A Blind Hunt

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Thunder vibrated the wooden building as Han Helbringer strolled through its doors. The rain would start soon, he imagined, though the clouds above looked darker than the black abyss. This might be one of those storms that lingered, causing destruction across the land.

The man kept his buffalo hide duster pulled tightly, covering his six-shooter at his hip and keeping his gaze low under his ten-gallon hat. The room went quiet when he entered. All eyes were on him.

Han hated this part of the job. Walking into a room full of the competition. He knew they were all sizing him up. However, he had no choice. This was how the monster bounty hunting guild founder wanted it. All the hunters hanging out in the same bar. Han didn’t understand why in, all honesty. Maybe the old wolf just liked the company. Reminded him of home, perhaps.

The wolf claimed to be from another world. Here against his will.

Helbringer strolled towards the far side of the room. A low rumble met his ears that he could have mistaken for thunder if he didn’t know any better.

“Paragon, that was quite the job you pulled. I’m impressed,” the voice proclaimed, using Han’s guild name. No one shared their real names.

Han looked up, piercing blue eyes locking on the man he sought, or rather wolf. Sitting at a table with a full mug of ale was Fenris himself, the founder of their little band of bounty and monster hunters. Everyone assumed it wasn’t his real name but with him, you never knew.

After the demon, Meridiana had been banished Fenris had thrived. The werewolf longed to return to his world but alas didn’t know how to. Instead, he made the best of his situation by gathering people with skills he could train and mold. Before long he had formed a guild of bounty hunters. Their goal to track down and deal with the succubus’ daughters.

Over time, some of their prey had joined their ranks. Most of them just whored themselves out. Han didn’t like it, but to each their own. To be allowed to ‘feed’ without harming innocent people.

The wolf slid a bag of coins across the table. Payment for resolving his ‘bounty’ as it were.

“What made you decide to let her live?” Fenris asked, baring teeth in a smile. Han held back a shiver as those sharp eyes stared him down. It felt like the wolf could see right into his soul.

“Her innocent victims weren’t dead. Just held against their will. Wouldn’t have been an honorable kill.”

“Good lad, you’re one of my favorites for a reason. Don’t tell these other mongrels,” the wolf said with a laugh, knowing all eyes were on them.

“You say that to each of us that complete a job,” Han replied, bored of simply being there. He stepped forward and retrieved his payment. The bag felt heavier in his hands. Bounties paid more to bring them back alive.

Despite liking fenris, he didn’t like being around so many people and creatures he didn’t know. It simply wasn’t the type of profession you spent time getting to know your peers. Each were out for themselves and would gladly stab you in the back for their own gains. Han (Paragon to Fenris)was no different in that regard.

“Perhaps, perhaps. Sit, have a drink.”

“I want my next job,” Han spoke softly, glancing around the room. It seemed each time he returned there were more monster-girls hanging on hunter’s arms. Even he had begun to save a few of their kind. Was he going soft or were they adapting to the times? Learning that certain behavior signed their death warrants.

“You look like you could use a break. Perhaps I could…” Fenris gestured to a slim woman at the bar. She was an Orc by the look of her green skin, pointed ears and small tusks sticking out from between her lips.

“I just want my next job.”

“Heh, alright,” the wolf huffed, “ever been to Travercraig?” He flicked his wrist with claws sharp as talons. The Orcish woman returned to the bar with a frown.

“No, but I know of it.”

“There have been reports of townsfolk going missing. The usual. Go there and sort it out. Rescue the folk if you can. Bring back the culprit dead or alive as always.”

“Right,” Han nodded and turned to leave. The wolf paid more when it turned out to be one of Meridiana’s creations. Human bandits and outlaws barely kept you fed. Monster-girls and the supernatural on the other hand, paid handsomely.

“Maybe someday you’ll slow down to enjoy life. One never knows when they’ll meet their match. Would hate to lose one of my best because you got greedy.”

“People are always in need. It would be dishonorable to go on leave and let them suffer,” he replied, tipping the brim of his hat and turning. Or lounge out at the bar while the innocent suffers, he thought to himself, giving another hunter a grimace instead of a smile.

“Indeed, safe travels Paragon.”

Helbringer stepped outside and took a deep breath. He hated spending time in there. It always seemed to be the same faces hanging around getting familiar with the ladies. Did they even hunt anymore?

Guess it made sense in a depraved way. The women were captured after harming the innocent. Fenris let them live and in turn they ‘fed’ off the hunters in a controlled environment. Han had a suspicion that the act was addictive.

The ladies appeared to have regulars just like at a brothel. Paragon refused to allow himself to join the growing ranks of regulars. He preferred the company of normal women, or none at all. The job kept him busy, traveling around the known world. Just the way he liked it.

He opened the coin purse and pocketed a few coins, closing the purse. After a quick stop, he’d be back on the road.

The next door he opened greeted him with a blast of hot air. Han grimaced, wishing he had left his leather duster outside.

“Ah Helbringer, welcome back!” A large man called out from his forge. “I’ve got that special order completed if you’ve got the,” the greasy man paused, catching the coin bag tossed at him. “That’ll do nicely. Good on ya lad, set your eyes upon your new sword.”

The blacksmith pointed to a display case at the fore of the shop. Han bent down and retrieved the silver katana. It felt perfectly balanced in his hands.

“To your liking. lad?”

“Oh, yes. Very much so, thank you, Roger.”

“Glad to hear it. She’ll treat you right out there.”

After a bit of small talk, the monster hunter returned to his trusty steed. It would take him several days to reach Travercraig.

Han only needed to do a few more jobs to fully upgrade his kit. The next one he wanted would be adding armored plates to the lining of his leather duster. He hoped this job would turn out to be one of the demon’s spawn. The sword had cost him the whole bounty. Minus the extra for bringing the target back alive.

~*~

On the road, he had the nagging feeling that the storm clouds were following him. He kept looking back as he traveled. The clouds were gaining on him. He pressed on, hoping for the best.

Then his luck ran out. He spent several hours in a down pour before giving up and seeking shelter. The hunter found an entrance to a cave. Han spent the night leaning against his trusted steed, his soaked duster drying off to the side.

The next morning, Paragon arrived at the small town known as Travercraig. It didn’t look like much. Simple, with all their main buildings on one street. The homes were spread out around the main hub.

Han strolled down the muddy street, easing his horse towards a resting post right next to some water and hay. The town was kind enough to build an overhang over the area. Not many places did that for the horses.

The dark sky didn’t look like it would be clearing up. Black, angry clouds hovered above like a bad omen.

With his steed tied to the post, he headed into the tavern–modest building with a bar and a few tables. The two patrons stopped their conversation to stare at the new arrival.

Han tipped his hat at them and walked over to the barkeep.

“Evening sir, I’d like a drinkand some information,” he tossed a coin the man.

“What kind of information?” The skinny man asked as he poured a glass of ale.

“Thank you,” Han took a gulp and sighed. A cold drink after traveling always hit the spot. “I’m here about the missing people. Anything you know will be of help?”

“Oh, I had lost hope that anyone would care about us.” The barkeep replied, shoulders slumping. “Three of our young ladies went missing right after their coming-of-age day. Sweet girls, I dare not think about what was done to them.”

“How much time passed between each disappearance?”

“About a month or two between each one.”

The man drew a crude map of the town, making notes of each girl’s last known location. Han noticed right away a possible pattern. A half circle at the edge of town.

“What is this lone building here?” He pointed to a square the man had drawn just outside of town.

“That’s the old count’s manor. It’s been abandoned since before I was a kid. No one goes there.”

“So, no one looked there for the young women?”

“Not a chance. Anyone foolish enough to venture there never returns.”

Han tried his best to refrain from rolling his eyes. Sounded like a clear case. The women were at the manor, dead or alive. Part of him ached for a good fight. The last job had been rather lack luster. Innocent people were returned to their homes and the monster-girl was handed over for rehabilitation.

No doubt he’d be seeing her at the hunter’s cabin on his next visit. If any of the other hunters had taken that job, they may not have resisted her charms. She had been a crafty minx. Han just didn’t mix business with pleasure. Made things complicated. He didn’t like complicated.

“Well, I’ll start by visiting each location you say the women were spotted last, go from there.” He tossed another coin, “Some provisions to go please.”

“Right away, sir,” the barkeep nodded before fetching some food.

Paragon returned to his horse. He hurried to each location. Hoping to find anything he could before the rain caught up with him.

Each location had been as he expected. Absolutely no sign of a struggle. Or anything at all that lead him to believe someone had been taken.

Perhaps they had all ventured closer to the manor before the creature struck. He grabbed his pistol, spinning it before checking. Fully loaded and ready. Back to his holster. He slid off his horse.

“Better sit this one out girl. Don’t know what we’re up against.” The horse leaned down for some grass as if not hearing him. Han rubbed behind her ears, “That’s my girl, I’ll be back.”

The hunter kept to the shadows, creeping from tree to tree. Without the sun shining through, he had to be extra careful. His prey might already be stalking him.

The sky lit up with a flash. Thunder crashed, making his ears ring. Rain started a few seconds later. Han cursed under his breath. It would be much harder to find any tracks now.

Sure enough, he snuck all the way to the manor without noticing anything out of the ordinary. The building gave him the creeps right away. Exceptionally large and practically a ruin. The roof had collapsed in on itself, siding barely hanging on.

He spent the next hour circling the building. Nothing stood out to him. The barkeep said no one ever returned. Yet, he found nothing that showed signs of anything living in the area. No trails or animal sightings at all.

Then a flicker of light caught his eye. Someone had lit a candle in the foyer. Han ducked low and moved closer to the front door.

A young woman with long black hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore a black and white maid’s outfit, holding the candle in one hand and a duster in the other. She had one of those hair bands that had cat ears on them.

Paragon didn’t know what to think. Why would a ruin like this need a maid?

The woman looked out the broken door, right at him. Her red lips turned up into a welcoming smile. Han froze in panic. How did she know he was there?

“Good evening sir,” she waved. “Please come in, out of the rain and cold.”

He stood up, heart racing. She looked at him with big brown eyes, smile beaming, ear to ear. It had an innocent yet, sinister look to it.

“Hurry up now, you’re letting the cold in.”

The door was in splinters… clearly, she could see that. Regardless, he entered with caution. Walking past the girl, he got a good look. She was pale, very pale. As if she hadn’t seen the sun in years. The only blemish on her smooth skin were two small puncture wounds at her neck. They looked old.

After closing the door, if you could even still call it that, the woman turned towards him. Her brown eyes were milky and unfocused.

“I’ll take your coat mister?”

“Paragon,” he replied, still confused. “Are you all alone out here?”

“Oh, heavens no, the mistress is waiting for you in the dinning room.”

“She’s… waiting?”

“That’s right, she smelled you out there I believe. She’s eager to meet you. Your coat please.”

Han couldn’t believe what he just heard. He knew some monsters had keen sense of smell, but he didn’t think there was anyone in the house. The maid hung up his wet coat before he realized he had even handed it over.

“Your weapons, please.”

“What?”

“I can’t let you meet the mistress armed sir.” She arched an eyebrow, tapping her foot impatiently.

“And how do I know I’m not walking into a trap?” Obviously, he knew he would be. The lady stood there with her hand out. “Are you one of the missing women from town?”

She didn’t answer, brow twitching slightly. Well what else could he do? Assault an innocent woman and rush in guns blazing?

“Ugh, fine,” he relented, unstrapping his belt and pulling his sword off his back.

“Very good sir, please follow me.”

Unlike his coat the maid kept hold of his weapons as she led the way. The cold breeze from outside gave him the chills. He wished he hadn’t given up his coat, wrapping his arms around himself, rubbing his biceps.

They walked slowly through the manor. Through a waiting room and down a hall. Then the black-haired woman turned into a well-lit room.

The dining room wasn’t as large has he had expected, but it had a lit fireplace. Han hurried over and rubbed his hands before the fire, sighing contently. The warmth spread throughout his body.

He had rushed by a large table that took up the center of the room. It had five chairs on each side with one on each end. The chair at the end near the fire had been turned to face the warmth.

“Madam, your guest has arrived, Mr Paragon.” The maid said with a slight bow before walking off with his weapons.

“Thank you,” Han turned, flinching at the new feminine voice. The smooth voice came from an elegant woman sitting in the chair, right by the fire. He had walked right by and never saw her.

Now that he did, he couldn’t look away. Her skin was so pale it almost looked semi-transparent, like a spider. He could almost see her veins. She had straight, long red hair, green eyes with a red tint and red luscious lips.

Her black outfit made his mouth water. A tight corset with decorative fabrics like satin or silk presented her large breasts. They looked ready to bust free. He struggled against the urge to lick his lips, gulping instead. Her silk skirt went down to her calves with a slit up the side.

The way she had her legs crossed at the knee, he could see the whole side of her leg, up to her hip.

“Good evening, what brings you to my humble home?” Her voice had a strange undertone to it. Han swore he heard another voice but couldn’t make out the words. His skin tingled as he watched her lips move.

“I-I um,” he stuttered, caught off guard.

“Well… out with it boy,” her lips curved upward slightly.

“I-investigating local disappearances, madam.”

“Oh, interesting. You think they’re here?”

“All leads pointed to here, yes.”

Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the fire light. Han felt his head go lightheaded. His eyes got heavy as he sat down, dizzy suddenly. All he could focus on was her. The rest of his vision blurred.

“Did they?” She leaned forward and Han’s eyes started to water. How long had it been since he blinked? The red tint in her green eyes flashed.

The quick burst of light lingered on his vision as his body felt a wave of pleasure. Did he just moan?

Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down. He had to get a hold of himself.

“Relax… stare into my eyes… trust in me.” The green in her irises flickered out, replaced by red. It steadily got brighter as he stared, consuming his vision. A wave of erotic bliss flowed with it, making his body desire her above all others.

“Do they know about me?” Her eyebrow arched. A smirk formed on her lips.

“Who?” He said with a dumb smile and a vacant stare.

“The town’s folk in Travercraig, of course.”

“Oh, duh haha, no they just avoid the manor like it’s cursed.”

“Good boy.”

The following shiver went right up his spine. His upper body shook, and his surroundings came back to him. He blinked his tired, aching eyes and wiped his chin. He had drooled at some point, so embarrassing.

Han sat up straight and relocated his erection, cheeks flushing red at the same time. What just happened?

“What are you?”

His question was met with the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard. The woman brought her delicate hand up to cover her mouth.

He caught sight of her red eyes and quickly looked away. He felt drawn to them for some reason.

“I’m your wet dream come to life, darling.”

He gulped. Paragon knew he was in over his head. She looked human but he knew that she couldn’t be. The seer power emanated off her in waves causing his skin to tingle. He tried to be subtle as he adjusted his pants nervously.

What did he know so far? The place was run down–a complete ruin. The lady had a young maid for some reason. Her eyes made him lose himself, and he had given up his weapons. The biggest mistake of the night.

Anything else? What was he missing? Then it hit him. The maid! She had looked hypnotized and had two puncture wounds on her neck.

Damn it, he wished he knew what he was up against. He started to stand, feeling degraded sitting below the lady.

“I didn’t tell you, you could stand, did I?”

His mouth gaped, mind confused and knees wobbling. Han froze mid way in an awkward position. Why did he stop?

“Sit,” she said with a conniving smile.

Paragon tried to fight the sudden pressure on his mind. In the end he felt his butt touch the floor.

“Good puppy,” she patted his head and Han gasped as pleasure flushed through his body.

“Now, look into my eyes.”

Han felt the room roll out from under him as a strong psychic force pulled at his mind. It sent his thoughts into a murky mess, breaking his defenses. Only the gorgeous woman remained in his vision. She looked like a glowing angel in a chaotic world, come to save him. Everything about her called to him, consuming his attention.

“There you go, look deep into my eyes.” Her smile widened, revealing two sharp fangs that he couldn’t notice. The hunter simply sat on the floor looking up into reddish green eyes like they were his only reason to live.

She kept talking, but none of the words made any sense. He heard them easily enough, but in the next second, he couldn’t remember them. Drool dripped down his chin as time had no meaning. She looked happy and that made him happy.

“Nod your cute little head if you like how you feel.”

The request didn’t come with an energetic command, but he nodded anyways. The pleasure coursing throughout his body was like nothing he had ever felt before. At least without being touched, that is. It felt like his blood boiled before her gaze in such a way that drove him wild with lust.

“I knew you would. Everyone seems to love staring into my eyes. It’s almost too easy.” She blinked and looked away with a bored sigh. “When I’m starving, it comes in handy. Today however, I’m feeling rather lustful instead.”

Han blinked as she turned away. He felt dizzy and had a strange desire for her to look at him again. It didn’t make sense, but for some reason, he knew it was bad. Like time stopped when he stared into those beautiful orbs. He came here for a reason, and it wasn’t off to a good start.

“You wanted to find the missing women, is that right?” His traitorous dick twitched when she mentioned them for some reason he couldn’t understand. Had she mentioned them before? He couldn’t remember. However, he felt a strong desire to find them. Fueled by lust and not his duty as a bounty hunter on a quest. That should have bugged him more than it did.

“Y-yes,” he replied in a confused tone. That’s why he risked going where no one ever returned from, right? It had to be. Things simply weren’t that clear to him anymore. His mixed feelings had him wanting to run, but also to stroke. He never felt such strong lust before. And he fought many seductive monster-girls in his time. None of them had gotten past his defenses. Yet alone that quickly.

“What’s your name?” He found himself asking without thinking.

“Don’t worry about that darling. If you survive meeting my little strumpets, maybe I’ll tell you.” She flicked her wrist, “Now go, Han, before I change my mind.”

“Go where exactly?” She knew his name, how? What just happened? How long had he been under? At her mercy, spilling secrets.

Then the cute maid walked back in, eyes downcast to the floor, “If you’d be so kind as to follow me, mister.”

Han stood on wobbling legs and resisted the urge to look back towards the elegant woman. Maybe he could find out about her from the maid? He quickly hurried after the young woman, out of the room. She kept walking down the hall before opening a door with steps going down.

“Where are we going?”

“Mistress wants you to meet those that you seek.”

“And they’re down there?” He lightly grabbed her arm, stopping her from taking the steps. She turned to face him with that vacant, eyes glazed, stare. It gave him the chills. Is that how he looked moments ago? She gave a small smile and nodded. “How long have you been here?”

“Me?” She looked confused. “I’m not sure. So long that it’s become impossible to keep up with cleaning this place.”

“Do you have a name? Your mistress wouldn’t tell me hers.”

“She calls me Kitten. I don’t remember my real name.”

“And what’s hers?” The maid’s eyes opened wide before she regained her composure.

“No, no, can’t disobey the mistress. She’ll tell you if you earn the right to know.”

“What do you mean if I earn the right?” Everything just kept getting more peculiar. The cold breeze blowing through the house helped him regain focus. The lady of the house didn’t show any signs that she even knew the place was in ruins.

“Down the steps please, mister. Don’t piss her off, trust me.” Her face went slack as she pointed down the passage. So much for learning anything valuable.

Helbringer let go of the young woman’s arm and walked past her, down the steps. He glanced back after several steps as she closed the door behind him. For a moment, he couldn’t see anything in the dark. Then, as his vision adjusted, he noticed flickering light that just barely reached the steps. Slowly, he proceeded down to the basement floor.

Part of him had expected a cellar or dungeon of some kind. Maybe one for each woman? His imagination could fathom many different unpleasant ways the girls were kept.

What he found however, shocked him. A large four-poster bed with a strong looking vertical column in each corner took up a portion of the room. It had black, see-through silk sheets hanging between the columns. Around the room, there were countless candles lit. Many of which were close to burning out.

On that bed lay three beautiful women. Han gulped as he felt his body react to the sight. They were barely wearing anything. Wet or otherwise see-through garments that left little to the imagination covered their womanly curves.

He felt unnatural desires swell up inside him. Not to say he wouldn’t normally be turned on by such a sight. This was out of his control. It felt like he would run to join them. It took all his willpower to resist those urges.

These were the woman he had been tasked to find. Besides being pale like the other two woman he had met, they appeared in perfect health. Not to mention they were enjoying themselves. The three women were squirming over each other, playing, rubbing, kissing each other.

Han stood at the base of the steps unsure what to do. He had come here to find them and rescue, if possible. Now that he found them, he couldn’t stop staring. His lesser mind was straining against his pants. A foreign command echoed on his mind, go to them, embrace them.

The monster hunter struggled against the command. Feeling himself take steps towards them against his will. What did he stumble in on? No other encounter had been like this. It felt like his dick led the way. He paused when he felt cold silk press against his body. He stood right at the edge of the bed with three pairs of smoldering eyes staring up at him. Their smiles melted his heart.

Each one of them appeared to be twenty years of age, give or take a few years. His mouth watered as they moaned and encouraged him to join them on the bed. He knew he shouldn’t. A nagging feeling of dread raised the hair on the back of his neck. The mistress had said ‘if he survived’ earlier. What did she mean by that? His mind buzzed with all kinds of thoughts. Then one of them, a brunette, pulled the silk sheet out of his way. The other two blond women grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the bed.

In the next second he found himself laying on his back, between the two women, heart pounding, dick throbbing. His body wanted to be here, but his mind wasn’t sure. Their soft lips caressed each side of his neck as he watched the third woman.

The brunette spun in place, letting the sheet fall back in place behind her. She looked down at him with a hunger he was not used to seeing. She went down onto her knees between his legs. She ran her hands up his legs, unbuckling his pants. Then she pulled them down below his knees, before crawling onto them.

“No, wait! I’ve come to rescue you.” He gasped as she grabbed his aching cock. “Oh, by the gods!”

The brunette smiled, eyes locked onto his throbbing, sensitive member that was just slightly too thick to wrap her fingers around. She squeezed and twisted her fist, making him groan in pleasure. Then she dove down, taking him deep into her cold throat.

The sensation shocked him. It felt like he just plunged his dick into a bucket of ice. He jerked in response, pushing the two at his sides away. They moaned with protests but otherwise giggled. His instincts told him to run, but the longer he laid there the more pleasure he felt from the brunette bobbing her head on his dick. It actually started to feel exquisite. Han couldn’t resist letting his head fall back onto the bed with a groan.

To his surprise the other two didn’t bounce back onto him. They stayed on the far edges of the bed and started to play with themselves, staring at him with desires that sent shivers up his spine. Helbringer struggled against the urge to close his eyes and enjoy the blowjob.

Instead, he raised his head and studied the woman. Her once blue eyes were cloudy and vacant just like the maid’s were. And there on her neck! The same two small puncture wounds. Unlike the maid’s however, they looked fresh.

“Listen…”

The woman sped up, cloudy eyes gaining a red tint. He recognized that glow instantly and went rigid the moment she looked up at him. The world blurred again, and he felt lightheaded. The other two women picked that moment to return to his sides. Now that he couldn’t resist, he moaned as their soft lips touched his flesh once more.

Unlike before, however, this time time didn’t stop. It simply felt sluggish. Part of him knew he could fight back at any moment. The other part just wanted to hold on just a little longer, to enjoy the high. The brunette started stroking him with both hands, twisting with each upward motion. She kept her lips sealed around his glans, tongue flicking at his tip.

Perfect red light made his mind fuzzy. The unnamed woman smiled with her eyes, but he didn’t notice. Deep within that glow, he saw the mysterious mistress staring back at him. Her high check bones and piercing eyes like a predator staring down at her prey.

She sent him down here to his doom. Wait, no she didn’t. The elegant woman was bored, she wanted to play. She wanted him to survive.

Han felt his dick swell. The brunette’s expert motions were driving his body crazy. However, none of them spoke to him. The red glow that captivated him didn’t have the same affect without the mistress’ honey flowing voice accompanying it.

He didn’t want to know what would happen if he gave in. He just knew he had to get back upstairs! So, he sat up, despite the moaned protests that followed. Han grabbed the brunette’s hair, yanking her off him. When he stood up the three of them kept hold of his shirt, ripping it off him.

Without the less intense red glow hypnotizing him, his mind cleared.

“Stop, please! I came here you help you!” Instead of replying they wrapped themselves around his legs, kissing and licking his flesh. One of the blonds deep throated him with her icy throat.

His knees buckled but he managed to stay standing somehow. Three pairs of sharp teeth scraped against his skin, startling him. Han pushed the blond away and took a step, only to get tripped up by his pants at his ankles. He fell from the bed, getting tangled in the silk sheet. The fabric ripped clear of the columns as his heart rose up into his throat.

Paragon fell to the cold floor and rolled. Laughter made his skin crawl. They stared at him, giggling like a pack of hyenas. Since he couldn’t talk to them in their current state, something else had to be done to save them. They weren’t like the maid. Maybe they weren’t beyond saving, at least he hoped.

In a rush, he freed himself from the black see-through silk and stood up, expecting them to be closing in on him. They weren’t. In fact, they returned to the center of the bed, caressing each other while taunting him to return with outstretched hands. Paragon bent down and pulled his pants up.

A part of him longed to return to their embraces, losing himself forever in their tainted, blissful pleasures. The feelings were alien to him. Otherwise, he might not have been able to resist them. He didn’t become known as one of the best monster hunters for nothing though. Ever since the succubus had first appeared on his world, everything had changed.

Many people loved the new world they lived in. Monsters didn’t try to kill you anymore. Instead, they tried to fuck you. Han never gave in like many of the others. Some of them went missing during their hunts. Others brought their targets back and kept them close, bedding them at every opportunity.

The hunting guild had become a joke in Han’s eyes. Monster-girls at the bar, hanging on men’s arms. Hell, even the female hunters had a piece waiting for them to return. Only a few had held out, and Han was one of them.

Today wouldn’t be any different. He steeled his will, buckled his pants and headed up the stairs. First, he had to find where the maid had put his weapons. Then, he would have to avoid the red-haired woman’s eyes when he faced her. Even though she looked human, he knew she was the threat here. He wished he could talk to the women and find out more about their ‘mistress’, but he knew it wouldn’t happen.

The three down in the basement weren’t talking and the maid was difficult to say the least. She must have a ton of triggers placed on her mind. Maybe if he pulled her off to the side and tried to break the trance she was under? Would that help at all?

Han didn’t like the idea of threatening an innocent woman, but what choice did he have? He wasn’t going to give in. So, he needed anything that would help him. The most important thing being his weapons. He couldn’t fight with his bare fists. Not if the ‘mistress’ wasn’t human as he suspected.

One thing he knew for certain–they were all cold like death. So pale and cold, in fact, maybe they were a type of undead? It had to be a new type he never heard of. How else could you explain the hypnotic eyes?

Just thinking about the elegant woman’s eyes made his knees weak and his heart flutter. Did she place triggers on his mind in that short time? The way his dick reacted at the mere thought of her made him think so.

Han Helbringer peeked out the door once he reached the top of the steps. He spotted the maid down the hall, bent over. He gulped as he stared at her scandalous outfit while she dusted a low shelf.

Inwardly, he laughed at the absurd notion of dusting a manor in such disarray. It was pointless at this point. Then Han blinked. Underneath her skirt, he could see a curled-up tail. She wasn’t human?

There’s no way she’s the target though. With a deep breath, he snuck up on the maid. Her cat ears twitched as he approached. Earlier he had assumed they were fake and attached to a hair band. He had been mistaken.

The black haired catgirl turned towards him and smiled. Her eyes were still cloudy as before.

“Oh, lovely. The mistress will be pleased to know you survived her test. And with barely a scratch from the looks of your bare chest.”

Han didn’t have the patience anymore. He grabbed her arms, forceful but otherwise gentle. He didn’t want to hurt her. Just needed to get her alone in a room and try to snap her out of it.

The woman didn’t even protest as he dragged her into a side room and closed the door.

“Listen, enough games. Wake up,” snapping his fingers in her face. “Time to spill the beans. What is going on here.”

Her obedient smile faded slightly, turning playful. “Does the mister need some help?”

Her face appeared sultry in a wicked, seductive way. It disturbed him with her glassy eyes. Her chin tilted towards her chest and made her look sinister.

“Yes, I need answers.”

“I’m here to serve,” she leapt up, into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Caught off guard Han fell back against the wall, wind knocked out of his lungs. She took advantage of him, sticking her rough tongue into his open mouth.

Down below, he felt his trousers unbuckle. A soft, furry tail wrapped around his length as Han started to squirm.

This wasn’t what he had in mind by dragging her in here! He looked at her face expecting to see her eyes glowing, but she had them shut. Her kiss felt different but in a good way. Han couldn’t resist returning the passion, swearing it would only be for a moment.

Her soft tail coiled and pointed his erection up. Cold, wet lips spread around his tip. His eyes widened in shock as she angled her hips and tightened her legs.

All he could do was groan, kissing her harder. He spun her around and pressed her against the wall. Letting his lust consume him, he thrust into her.

After a moment he pulled back with a gasp. Her tongue had the unique talent of making him shiver. The way its rough surface scraped over his skin felt, naughty. He couldn’t explain it.

She held his shoulders, digging in her nails. Looking at him with a smirk.

“Is the master pleased?” She moaned, licking her lips. Han wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss her again. Each thrust threatened to make him forget his purpose.

“Tell me… what… oh, what I need to know.”

“Alright,” she purred. Her eyes weren’t clearing up at all so he didn’t know if she was waking up or not.

“What’s your mistress’ name?”

The catgirl’s brow arched. “Lelesa! Oh, right there, don’t stop.”

“Lelesa? Why does she feel so powerful?”

“Been sleeping,” the black-haired minx moaned. “Her eyes, can’t you just imagine them?”

Han gulped, unwillingly picturing those bright, all consuming orbs.

“That’s right, remember staring into them? The way they made you feel… exotic and seductive.”

His hips slowed, head tilting to the side. He pictured Lelesa smiling at him in her tight silk and leather outfit. Her milky white chest on display for him. Not that he’d ever get the chance to look down from her eyes.

Pain erupted from his neck, snapping him out of it. He shook and gasped, pushing the catgirl back.

She giggled, licking her moist, red lips. They shined with a freshness that scared the hunter. It was his blood. She bit him!

“Why would you!?” Reaching up and pressing his hand against his neck. Her smile widened, revealing two sharp fangs.

When he tried to pull her legs from his waist, she tightened their grip.

“You taste divine. Can’t I have another taste? Just look into her eyes again.”

The dizziness that followed almost worked, but he shook it off. The pain helped keep him distracted from listening to her sultry voice.

“Enough of this!” He spun, pushing her against the wall hard, making her grunt. It didn’t dislodge her though. If anything, it just made her quivering pussy feel that much better.

So, he pulled back and pushed harder. This time her head snapped back against the wall. Her legs loosened and her smug expression faded.

Han quickly lowered her to the ground and shoved his dick back into his pants, buckling them once again. That had been too close.

The maid looked up at him with chocolate brown eyes. Her cheeks flushed red as she pressed her skirt down, covering herself up.

“W-who are you?” She said in a quiet, squeaky voice.

“That man you just jumped. I’m hunting the monster that resides here. The one you serve.”

“Not willingly!” She snapped back at him. “She has a way with controlling people.”

“Will you help me?” Han watched as she licked her lips, snatching up a stray drop of blood. Her body shook as her eyes rolled back.

“I’m so hungry. I can hear your heartbeat.” Her eyes became hungry, staring at the dripping blood on his neck.

“Stay back, woman!”

“It’s Reyna,” she rolled her eyes, “don’t call me woman.”

“Okay well, Reyna. Do you know where you put my weapons?”

“They won’t help you. But I think they’re in the kitten.”

“Why won’t they help me?”

“Because no one can resist her. You’ve already looked into her eyes. Each time her hold becomes more powerful. All she’ll have to do to put me under is say my pet name.” Reyna shivered just thinking about it.

“How long have you been under her sway?”

“Too long. I cleaned this house when it was in its prime. We’ve been asleep for ages.”

“If she’s been here for that long, why wake now? Did the succubus wake her?”

“A what? No she tapped into some forbidden black magic when the town turned on her. She swore she’d get her vengeance, and now she has woken with hunger I don’t understand but I feel myself. I need to drink…”

Reyna crawled towards him. Her demeanor changed; fangs bared.

“Stay back, you’ll either help me or I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Fuck me into submission again? All you did was give me a headache.” Han backed up until he pressed against the far wall.

The catgirl’s tail flicked side to side. Her body tensed, ready to pounce. If he had been distracted, she might have gotten the drop on him. But alas he slid to the side as she leapt and ran for the door.

“You can’t escape! You’ll be dinner before the sun rises!”

Han Helbringer shut the door in her face before she could catch him, jamming it before walking away. He sighed, at least he got some information out of her.

He learned her first name was Lelesa and that she’s much older than she appears. The manor had to be a few hundred years old at least. The place was barely standing.

As he searched for the kitchen, Reyna’s pounding echoed along the hallway. Han feared he had made a mistake, alerting the lady of the house. Yet, she never showed herself.

Helbringer found the kitchen but could only find his new, silver sword. The gun must have been out in another room for some reason. Or it was hidden too well from him. Either way, he had a job to do. It was time to see if his silversword would be worth the cost.

The echoing pounding almost had a rhythm to it as he crept towards the dining room. Somehow, he knew she’d be sitting there waiting for him.

When he peeked into the room, he noticed the fire had been put out. It had been lit for his benefit before. All the women were deathly cold. They didn’t need the fire to warm them to survive.

He was convinced he faced a type of undead creature. Which kind, he couldn’t say. They appeared in perfect health besides being overly pale. So, they weren’t ghouls. They had psychical form, so they weren’t ghosts.

The most important detail he had to remember though was that Lelesa lived before the succubus changed the world in her image. That explained the violence of biting and eating flesh. She was a monster from the day’s when hunters fought for their lives. A time when adventurers would be found in pieces. Bloody messes that made anyone that found them scared for their lives. And rightly so. Han crept towards the turned chair, sword at the ready. He leapt forward, swinging… his blade struck the empty chair, slicing the back clean in two.

“Blasted!” She wasn’t as predictable as he had hoped. The hairs on his neck stood up, and he spun, swinging the sword again. He felt contact.

Strands of red hair slowly fell to the ground. However, no body.

“Bold move, little morsel.” Her words made his body shake in pleasure. He kept turning, expecting to see her red eyes trapping him in glorious surrender.

He was alone in the dark room. Did he imagine the hair falling? Nope, several strands were on the floor. She had been right behind him and never saw her.

“I’m surprised you survived all four of my pets. Here I thought you were just another weak human being.”

Thank goodness he couldn’t see her because her words alone were making his knees wobble. Han closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself. On other hunts he could listen for heart beats or breath. This woman didn’t have either by his understanding.

She still had to make noise though. He focused, listening for anything.

“What are you doing?” She asked right at his ear. Paragon panicked, opening his eyes and stabbing backwards. Only to hear her sultry laugh fade away in the distance.

She didn’t make any sounds moving around the room! How could that be? Could she float like a ghost or something?

Han searched high and low to no avail. She must have left the room.

“Why won’t you fight me?” His yell echoed throughout the house. Lelesa’s reply came from above.

“I don’t want to fight you. I haven’t been this turned on for ages.”

He looked up and spotted a hole in the ceiling. So, that’s how she got around without him seeing her. Han quickly jumped onto the dining room table. It creaked beneath his weight but held firm. Then he leapt, grabbing onto the ceiling and pulling himself up to his chest. His waist and legs dangled below.

The lady of the house laid provocatively on a bed with broken support. The lush mattress looked more like a ramp from his position. The foot of the bed was on the floor while the head sat up on the bed frame.

“Hmmm, hello there,” she purred seductively down at him, her green eyes only showing a tint of red. The woman had removed her black skirt, only keeping her tight corset on.

Han gulped–mouth suddenly dry like cotton. Her bountiful breasts were on display, hard nipples pointing towards him.

The shards of broken wood dug into his skin, and he tried to pull himself up. It would have been easier if he let go of his sword, but he wasn’t willing to do that.

Then his eyes bulged, and his cheeks flushed red. Nimble hands unbuckled his pants and pulled them off.

“What’s wrong? Does my cat have your balls?” She laughed softly as he felt a nimble hand cup his scrotum. “My kitten sure does love to play with balls.”

Han Helbringer struggled to hold on. The maid worked his manhood to full hardness between strokes and licks with her rough tongue.

“Hmmm, how easy it would be. Stare into my eyes my pet.” Han struggled to resist, feeling the pull on his mind.

It felt like gloved hands palmed his cheeks and angled his head. His breathing got heavy, but he shut his eye lids tightly, chanting to himself not to give in. He had to fight back, but his body shivered and twitched to the maid’s slow blowjob.

“Still, you resist. My what willpower you must have.”

Her voice sounded much closer now. He wanted to peek and see if he could strike at her. However, he couldn’t risk it. All it would take was one look into those captivating orbs. Not to mention if he moved his arm, he’d fall.

If he was thinking clearly, he might have realized falling onto the dining table was his best option.

Cold hands caressed his scalp, running fingers through his hair. “You sure are handsome. I can’t wait till your crystal blue eyes are cloudy in submission. How about a kiss darling?”

Soft, moist lips pressed against his and Han opened his eyes in surprise. Beautiful, red glow filled his vision, captivating him instantly. His body went limp, sliding from his perch. Lelesa had other plans though, grabbing his arms and holding him up with little effort.

Warmth spread throughout his body as all his worries melted away. His mouth felt like a furnace as her cold tongue slid within, massaging his own.

His thoughts became sluggish and difficult to form. Staring into her eyes made him dumb and happy all at once. It definitely helped that pleasure coursed throughout his body thanks to Reyna, the maid.

The catgirl lapped up his precum, savoring the taste.

“Oh, mistress… he’s about to pop, can I?”

Lelesa pulled back from Han’s lips with a smile. She let her eyes return to green. “Sure kitten, you’ve earned a snack.”

“Yay!” Reyna’s ears twitched, tail flicked side to side as she deep throated him one last time. Then she pulled back, sucking hard at his tip. Wrapping both hands around his length and stroking in quick, firm motions.

Paragon’s eyes cleared as his climax approached. The lady of the house held him by the arms as his hips started to buck on their own accord. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned. Pleasure soared within him right before the dam broke. The hunter’s back arched as he unconsciously thrust deep into Kitten’s throat.

“Ahh!” His body shook, exploding into the catgirl’s eager mouth. After being so pent up he came more than ever before. She swallowed all she could, but several strands dripped from her mouth. Reyna eventually released him with a pop, licking his glands clean, causing his sensitive body to shake with each slow lick. Finally, she gathered the strands dripping down her chin and savored sucking her fingers clean only to return her attention to his cock.

“There’s a good boy. Cum for your new mistress.” Lelesa purred seductively.

The pleasure coasted and made his clouded mind buzz. He knew he should be worried about something but struggled to remember what. A gorgeous woman stared down at him while another licked his dick clean with her rough tongue. Such a powerful climax left him practically numb. He’d never given in before but now he knew how great it felt. The type of pleasure that left one dazed and lightheaded.

The only thing helping him slowly regain consciousness was the grip of his weapon. He knew he wouldn’t be holding it tightly if everything was ok. Then the woman before him smiled, revealing sharp fangs.

Han gulped, remembering he was on a hunt. He had foolishly become the hunted, and she appeared ready to strike. Instead of acting, though, he blushed, realizing what he had just done. He felt the post orgasmic bliss floating throughout his body.

Reyna kept at it from below as he hung there like prime meat. The catgirl savored his taste with long, slow licks from base to tip. Alternating between taking him into her warm mouth. He felt himself going hard again under her manipulations.

“Don’t try to resist now my pet. You belong here. You belong with us, feeding us, fucking us.”

He gulped again. Never before had he given in during a hunt. Not even a little bit. He had always had the willpower to resist their charms, never wanting to be controlled by lust.

He couldn’t start now! With the flick of his wrist his sword sliced Lelesa’s cheek. A fine red line appeared from her nose across to her jaw.

Her green eyes widened in shock. Strong hands released their hold and Han Helbringer slid from his perch. Falling backwards, shocking the maid before he landed on his back, on the dining table.

Han rolled and fell to the floor.

“What happened, mistress?” The catgirl angled herself to look up the hole in the ceiling. Lelesa peered down, eyes blazing red with rage, blood dripping down her chin.

“Stop him!”

Reyna looked towards the hunter, but he had already fled the room. She leapt, charging after him on all fours.

~*~

Paragon knew he was in way over his head. He had to get out, now. One hunter couldn’t take on this parry alone. He needed backup. The kind that was immune to hypnotism.

He made it to the front door. Opening the hardly standing shards that made up the door, the blistering cold rain and wind snapped at his bare flesh.

That’s when he realized he was naked. Luckily, his duster had been hung right by the door. He grabbed it and threw it on before rushing out into the storm.

He didn’t know which way led back to his horse, but he couldn’t linger. So, he ran blindly through the heavy down pour. Only able to see several feet in front of his face at a time. His bare feet ached as he ran over stones and branches mixed in the mud.

He had to get away before he lost himself forever. Just the thought of her eyes made his body shiver in a way he wasn’t used to. There’d be no salvation if—

A strong hand grabbed his coat and pulled. Han screamed as he went flying backwards. His sword flung out of his grip, stabbing into the mud. His body slammed into the front door, shattering it. He landed on his back with a wet thud and slid.

By the time he propped himself up on his elbows, the lady of the house stood in the doorway.

Her long red hair matted to her flesh as water dripped down her luscious, pale form. A nimble body sat down behind him, pulling his upper body into her lap. Han knew it was Reyna without looking as she started to run her fingers through his wet hair.

“Shhh, it’s ok, I’ve got you. Just relax. Mistress is forgiving. All you have to do is look into her eyes and all will be forgotten.”

The catgirl’s calming voice worked its way into his mind. To his horror he had already been obeying those words. The moment he propped himself up the lady’s red eyes grabbed his attention.

“No more games, drop for me.” She snapped her fingers and Han felt his composure fall, eyes drooping.

“That’s right listen to her voice. You’ve been a naughty… naughty boy.” The catgirl ran her hands down his body, opening his coat.

“Into my eyes, feel as your resistance is drained. Why would you want to fight this feeling?”

She asked her question right as Kitten gripped his soft dick, massaging it.

This time Han struggled to stop himself from dropping into trance. His mind fought a losing battle. The woman’s eyes were too strong. His eyes crossed as she smiled, showing off her pearl white fangs.

“You’re the strongest willed human I have ever met. I look forward to riding you into submission. The harder one resists the greater they submit in the end I find.” She walked towards him, hips swaying with each step.

She straddled his hips and crouched down. With Kitten’s help she impaled herself on his now throbbing erection.

“Oh yes, it’s been so long since I’ve had a man.” She cupped her breasts, groping them as she let her eyes return to normal green.

Han felt his mind clear instantly. He blinked rapidly before leaning back into the maid, moaning. Besides the coldness of Lelesa’s body her tightness felt divine, gripping his length.

Reyna massaged his shoulders as her mistress rode him. She leaned down to whisper into his ear. “Isn’t this so much better than fighting?”

His eyes rolled back in response. It was, he couldn’t deny it. One question bugged him, however. He had to know.

“What are you?” He croaked, throat sore and hoarse.

“I’m the Countess Lelesa, vampire queen of old. Risen to lay claim to what is rightfully mine.”

Han gulped, yup he was in over his head. Her voice made him shiver. He could feel his mind slipping, wanting to go under just by listening to her voice. The red glow remained on his mind’s eye. Ever present in a way he couldn’t understand. He craved to stare into her red eyes, he needed to.

She stared down at him without using her power. Her emerald eyes held his gaze all the same.

“Yield and be my consort. Forget your past life and join me.”

She rocked her hips, riding him hard. He started to grunt each time she slammed herself down onto him. Why hadn’t he ever given in before if it felt this good?

Kitten massaged his temples, whispering sweet nothings into his ears. “Obedience is pleasure.” Han wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. His body wasn’t used to this type of sex. However, now that he had a taste of it he never wanted it to end. The hunter’s guild had become a joke. Why bother going back? Why give up such pleasures to return to a miserable life of hunting down others.

Lelesa leaned forward, mere inches from his face.

“What say you?” She licked her ruby lips. He couldn’t look away. He had fought so hard and he couldn’t remember why.

He grabbed her hips and started thrusting, meeting her in the middle. Their bodies slapped against each other’s, echoing throughout the hallway.

Reyna looked up with glassy eyes, smiling at her mistress. “I think he likes it.”

Lelesa laughed, “Of course he does. No mortal can resist me. He put up a good fight but, in the end, he’s mine.”

“Yes!” Han cried out in bliss. His body had never felt such pleasure. “Take me mistress, I’m yours!”

Her smile widened as the red glow returned naturally. She kissed him hard, nibbling on his lip before pulling back, licking her own. Kitten turned his head to the side for her mistress. The maid’s purring helped sooth his worries away like a sweet melody.

The vampire lunged forward, biting deeply of his flesh in the same spot Kitten had bitten before. Lelesa drank the purest vintage she had ever tasted. Han could only whimper as a new form of pleasure and pain exploded from his neck.

His body grew weak as she drank deeply. His complexion paled, eyes sunken and tired. He could barely keep them open. Picturing those gorgeous red eyes.

Then his body reached climax, hips arching. He screamed out in blissful horror as he felt his life drain at the same time. The vampire moaned at his throat and a part of Han’s mind couldn’t believe he just gave in.

He laid there feeling the life drain from his body as Kitten stared down at him, smiling. His arms felt like lead, he couldn’t lift them. Then, the goddess of a vampire rose from his throat, licking her wet lips.

“You truly taste divine. I almost hate the thought of turning you,” she added with a small smile on her thin lips. At that moment, she sliced her wrist and held it over his mouth. “Drink, my pet.”

Instead, he turned his head away. The Countess simply laughed at his slight towards immortality. Her blood slowly dripped down onto his chin, pooling at the base of his neck.

“Trust in me. Focus on my voice, my lips, and my eyes.”

Han Helbringer couldn’t help it. His gaze turned back towards those luscious lips. Watching as they moved to form her enchanting words. Time had no meaning as he watched their perfect motions.

“Hmm, that’s right. You like the way they move, don’t you?”

He didn’t nod this time but neither did he deny her words. Instead, he felt his weak heart flutter as the words formed one by one.

“Remember how they felt on your skin. Imagine them kissing down your body, slowly. Remember the pleasure and let it take you. Taking you deeper than before. Deeper and Deeper, under my spell, where you belong.”

Kitten turned his head again to face their mistress. This time he didn’t turn away, staring at her lips as they smiled. The sight of her bloody fangs didn’t scare him off this time. Rather, they emphasized her gorgeous lips.

Watching her lips only enhanced the sound of her voice as it flowed effortlessly. Like a song on the wind, it calmed his nerves. Worming their way into his mind until only a foggy haze remained. His troubling thoughts sunk into the cloud, fading away.

“That’s good, good. Deeper still, let my words overwhelm you, surround you, embrace them. Let them engulf you, filling every inch of your soul. Nothing of your life has meaning anymore. Let it all go, fading away into a distant memory. Sink deeper now, deeper and deeper into my trance.”

Han’s face went slack as he looked up. He drifted with drooping eyes; mind lost in the haze. It was only natural that he’d return his gaze to those eyes. They were old… incredibly old with an element of wisdom sparkling within their depths. The last remaining resistance felt drawn into their endless void.

“Goooood boy, focus on me. Only on me. Let the world slip away. My eyes are the rock you need to stabilize your mind. Staring into them makes you drop. Even without the help of my power. You don’t have to see the red glow to know it’s there.”

Lelesa leaned in for a quick, passionate kiss. Their eyes remained locked together. Her emerald orbs flickered with red sparks. Like lightning on the night sky, they lit up ever briefly.

“Let them claim your soul. Every time you look into them, you’ll drop deeply into trance. Resistance is futile.”

Everything faded away. His past, his reason to live. Nothing mattered other than staring into those eyes. Lelesa became his world. His everything.

“That’s right my new pet… fall farther than ever before. So deep now into my eyes that there’s no escape—”

Surprise caught her off guard in the middle of her speech. His drained, dying body reacted to her words in a way she hadn’t expected. His softening dick swelled within her tight pussy. Her surprise quickly turned into a smile. Once again, she brought her bleeding wrist to his mouth. This time he didn’t turn away.