It's a familiar face

What do you know. When you locate the new arrival in your forest (yes, yours), it's a face you recognize: one sexy, female bard with flaming red hair. Instead of the blue dress she wore last time (you have a vague memory of having cut it off of her), she's sporting a fiery red dress to compliment her lush locks. It has enough fabric on the shoulders to call it sleeved; it leaves a tasteful amount of cleavage bare but covers fairly well; and it reaches down near her feet; however, there are slits up each leg extending clear above her hips. Every step she takes exposes the entirety of her smooth thigh. You follow behind her quietly just so you can watch those shapely legs move.

Alone? You're gonna get her good.

'This one is...a little different.'

You're not gonna take all her stuff and kill her?

You think on that for a bit as you follow the woman. 'I don't know. I guess I'd rather not kill her.'

Soon you realize she's traveling to a familiar spot: the first place you showed yourself to her...and tied her up, came in her pussy, and whipped her to a screaming climax before sending her to respawn. This can only mean one thing: she's looking for you. Seems she wants round two.

You can give it to her. Heav'n, for the nostalgia value you can even wait until she gets there, then have it in the same place. And won't she just be so glad when she finds out you have a true aura now to drive her into the deepest pits of lust as you touch, squeeze, strike every piece of her body. Just the mental image is enough that your member swells until it pops out of your panties, lifting the front of your new miniskirt.

As last time, she's singing a lecherous song--this one a jaunty tune about all the things a man does with his neighbor's wife. Then his neighbor's daughter. Then both. The bard finishes the final chorus (where both women give birth to girls) just as she reaches the small clearing you fought in last time. She looks around hopefully, particularly toward the path she came from where you appeared last time.

It's so precious. From the trees above, you swoop down and land behind her, immediately dousing her in the full potency of your Aura of the Temptress. "What might you be looking for, love? Maybe a farmer who would do all that to you?"

She whirls around and brings her lyre up...protectively? Honestly, it's hard to say something like that about an instrument. The effect is more seductive than protective, as the arm she brings across to the strings crosses under her breasts and lifts them prominently. "Ah-ha! The succubus! I have... Hey, aren't those new?"

You follow her gaze down to your new clothing. "Ah, yeah. That loincloth never looked that good, so I've been collecting a wardrobe. Do you like it?" You give a small twirl, letting the skirt flare up just enough to display the red lace panties beneath--and unavoidably showing off your boner.

"It's pretty," she answers with more honesty than you expected. "But...Ah mean, fo' a succubus...shouldn't it be something sexier? Lahk a black corset an'... and garter belt, or maybe lingerie with holes for yah nipples an' pussy."

Your eyes follow her lips framing the word pussy. Something about how she says it lets you see her lips pressed against it, a set of crotchless panties giving her total access to drown in your juices. That accent occasionally slipping through only makes it better. "You're looking quite sexy yourself. It's almost a shame to strip you out of that dress. Almost."

That comment seems to snap her out of her contemplation and back to her 'heroic bard' persona. "Hah! You shall not find me so easy to defeat this time, demoness! I have prepared myself... for this battle that... fo' our sparrin' that..." It was happening slowly. Her breaths grew deeper and her cheeks were getting flushed. It was becoming more and more obvious that her thoughts were distracted. "Is it gettin' hotter here?" she asked, releasing one hand from her harp to pull the front of her dress away and let some air circulate down her chest--offering you a tantalizing view in the process.

"Oh, I'm sure it is. I've been practicing since you left, you see. Do you like my aura? I picked it just for you." Well, that wasn't exactly true; but she had sort of been in your thoughts when you made the choice. A bit. Not prominent, just a sort of background, 'this will be good' kind of thought. Not a major influence. At all.

"You... demon! En garde... an', have..."

Okay, it shouldn't be working this fast. Well, maybe it should? You were following close to her for awhile. Maybe that had built up, and only now was it showing its real effects. Either way, her lust had just about reached its peak. Was there even really a need to fight right now?