Fight her.

You stick your tounge out and touch her nipple, the warm firm texture, the tip of your tongue tingles. The same tingling as before. Your mind snaps with clarity. Her words, she is trying to trick you again. It must be lies to get you to submit. She feeds off of your soul, she is unholy. You push against her breast that you have a handful of.

“No! This is a trick! Trying to corrupt me, you will put me in a stupor and have your ways with me, steal my soul and then discard my body in the forest for the animals to eat.”

Her eyes widen at the sudden turn of events, more insurprise then anything else. “My”

She says as she backs away from you a little. “You still believe in that cult writings of your town elders. That is the lie here. They have brainwashed you to believe in hate. If you had your sword would you run it through my heart?”

You look at her as she looks sad. So very sad as if your words harmed her, truely harmed her. Your instinct is to console her. How could you harm a lovely woman. Her shape, her.. her wings move behind her, you look at them. Unnatural wings like those of a bat.

You open your mouth to Answer but hesitate as you look at her saddened face, her thin delicate looking neck, so lovelely.