Thread: Sissy Succubus [dani_honey & Reydan]

Dannik was seated close to the fire, trying to dissipate some of the aching cold from his bones. The journey to Sleepywood, in the far northern reaches of Caldara, had been a long one. The weather had turned from mild to cold to nasty in the space of a fortnight as he traveled, wind and rain whipping at his cloak and soaking through to this heavy leathers beneath. But Dannik was used to bad weather. He had been a mercenary for almost twenty of his thirty years, beginning as an indentured child-soldier in the Imperial armies to the West. It had been his job to dart out amongst the battlefield bodies and fighters to pick up arrows for the archers to keep firing with. An orphan, with no prospects other than his captive state, he had struggled to survive and in struggling grown strong. He might have ended up a brutal, twisted, pit fighter, or more likely a corpse in a mass grave, but for a chance encounter with a mercenary captain when he turned fifteen. The older man had bought him from service, recognising his raw talent but also his hopeless situation, and introduced him to a life of travel and commission. Dannik had learned, from the Captain, that the ability to kill and to stop others being killed was worth its weight in gold. Now, having turned thirty, he was older, wiser, and ready to carve a little place out for himself. He'd heard conflicting rumors about Sleepywood. The local family was said to have been wiped out, leaving their impressive border castle empty. Dannik had initially thought that he could claim it himself, repair it, and use it as a base to carve out a land for himself further north. After all, all that stretched out north from this area were the badlands held by the Orcs and other monstrous tribes. Upon reaching the area, though, he heard other contradictory stories that the place was held by some evil demon lord. Half the village seemed terrified and the other half seemed ready to form a mob. Dannik was more than prepared to use their fear to lever himself into a position of control and influence, but he was not a mercenary who had made it to thirty without being cautious. So he drank, waiting, for the appearance of the serving girl he'd heard about. People had told him, in between the drinks he'd bought them, that Stefanie worked up at the castle as a maid whilst also serving drinks in the Drunken Moose of an eve. Dannik had spent time concocting a web of seductive thoughts to ensnare the girl as he waited. When he saw her sashay in, though, in her ridiculous high heels and tiny skirt those went out the window. He grinned. The little black-haired stunner looked out of place in a hick village like this - she looked as though she should be wrapped around a pole, dancing for money, in the capital cities of the corrupted but pleasurable Bright Sea coast. Or pride of place in some merchant Harem in the desert. He grinned, hungry like a wolf, as she sat down opposite him. 'Well hello yourself little lady' he said in a low, husky, voice. He didn't move away when her little foot lifted up and he felt the sole of her heel press against his groin. He'd already been semi-erect watching her walk over, and now he held his position in the chair, letting her feel his length with her foot. Let her feel his swollen, needy, balls. 'I'm exploring - I'm a bit of a hero you see. Dab hand with a blade. And I heard this village had some sort of demon problem...' 'But first I'm thinking that I might head up to bed' he said, switching tact suddenly. 'I've heard that the beds here are comfy and warm. Especially if you have a little kitty-cat come and sleep in bed with you.' He tapped his forehead, mirroring where her cat ears were with his touch, making his meaning plain. He wanted this little hot piece of ass upstairs. Now. He rose, looking down at her, and waited meaningfully. As if to say, after you.