All alone.

One Class Upgrade Remaining.

The priestess looked so brave, standing alone against the devil that had massacred most of her village. I let myself enjoy the sight of her. She'd been roused in the middle of the night to cries of some kind of monster in the village, so she hadn't taken much time to get dressed.

Her golden hair was a messy halo around her head. Beads of sweat adorned her brow. Her full breasts heaved with her labored breathing even as blood seeped into the simple white robe that flared over broad hips and taut backside. But despite everything she held her ground, standing between me and the church where her people cowered.

She was truly a fierce woman; as beautiful as she was powerful. I ached to hear her scream for me. To break that iron will.

A few tense seconds passed as we stared at one another. A bead of sweat clinging to her forehead surrendered to gravity and trickled down her temple.

I took a step forward, she limped backwards a pace.

"Why don't you heal that wound? It looks pretty nasty." I teased.

She responded by making a disgusted 'tch' sound and raised her staff to smite me.

That was my opening. I probably didn't need one, but the woman had proven herself worth an ounce of caution. In three beats of her racing heart, I lunged across the space and crashed into her before her spell could finish casting.

Tentacles lashed, coiling around her limbs and throat as I wrenched the staff from her fingers to toss it away.

And my flesh burst into flame.

I howled and recoiled, **** to let go of her or keep burning.

On her back, she scrambled madly away from me, desperately creating space. Her face was a mask of horror. She had felt my irresistible strength. Just for a moment before I'd released her, but it had been enough. She was in panic.

I had encountered her final line of defense: powerful enchantments to ward against evil. Her entire body was untouchable to me.

She reached her feet a meter from me and drew a small knife from somewhere inside her robe. The movement pulled the garment open, exposing her chest. Her skin was impossibly flawless but I didn't have time to appreciate the sight.

She moved in a blur, thrusting her knife at my face and pressed her hand painfully to my chest as she did. Smoke curled around her fingers where she touched me.

I recoiled quickly, but her knife cut a shallow gash across my jaw. She had no right to move that fast! Just how many enchantments did she have going? I hadn't given her enough credit.

Realizing that her skin was better protection than her robes, she let the garment fall. My prey stood before me in nothing but a few pieces of jewelry and a pair of simple white panties made of a delicate material.

It was a **** move, considering she knew my goal was to **** her. My cock stirred in its sheath. She was stunning. A pure priestess of Light and power. A paragon of virtue despite her nakedness.

"Come on, monster!" She screamed and lunged at me again, still inexplicably quicker than she should be. The point of her knife managed to find my flesh again near my eye. It burned like hell, probably enchanted. "You want me? Here I am!"

She threw her shoulder and hip against my body, causing searing pain. I could have ripped her apart, but she knew I wanted her alive so I recoiled instead. Her eyes were wild, full of fear. But still she didn't back down.

Health 32/58

Minor Health Regeneration 00:42:14
Stealth: 00:59:03
Adrenaline Surge: 00:00:03

One Class Upgrade Remaining.

I did want her. So badly. But my own mana was dangerously low and if I tried to fuck her like she was, I feared my dick would melt right off.

She was **** and unless she was bluffing convincingly, running out of options. She had to know she wasn't going to kill me with that knife. No, she was trying to **** me to kill her before I could find a way around her enchantments. That had to be her play.

I didn't like it. It pissed me off.

Her knife darted again for my eye and I caught her wrist with my hand. My flesh sizzled painfully but I didn't care.

She looked me straight in the eyes, measuring the **** they contained, and closing her eyes tightly, turned the knife up towards her own throat and threw herself onto it.

Or at least, that was her intent. Anticipating her in the instant she made the move, I pulled her arm down and away, then twisted and lifted, flipping and throwing her to the ground hard. Her forward lunge for the knife carried her momentum into the throw and she landed on her back with a grunt. The wind was knocked from her; she could only lay there, gasping for breath.

Several mocking quips came to mind in the moment but I discarded all of them. The priestess was not to be trifled with. Instead, I turned her knife point back down and stabbed her through the gut.

Assassin Skill: Adapt and Overcome

She made a throaty cry of pain, still struggling to regain her wind. Her defensive enchantments faded. I proved it by reaching between her legs and ripping the last scrap of fabric from her body, rendering her truly and completely naked at my feet. **** at last for the taking.

She remained motionless except for her ragged, shallow breaths. Her strength had finally failed.