Where am I?

This almost felt too easy. Once she decided she was deep enough into the shaded area of the glen, she scampered up a thick trunk easily. From the canopy, she had a perfect few of the wide clearing where she regained consciousness and the entire ring of trees.

Without even thinking, she lept from a large branch to another. On another tree. "Have I...done that..before?" she thought to herself, momentarily losing her concentration. It seemed to be a risky, dangerous move to do, but at the same time, natural. Then she caught glimpse of a tree branch shaking near the area she had first seen the movement.

She immediately put her full attention back on her goal. She tried to concentrate on that area, looking for any further movement. An odd flutter of a leaf, the out of sync bobbing of a branch. Whoever it was, hadn't moved. She began circling around, high in the canopy of the forest, leaping from branch to branch. It was if she could "see" the safest, sturdiest path to her goal. Her movements were nearly silent, the pads on her feet absorbing the sounds of her landings. When she got within sight of her target, she stopped and brushed her long, black hair from her eyes. Peering around a trunk, she saw the spy.

He obviously wasn't comfortable where he was, as he was having a hard time keeping his balance. He was trying to peer out into the clearing, overbalancing occasionally, then leaning back to catch himself. His pants and shirt were tattered and patched, so not a rich peeping tom. While not starving, he did look skinny, underfed. But his fluffy, ringed tail twitched excitedly.

She knew what she was going to do. Her eyes went wide, and the shadowed, dark woods became as bright as day. She hunkered down and eased around the trunk to the best launching point. For long moments, she was still. When he leaned forward again, losing his balance, she attacked.

The **** of the impact threw them out into the air, high above the meadow. The stranger cried out in surprise, as he twisted around mid-flight and tried to knock her off of him. She easily twisted back and grabbed both his hands. They landed with a very audible "Thud" on his back with her on top. She heard his breath leave him and pinned his hands back on the ground. Leaning forward, her long hair spilling around her face and his, she hissed, "Who are you?"

He made no sound for a long time, his eyes glassy. Finally, he sucked in a huge breath and coughed, his lungs restarting. When he could re-focus, he looked up at her. Her narrow green eyes seemed to fill an empty void above him, filling him with fear. His watery eyes began to tear up with fear. "Please don't kill me!"

She had to stifle a guffaw. She could feel his lean ribs beneath her, and could tell he wasn't going to be much of a fighter. But, him being scared was a useful tool for now. She leaned in closer, "Who. Are. You?"

"M-M-Misket! Misket Fastpaws!" he said, closing his eyes and turning his head away. She could feel him trembling below her.

"And Misket, why were you spying on me?"

"I-I-I wasn't spying! I was on my way to the next town when you got up out of the field! Y-Y-You scared me, so I hid in the tree." He cracked one eye open, to see what she would do next.

She let his hands go and leaned back. "Hmm. I guess that makes sense." The overwhelming pressure of danger emptied. Misket turned to face the woman, still sitting on top of him. Still fearful, he rubbed his wrists where she had him pinned before.

"What town were you headed to?" she asked, her tone now light and cheery.

"Um. Uh, Ardsville. A half a day's walk from here."

She picked a stray twig from his furry "mask," almost apologetically. "Ok, and where's that?"

His eyes narrowed in confusion. "About 4 or 5 townships away from the capital city, Greensdale."

"No, no. Bigger picture. Where is here? Where am I?"

Misket began to think he might still be in danger. She sounded unbalanced. "The state of Tiurn? In the country of Delithe?" She still looked confused. "On Earth?"

She brightened up and looked sad at the same time. "Ok, 'Earth' I recognize, but that's it."

"Is M'Lady ill?"

She sighed and scooted back as he raised up on his elbows. "I don't know. Maybe. I can't remember much for some reason."

"Well, tell me your name. I can see if I recognize the clan name, or perhaps take you someone in Ardsville?"

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but froze. Misket looked at her a little more carefully. When she wasn't a she-demon bent on drinking his blood, she was very attractive. A little underdressed for the area. His attention snapped back as he heard a drop hit his shirt. Her eyes were the ones filling with tears.

"I don't know. I can't remember my name." she said, voice cracking slightly.

"Oh, M'Lady, I'm sorry." he said, patting her shoulder. She collapsed onto his chest and **** him to the ground once more. Her body shook with sobs. "It's OK, " he said, giving her a gentle hug. "I'll help, if I can."

He kept quiet as her sobs turned to sniffles. As they lay there, he became acutely aware of her chest pressed into his. And he could see the curve of her back swelling into her round, barely covered ass. Against his will, his member began to grow.

He squinted, trying to will it away. But the more he strained, the faster it went. When it stopped, he felt it throbbing. He wasn't sure if she felt it through the fabric of his pants, or if she did, his life would be in danger. Again.

Her body began to shake again. He rubbed her back to comfort her. As she turned her head to look at him, he realized she was laughing. Wiping her eyes, she smiled at him. "Your 'help' is very...unique."

He blushed deeply. "I-I'm sorry! It's just, you are q-quite attractive. And pressed upon me! And it's been a long tim-mmff"

His excused were muffled as she pressed her face against his, passionately kissing him. Her tongue snaked its way between his lips. After coming out of being startled, he returned her eager kisses. Her body writhed against his with abandon. He could feel her hand reach down, under his waistline.