No, but some unfortunate marauders

Unwittingly dominated by the creature, Druuna pressed on for what felt like hours, her quest for someone to fuck being made longer by the simple that she would stop dead in her tracks and shudder as another orgasm swept over her, causing her thighs to glisten as a result of the steadily increasing amount of her juices which trickled out onto them from her hypersensitive slit.

After a long while of travelling through the night in such a fashion, Druuna was suddenly made aware of faint cracks coming from a hilly area to the west.

Recognizing the sound as that of guns being fired, Druuna?s normal strategy on such occasions was usually to carefully increase the distance between her and the place where the fire was originating from. This time however, the desperately horny Druuna recognized that where there?s gunfire there?s bound to be people, and thus set out in that direction, her excitement over finally getting to meet someone causing her to jog forwards through the dark landscape.

The ground rose gradually, and pretty soon Druuna was racing upwards with a good view of the valley below her that she could ignore in her frenzied state, her mind focused on the fact that the faint light coming from the stars and the thin moon meant that she could the flashes of the weapons being fired quite clearly, so that she could orientate her progress after them.

The firefight turned out to be an affair involving two parties located on each side of a narrow and deep arroyo, along the edge of which they were laid out amongst the rocks and boulders, using those as a natural cover while blasting away at their enemies.

At this point, the creature was worried. While its senses were seriously impaired when nesting inside of Druuna?s womb, it did realize from her increased pulse that its host had just spent quite a long time running. However, it did also sense that other humans were close by, and in response to that decided to pump out more stimulants to further fan the fires of Druuna?s lusts.

The side of the arroyo which Druuna was coming up to turned out to be utilized by a mean-looking trio of men, clad either in pants or mere loincloths, a filthy undershirt at best and more often tattoos as the only thing hiding the skin of their weathered torsos, various pieces of scrap metal, thick plastics or copper-tubing for armour, and two of them brandishing bolt-action rifles while the third was armed with a small pistol, though he waived it in the air rather than fire with it.

Obviously, the men hadn?t noticed Druuna since they were to busy firing their weapons at the flashes of light on the other side of the gully, so she was free to approach the one of them that was nearest to her.

At a distance of about four feet, Druuna let out a husky and loud ?Fuck me!? which caused the Mohican-haired man to jolt into the air, trying at the same time to swing around to face the new arrival.

Proving that making two widely different moves at the same time is never a good idea; the raider tripped on his own two feet and fell headfirst towards the bottom of the arroyo.

The raider?s screams caused the nearest of his comrades, who was the second one of the two armed with rifles, to turn towards Druuna.

?You bitch!? The man cried out in anger while levelling his rifle in Druuna?s direction. Druuna suddenly realized that the situation that she was in was extremely dangerous, but all the creature was aware of was the fact that her level of arousal had suddenly dropped rather dramatically.

Discontent with this, the creature released more of its aphrodisiac, causing Druuna to tremble with lust while the raider fired at her.

Her trembling was the reason why the raider?s shot missed her, albeit barely, and Druuna found herself drawing nearer to the frightened man.

?Stand back, you crazy bitch!? The man rose to his feet, and fired again to score another miss, although this time it was caused by his jittery nerves rather than any **** dodging of bullets on Druuna?s part.

Proving that standing up from your cover while in a firefight is never a good idea, the second raider let out a gargling noise as a bullet fired by the adversaries which he had unwisely decided to ignore struck him in the throat.

Now only one raider remained, and he was wise enough to hold his head down while rushing towards Druuna, though he still didn?t fire his gun.

Proving that it?s a good idea to see where you?re going while running across broken ground in the dark, the last of the raiders? slammed his left foot into a piece of rock which barely stuck out of the ground, and the momentum sent him flying over the edge to smash into the arroyo?s floor.

Disappointed at losing all three of her potential lovers, yet somewhere in the back of her mind realising that something must be wrong for her to act like she just had, Druuna was made happy when she remembered that there were people on the other side, and now watched how one of them rose from its cover and carefully began to advance down into the gully.

Sneaking up to a point which roughly corresponded with where the figure, which Druuna could now was a woman on account of her hourglass figure, would come up on her side of the gully, Druuna sat down and waited impatiently for the woman to come up.

When she did, Druuna stood up and looked at the woman, who let out a surprised yelp and aimed her rifle at the mysterious, scantily clad woman who had just stepped up in front of her.

But then the woman, a voluptuous being whose hair was a mixture of bright blonde and shimmering brown, could hardly be claimed to be overdressed either: A cap coloured in a variety of broken colours sat atop her head and her feet were protected by sturdy black boots, but apart from that the woman was only clad in a bikini-top whose triangular patches left more of her large, round tits uncovered than it did covered and a thong consisting of a triangular piece of cloth strapped over her sex and crotch and held up by a tiny waistband. Like the cap, the bikini was coloured in a mixture of dark green, brown, black, beige and yellowy white, which all flowed into one another to create a pattern which would probably have allowed her to blend into a forested environment, had it only covered more than one tenth of her.

Apart from her rifle, the woman was carrying a backpack on, surprisingly enough, her back and a series of pouches and bags which dangled from a canvas belt that was slung round her narrow waist.

?You killed the raiders?? The baffled woman asked Druuna while lowering her gun. Druuna?s response was to step up to the woman and give her a passionate kiss.

Surprised at first, the woman let go off her rifle as Druuna pressed her own body close to her new lover?s toned one, and did nothing to resist Druuna as she **** her down into the stone-riddled sand.

Across the gully, the woman?s friends got worried when they heard nothing from her, and more worried still when no response was given at their repeated calling out of her name ?Kendra?, and they understood that they had to cross over to find her.