Flight

The Huntress has a determined gleam in her eyes as she moves out of the shadows, casually she glances over the demonic creatures' warped features. She vaguely recognises the looming Incubus and their whorish Succubi companion as the demonic due who attacked their scouting party. However, it is the feminine features of the third that send a chill throughout her wary form.

Sid or whatever he was now known had shifted into the new alluring form of a Sincubus, a knowing grin slid over their fang-tipped lips at the realisation that plagued Freya's features. The Sincubus purred lustfully as they lapped at their plumpen lips with their serpentine tongue whilst rubbing their cock to attention and striding purposely forward with the others in tow.

Freya couldn't tear her eyes away from the encroaching crowd as they surrounded her. Instinctively the demonic gathering started exuding a wave of intoxicating pheromones from their crimson flesh, which may have worked in subduing the huntress if they had been inside and not within a blustery church tower. Freya's slender lips curled into a knowing grin as she slowly relaxed her bow and instinctively attached an embued golden rope to its end.

Sin mewled as she pressed her sublime form to Aaron's as Amber slid against his exposed side. As the wall of crimson flesh hemmed Freya in, she took her chance. In one fell swoop, she pulled the arrow back hard and aimed it upward to the top of the tower through a small hatchway where the monstrous bells resided. If she'd done the maths right, Frey knew she get her slender figure through the gap, unlike the encroaching demons.

Amber purred as she raised a taloned hand toward the hunter with a mischievous grin on her pitch lips which she parted to bare rows of gleaming glistening fangs before unleashing a wanton snarl. Aaron rose his cock upward aiming for the Huntress's pure face as Sin did the same. As the trio were about to add another to their ranks, Freya let go of the arrow.

It took mere seconds for the arrow to thunk into the hardened wood above, as Freya slid the minute power ascender off of her wrist and into the palm of her hand. On touching the rope she flew upwards out of the demon's reach and toward her potential freedom...