A Druid

“My name is Saivanissa, druid of these woods. And I’m the one who paid for you to come here. Now, follow me, my home is this way.”

The cold air of the gathering night was beginning to become rather uncomfortable on Aerneath’s skin, and for once she was longing for more clothing, as it chilled the wetness on her pussy and thighs. Even if she hadn’t believed the druid, she’d still have wanted to follow her. Besides, watching the way Saivanissa’s ass moved in her tight pants was a reason in itself.

Eventually, they came to a small hut, almost hidden by the dense foliage. When the druid opened the door a blast of warm air came from the fireplace within, and Aerneath eagerly hurried through.

After warming herself for a moment, she looked around. The hut’s interior was cosy, but sparsely furnished, with only the bare necessities. The wood elf, she noted, was carefully avoiding looking at her exposed body. This amused Aerneath – she enjoyed flaunting her charms. Swaying her hips, she walked over to the druid, looking into her green eyes.

“So, you’re my client, huh?” She leaned forward to kiss Saivanissa, who seemed stunned. “Shall we get started then? I’m looking forward to it.” Aerneath’s hand slipped under her shirt.

The wood elf pulled away, spluttering. “I am not some pervert, or an animal in heat, to call you here for base rutting!” she stammered.

“Why else would you hire a whore?” Aerneath asked. “Come on, sweety, there’s no need to be coy about it. Sitting around in the woods all day, it’s natural a girl would get… urges.”

“Depraved harlot! It is vile and against the edicts of nature for two women to lie together! I called you hear because of the beast!”

“That thing which attacked me? What about it?”

“It recently appeared in my woods and began ravishing anything female that was remotely compatible with it – everything from centaur marres and ogresses to goblins women and village maidens gathering firewood. I have tried to hunt it, but to no avail. It is a blot on this realm of nature, and needs to be dealt with. But I’ve concluded I need bait to lure it out – a woman of noteworthy sluttiness, and wanton appetites, someone who the beast would smell was in heat from miles away.” Aerneath nodded. This description seemed to fit her perfectly. “The effectiveness of my strategy can be seen by the fact that the beast assaulted you as soon as you entered its territory. Now, we merely need to enact a plan to trap it.”

Aerneath frowned. It was not that she objected to being used as bait for a horny monster – she’d had worse fucks than the one that creature had given her. No, what irked her was the idea that someone could have purchased her luscious body and not immediately indulge in it.