Another Hero

A rock was pushed to the side as a hero's hand was revealed. Then it grabbed a stronger rock and pulled itself out. What followed was something you weren't expecting.

It was another hero, a female elf just like the last one. This one, however, was bloodied and her clothing was torn and burnt in small patches, no doubt due to your wonderful trap. What was curious was that this one looked a lot like the other. She had long brown hair that was disheveled, showing her pointed ears, her skin was tan and looked soft, and her eyes met yours, revealing light blue irises, same as the other girl's. Maybe they'd made their characters to be sisters or something. She even wore the same style of clothing, possibly a rogue or- wait, she was looking at you!

You doubled back to look into her eyes, seeing them in the light of the small fires still burning around you. You'd seen plenty of them before; heroes staring at you with hate, disgust, or rage as they struck you down. They had different colors and shapes, sure, but they all held the usual attitude to you. But this one was different. Yet, you still recognize it somehow. You had felt the same thing when heroes came to slay you.

Fear.

She crawled out of the rubble entirely and slowly tried to push herself up. She didn't even get up to her knees before she crumbled back down to the ground, eyes still looking at you. Her voice croaked out softly, "H-how?"

Then she collapsed and her eyes closed. You checked her health and saw that she wasn't dead. But close to it. She had less then 10 HP and her energy was practically gone. When heroes got too low in their stats, but weren't killed, they fell **** to revitalize themselves, though it took some time depending on their class.

You'd seen this once before but not at this level. Back when you were a level one spider, a mage had used too much mana killing your kin and had yawned wide, showing that she was losing her energy. But before you could do anything, she simply drank a potion and blasted you with a fireball.

As you watched the elven girl, you saw numbers appear by her health. As you watched the numbers change constantly, you realized that her health and energy were very slowly filling back up. Maybe this was how long she had until she could get up again?

Realizing this, you closely examined the numbers, trying to figure out how long you had.

8:46:25

8:46:24

8:46:23

As you watched the last two numbers, you quickly figured out they were seconds. Which meant the next two were minutes, followed by hours in the front. Damn, that was a long time. But why did it matter to you? With the health that she had, you could easily dispatch her.

But as you walked over and raised your leg to strike her head and finish it, a prompt appeared over her **** form.

<Capture>

You looked at the prompt for a moment, confused. Why would you capture her when you could kill her and take the xp? It was a silly question. Wouldn't it be better to just strike her down here and now?

However, as you tried to focus on killing her again, the thought of capturing her seemed more appealing. Having an elven prisoner watch as you kill other heroes seemed a bit fun. You could even use her as bait!

Finally, you moved your front leg over and clicked on the word. Immediately, it disappeared and something clicked in your brain. You immediately went to work at pulling out webbing, getting ready to tie the girl up as your prisoner. But when you got enough web, you looked over and took note of her clothing. Though she was unarmed, there were buckles and zippers and other things that she could use when she woke up to try and break free or cut the web. Your brain clicked again and you immediately moved over her, using a combination of mandibles and legs to tear the clothing off.

At level one, making a scratch in any hero's armor would've been near impossible. But now, you tore the clothing with ease and ripped off the harder material without a problem. Soon enough, you had her nude with all of her skin showing. You hadn't seen any of the heroes nude before but you really wished that you could have sooner. The elf was beautiful.

She had smooth skin all around with nice legs and a decent chest. Her rear was bigger then most of the other adventurers you'd seen, her hips flaring out nicely.

Perfect for breeding.

You paused and frowned as you tried to figure out where that thought came from. And that word. Breeding? Was that a form of eating? But you didn't get hungry. Why would you need that?

Regardless, now that the elf was nude, you could begin tying her up.

(I've just discovered that I can't use italics, bold or any other special font on this stupid phone. So I'll just substitute it the best that I can.)