Days Later...

Days later in a deeper section of the forest a shadowy figure dressed in grimy leathers stalked through the undergrowth. His quarry blissfully unaware of his presence as he gripped the rusted dagger tighter. The prey he stalked was no simple forest creature, but a beautiful young woman. Fair of hair and wearing a dress that seemed several sizes too small judging by the way it barely covered her backside.

The vagabond didn't even pause to wonder why a young woman would have wandered so far from the road, nor why she would be dressed so provocatively, he was simply thankful for such a golden opportunity. Grinning lecherously he made his way forward, the woman turning around as he emerged from the shadows. “Your gold or your life.” He threatened, brandishing the dagger menacingly towards her.

Clara on the other hand didn't seem at all alarmed by the presence of the stranger, instead offering a predatory smile as she licked her lips. “Oh? You want my gold?” She reached up and opened the front of her dress, revealing her breasts, their nipples pierced with golden rings. “Tell me.” she asked huskily, “Is this the gold you want?”

For the first time the bandit paused, taken aback by the wanton display before him. Before he'd been ready to rob this woman and while the thought of taking advantage of her did cross his mind he never imagined anything like this. “Or maybe you'd like something else...” she continued, turning to face away from him and lifting her skirt to reveal a hairless pussy glistening with lust.

Before the thug could respond, another figure emerged from the woods behind him seemingly casting the entire clearing in shadow. The young woman watched on in glee as the shadowy figure grabbed the thug, lifting him effortlessly from the ground with one clawed hand. The eredar bringing the young man to eye level and savoring the expression of utter terror on his face.

His terror was short lived however as the demon's claw glowed with a sickly green energy, the bandit feeling his energy and vitality drop as it was torn away. His figure wasted away, almost seeming to age before their eyes as his life **** and even his soul was ripped away by his assailant. When he was done, Azrathul cast the lifeless corpse aside, now little more than papery skin hung loosely over brittle bones.

The woman was now perched upon a boulder, her legs spread wide as one hand was buried wrist deep in her dripping cunt. The other pinched and pulled at her pierced nipples. “Master...it makes me so fucking wet watching you do that...” she purred.