Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Blood, Sex and Magik ❯ Chapter 10

Blood, Sex and Magik

Ten: Hunter's Story

Alice and Jess left the shop together, and Hunter smiled to herself slightly. Her boss looked good in her formal wear, and oddly fitting beside the tough looking tattoo artist. She had been a bit surprised to see Alice with the exotic Jess, but she had gotten used to it.

"You two have fun now," Hunter called out with a laugh, the buzzcut blonde dressed to kill in her tight white T-shirt and blue jeans.

"Stay out of trouble," Jess called back with a grin.

Hunter chuckled softly, not tossing a remark back by force of will alone. She looked around the bookstore, moving from behind the counter to check the magazine rack, then moved over to the erotica section with a smile. She straightened out the books, noting which ones had been paged through the most.

'Might have to try that one myself,' Hunter chuckled, putting the re-issue of Artemis Oakgrove's 'Council' trilogy back. She didn't mind a bit of the rough stuff, as long as it was coming from someone who actually cared.

"Hey Hunter," the little redhead beamed as she came inside, her breasts bouncing a bit in a little tube-top. She leaned over the counter Hunter had moved behind, giving her a lovely view down the front of her top.

Hunter took a few moments to admire the lovely view, lingering until the subject of her gaze's nipples got hard. "Hi Becky," she drawled, only then looking up to meet the blushing girl's eyes, "looking to pick something up?"

"You're bad, Hunter," Becky said, her green eyes flashing. Still she didn't move back before adding, "I think that's why I like you."

Hunter was regretful as she reached out to stroke Becky's cheek, "Too bad I'm watching the store all alone, today, otherwise I'd take you into the back and...."

"Bad girl," Becky swatted at her arm. "Do you ever get serious about anyone," Becky asked, suddenly grave, "or do you just like taking us into the back?"

Hunter met her eyes questioningly, but the girl seemed to honestly want an answer. "I try not to get serious," she said honestly.

"I thought so," Becky said. She smiled slightly, "I wouldn't want to fall in love with you, you'd break a girl's heart."

"Maybe so," Hunter nodded unashamed, "but any girl I'm with knows what she's getting into. I'm always honest about that."

Becky leaned forward, surprising Hunter as she gently kissed her, "I know." She took a step back from the counter, "Would you like to go out after work?"

Hunter was so distracted by the sway of Becky's hips that she nearly forgot to answer. "Yes, please," she grinned as the redhead sauntered out the door.

Hunter sat back on her seat, feeling her panties squish slightly as she moved. 'Alice would have to leave me watching the store alone,' she thought wryly. She took a shuddering breath, 'Still, this is lots better than it was a few years ago...'

Hunter heard the movement, her body blazing with hunger as she fought against her chains, struggled to be free. The tall, busty blonde entered the room, followed by a more petite black haired girl. She looked up at two of them and licked her lips, her imagination running wild as she considered what she could do to them....

"So this is the succubus," the blonde noted regally. When she turned her head slightly an odd looking symbol became visible, one tattooed onto her cheek.

"Yes Lady Diana," the dark haired girl said in a clearly servile kind of way. "Our occultists acquired her just a few days ago, and once her unique quality became apparent she was sent to us," she explained crisply.

"How did they discover that, Grace?" Diana asked curiously.

"As succubii usually target only males, a female guard was assigned to watch over her," Grace shifted uncomfortably under Hunter's hungry gaze, "the other guards found her unconscious the next morning."

Diana smiled dangerously, "Drained to death?"

"Sadly no," Grace answered, "just exhausted."

"I'm hungry," Hunter rasped out, trying to get closer to the two women, near enough to touch, to taste the sweetness...

"And you will be fed," Diana looked down at her coldly, "just at my convenience." She looked over at Grace thoughtfully, then turned to the guards, "Release the shackles."

"Ma'am," the guard nodded.

A remote controlled switch was hit and suddenly Hunter's wrists were free of their bonds. Before she could move suddenly Diana pushed her assistant from behind, "Feed then."

"My Lady, no... " Grace stumbled forward, nearly falling. She was stopped smoothly, surprised by the gentleness of the hands that caught her by the shoulders. She looked up, lost in those blue eyes even as she was gently held.

Hunter leaned forward, lips softly pressing against Grace's, completely unaware of the Lady and the guards leaving, the door being locked behind them. "You're so beautiful," she sighed, pulling the woman's suit jacket off.

Grace's breath was raspy, her brown eyes cloudy with her intense desire. She began to unbutton her own blouse, shrugging the white cloth off to reveal the lace bra that she wore beneath it. Before she could move Hunter leaned forward to press those fiery lips to pale flesh, bringing soft cries of pleasure from Grace's lips.

"So lovely," Hunter sighed as she released the front clasp of the woman's bra, letting those swelling mounds fill her hands. She let her raspy tongue tease each nipple, biting occasionally, mixing pleasure and pain in her companion's mind.

"I can't stand it," Grace whimpered, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Hunter abandoned the breasts a moment, bringing her lips to the woman's ear. "I've barely begun," she murmured as she undid the severe skirt Grace wore.

Grace lifted her hips willingly, helping Hunter remove the skirt, shuddering as the chill air caressed her soaked panties. Hunter's lips found hers as she drew the black lace down, revealing the cleanly shaved flesh below it.

"So beautiful," Hunter crouched like a hunting cat between Grace's legs, hesitating a moment to look up into Grace's eyes.

"Please," Grace spread her legs, breasts rising and falling rapidly as she reached down, using her fingers to split those lovely pink lips. "Please...."

Hunter leaned forward slowly, pressing her lips to silken wetness and let her tongue flick out. Grace squealed as she lapped up the cream, working the outside first, enjoying the squirming of those long gorgeous legs.

"You're driving me crazy," Grace yelped, pulling and pinching at her distended nipples.

"That's the idea," Hunter sighed happily. Taking pity on her lovely partner Hunter zeroed in on the clitoris and proceeded to blow her mind....

The morning sun rose, and Hunter was barely aware of the return of Lady Diana, only protesting sleepily when the unconscious Grace was pulled out of her arms. "Check her over," Diana ordered, "I want to know if there are an ill effects."

Hunter turned on to her back, her slim body slick with sweat and the remnants of sexual heat. Even with her hunger so fully sated she smiled up at Diana seductively, taking in the pleasant fact that the Lady did not wear panties....

"If Grace recovers," Diana looked down at her with an obviously calculating expression, "I know a certain brothel that would welcome you with open arms." A cold little smile, "You're going to make me a great deal of money."

'I was in that brothel for months, a slave to my hungers,' she thought, stretching out. Hunter smiled wryly, smelling her musk hanging in the air, 'If Jess hadn't gotten me out, I'd probably still be in there servicing the richest pussy in the city.'

Hunter looked up at the clock, feeling a bit of relief at how close it was to closing time. The bell by the door rang, and Becky walked in with a smile. "When do you get off again?" she asked.

Hunter met her eyes, sensing the girl's own sexual hunger, feeling her own rising to meet it. "I don't think Alice would mind if I closed up a bit early," she purred.

"Oh good," Becky leaned forward to kiss her gently.

To be continued....