her face and hair, wanting to look nice by the time Trevor awakens. Back at camp she rekindled the dying embers and skewered the game. Within moments - well maybe not moments - the forest clearing smelled of mouth-watering crispy breakfast. Jocelin, satisfied with her efforts, and her tummy grumbling in anticipation, was just about to fetch some clean water and then wake her lover... Mmm... mmm... mmm... that smelled divine. I do hope you prepared an extra serving. I'm STARVING. announced a husky, seductive female voice, one tainted with evil, coming from behind her. Jocelin whipped around to find a terrible beauty, garbed in a elaborate, lusciously-adorned, yet lewdly revealing purple set of garments. Her reddish, inhuman eyes mockingly stared at Jocelin, while dark red lips curled into an indecipherable smile. Jocelin didn't know it yet, but she was Vik, one of the finest lieutenants of the demon queen. Contrary to popular belief, the demons didn't enslave and turn into breeding vessels every human female they could capture. The more gifted ones the queen reserved for herself, injecting them with her evil so their minds were turned to do her bidding. Formerly Viktoria Petkova, chief arcane adviser to the exiled Agincourt throne, now Vik, a puppet controlled under the demons' thrall, her human mind deeply encased and repressed. She'd had many run-ins with Trevor over the years, and he had proved to be a thorn in her side, foiling her plans and slaughtering her minions at every turn. Would you be a darling and wake Trevor for me please? I'd hate to kill him in his sleep. And after that, I'd be so grateful if you could just find that slut faerie of his for me... I have a score to settle with that thing. Jocelin fell backwards in fear... right on top of Trevor, while she grappled for her bow.