Mélanie

Partially hidden in a slight crevice on the southern side of the clearing, you can only wait with growing anticipation as the newcomer grows ever closer. Soft, measured footsteps approach your location and you feel a surge of adrenaline rushing through your stunted frame. Your legs tense, ready to give you a quick boost through the air as you launch yourself from your hidey hole. You feel a slight tickle as the long, prickly barbs on the end of your tail unsheathe themselves to their full length, scraping against the rock behind. More than anything, the tightness and weight between your thighs increase perceptibly. Your entire body coils, ready to spring into action.

Out of the corridor to your left, Mélanie emerges, stepping lightly into the glade. As always, she carries her bow closely, an arrow hanging loosely between the fingers of her right hand. She pauses at the threshold, as if surprised by the sudden increase in visibility. Chestnut eyes scan the room quickly and you retreat apprehensively into the rock around you. After a moment, having noticed no immediate threat, she continues forwards toward to the middle of the room, auburn tresses flowing freely behind her. As she saunters in, you can't resist tracing her luscious, prominent curves. The supple leather armour that offers Mélanie such freedom of movement also provides you with a great view of her perky breasts and shapely ass.

Soon, Mélanie crosses past your hiding place. You wait with baited breath and...nothing. Her attention elsewhere, she crosses by obliviously, heading to the chamber's exit on the far side of the room. You lick your lips in excitement and pop out from your hole, wings flapping back and forth frantically as you right yourself. As soon as you do, however, the archer turns back! Surprise flashes across her face, but not for long! You dodge sharply to one side as an arrow screeches past your cheek!

Too late for any fancy trickery, you speed into action, flying hastily at the bounty hunter. Each muscle burns with exertion as you propel yourself into the fight, beady eyes locked on the target. This time, your slight size proves to be of great use, giving you an agility neither your human nor previous forms could have imagined! Whoosh! Mélanie misses! And again! You turn one way then the other, confusing her aim, closing the distance and then you are upon her!

Wings thrashing violently, you hover above the archer, looking for an opening. In dire straits, Mélanie drops her bow and unsheathes her dagger, swinging frenetically at the tail that hangs just above her. The reach is too little, however, and as she stabs upwards again you spot your chance. She jumps towards you, misses, lands and you strike. Your barbed tail streaks through the air and pierces Mélanie's shoulder. A spurt of venom pumps its through the many embedded darts and you withdraw. She shouts and pain and yanks backwards, but it is too late. You hover, smiling, a few feet above her. Then, you wait.

It doesn't take long for the poison to take hold. After a few brief instants, Mélanie's look of horror disappears, to be replaced by one of serene calm, happiness even. You see her pupils dilate gradually, and the deep brown of her irises acquires an emerald tinge. She lets go of her knife, which falls to the ground with a noisy clang. A flush spreads across her tanned cheeks, and several beads of sweat appear on her brow. Her breathing is regular, but heavy, and her breasts rise and fall every few seconds. Her fingers descend slowly, massaging her stomach through the hide cuirass that infuriatingly shields her nakedness from your view. Before they reach her thighs, she pulls back and, for the first time, meets your gaze. You see the hunger in her eyes. Her voice is quiet, needy. 'Master...' she whispers.

Your cock grows rigid.