Better Than Being Killed By Bandits

The sun was beginning to set in the forest, the light leaving a pink tinge on the horizon poking through the trees. A group of men stopped, five of them were dirty scraggly bandits, the sixth was their captive, bound up with rope to prevent his escape. With their horses nearby.

Drustan was having a pretty awful day. That morning his carriage had been attacked by these men, his escort killed and he was trussed up after the bandits correctly assumed he was of noble birth. Taking him with them so they could ransom him back to his family. His tall lean body carelessly knocked to the forest floor, hands bound behind him and feet tied together while his mouth was gagged with a filthy rag. The bandits chatted amongst themselves.

"I don't like these woods, I've heard tales. Some kind of man-eater lives here, preys on folk in the dark. We should keep moving." One said, worry filling his face.

"What a load of horse shit, Alec. Probably just wolves or a bear, people making up stories to scare themselves. Few things survive a shot to the head. Stop yer chatterin' yer big girl's blouse." Chastised another, getting a chuckle from the group.

"How much do you think we'll get for the pretty boy ponce?" One more asked. Referring to Drustan.

"Not sure, Toombs a decent amount for sure. We need to work out which family he's from, and gauge our price accordingly."

"It's not a load of horse shit." Interjected Alec, "the legend says it targets men with wicked black hearts, it's not just a wolf or a bear. We should move, Mccabe. Get out of the trees."

The first warned trying to instil urgency in the others.

"There's five of us and we all have guns. It doesn't stand a chance but camping out in the open will get us spotted and bring the law on us if they see the noble tied up like a prize. So quit yer whining and help with the campfire." McCabe, the one who was clearly in charge, ordered and the others set about to make camp.

He strutted up to Drustan and pulled the gag out of his mouth. Drustan rolled his jaw and his tongue, feeling relief at the constriction being removed. The relief was only temporary as the bandit clamped his hand around Drustan's jaw forcing him to look up. His green eyes meeting the bandit's face.

"What's yer name?" McCabe growled.

"Drustan Everlight." He answered, his soft voice coming out clearly. Trying to keep the tremble out of his tone.

"Oh," McCabe grinned. "You'll fetch an almighty pile of gold, elf." He flicked the tip of Drustan's pointed ear. Causing Drustan to flinch.

He put the gag back in Drustan's mouth and went to help the others set up camp. Drustan had his doubts about his future well being. His dark hair whilst pulled back was stuck with leaves and other forest debris and his pale skin was covered in cuts and bruises. He had not been treated gently, and could only assume it would continue until he was liberated or killed.

Night fell, the campfire was lit and a spit of meat was roasting over it. The bandits passed a flask of strong booze between them.

One got up and left the light of the fire to go and take a piss. Walking behind a tree for a hint of privacy. Once he finished and was shaking himself off, he let out a shriek. A sound like the snap of teeth was heard, along him collapsing to the ground.

The bandits, alarmed stood up drawing their weapons.

"Toombs?" McCabe called out, hoping for a response and getting nothing but silence.

A hissing growl came from the darkness. Setting them all further on edge.

"It's just a beast lads, if it bleeds it can die!" McCabe yelled, saying it to himself as much as his men.

As if to prove him wrong, a rock came whistling out of the darkness and struck one of them in the side of the head, sending him stumbling towards the edge of the firelight. Lunging out so fast, a beast snapped its jaws around him and yanked him into the inky black outside their perimeter. They heard him keep screaming until a sickening snap, then no more.

The three bandits left were panicking, whilst Drustan contemplated the inevitable. Once it had killed the remaining three, he was next. He couldn't run, bound up as he was. He sat there and tried to make his peace. He could see in the dark better than the humans, and could make out the outline of the beast. As large as a dire wolf but definitely not one. It had several bushy tails and a more elegant outline; he lost sight of it when it jumped up into the tree canopy.

The bandits had clubbed together, all three with their backs pressed up. There was nowhere on the ground it could approach from that they wouldn't see. Problem was as Drustan knew, it wasn't going to strike from the forest floor. With the gag in his mouth there was no way to easily alert them. He threw his head up, flicking his eyes to the canopy. If they died, so did he. But they ignored him. He sighed, idiot humans. But since he was their captive what did that make him?

Soon to be dead was the obvious answer. As he had thought it would, the beast descended from the trees. The bandits didn't notice until the last second, while they all fired their guns not a single shot hit its mark before it landed on them. In a flurry of teeth and claws the bandits ceased to make any further noise.

Now it was fully in the firelight Drustan could see it clearly, a giant fox. Nine tails waving behind it, covered in a thick fluffy white coat, now stained with blood. It turned to look at him with a pair of large golden eyes. It was no beast, he saw the intelligence behind them. It sized him up as it pawed over, putting its teeth away and giving him a sniff. It seemed to like what it smelled, pulling back from him for a moment.

Drustan found this interaction curious. The fox then sat on its hind legs, its form beginning to shift. Morphing into a humanoid female shape with long white hair and skin as luminescent as the full moon. The gold boring into him through large slanted eyes set into a beautiful heart shaped face. Her form was elegant, ethereal and completely uncovered. Her most intimate of parts fully exposed to his view. She had a lean, muscular body with generous hindquarters and nicely sized breasts with pale nipples. Wide hips leading to a narrow waist and a triangle of white fur sat between.

She crawled over to him, studying his face up close before giving him a lick, Drustan flinched as he felt her rough tongue run along his cheek. She smirked before shifting back into her fox form. She lay on her belly next to him and pulled him onto her back lightly using her jaw. She then stood up and carried him into the darkness. Drustan was now somewhat perturbed at this turn of events. What did this mean? Was she still going to kill him? Just carrying him to her den to snack on later?

About ten minutes later she brought them to the mouth of a cave. As she carried him inside he noticed glow stones lining the walls, leading to a cavern filled with them along with a waterfall dropping into a small pool. She walked them to a pile of furs before throwing him off her back onto them. She switched back to her humanoid form and fully removed his gag, kneeling next to him.

She spoke in a voice that sounded like a sultry purr with a feral undertone to it, giving him a predatory smile. "What's your name handsome?"

Drustan introduced himself under duress for the second time today. "Drustan... are you going to kill me?" He asked with tentative concern.

"I don't intend to... you don't fit my preferred prey, it wouldn't be fun. I prefer to instill fear and panic in those who enjoy inflicting suffering. It is so satisfying." She giggled.

"Oh... well... that's good I suppose, but why have you brought me back to your... abode?" His sense of concern was not really alleviated.

She ripped part of his shirt before holding his face in her hands. Moving her lips close to his.

"Because your face is so pretty, those strong eyebrows, that sculpted nose, your emerald eyes, high cheek bones and soft lips. You're a beautiful toy that was wrapped up and dropped in my lap. Of course I'm going to play with you." Her grin was lascivious and mischievous.

Before Drustan had the chance to offer any protest she ripped off the rest of his shirt. She ran her hands down his chest, tracing her fingers over the outline of his muscles and flicking his nipples.

"Uh... we've only just met. Perhaps we should spend some time getting to know each other?" He asked shakily, nervous at where this was going. Despite the curious feeling her fingers were creating in him.

She sniggered. "There's no need for that. Just lie there."

She yanked down his trousers, causing him to yelp. Embarrassment flowed through him as he was exposed to her gaze. She caressed her hands over his flaccid anatomy.

"Elves... I forgot that all of you are so smooth down here." She giggled.

She cupped one hand around his balls rolling them in her fingers then pumped her other hand up and down his shaft. He let out a gasp as he instinctively hardened beneath her touch. She kept stroking him, moving her eyes closer to study it.

"Ooh, that will do nicely, it's the same pretty pink colour as your lips and nipples." Giving him a lascivious smile.

He couldn't help the blush that spread across his cheeks. He was startled when she flicked her tongue across his tip, sucking air through his teeth. She kept giving him tentative licks, enjoying his reaction. When she kissed his tip, wrapping her full lips around his head he let out an embarrassing squeak as she sucked him. He felt her chuckle as she bobbed up and down, making him tremble as she robbed him of intelligent thought.

As apprehensive as he was, her mouth felt divine. Her tongue massaged along his underside sending tingles through him. He didn't want her to stop, it was too good. When her lips reached his base he would have given her anything she asked for. His breath became deep yet harried, he writhed beneath her. He could only let out gasps and little whimpers. His whole body feeling like he was submerged in a warm bath as pleasure spread through him from his cock.

His prick started to quiver and pulse in her mouth. He was thankful he was lying down as he thought his legs would have struggled to hold him. As he felt himself about to erupt, she pulled her lips from him, causing him to let out a whine of complaint. She gave his tip another teasing lick before sniggering at him.

"Aww, did my toy expect something else? Were you keen to release yourself? I decide when and not a moment before." Giving him a mischievous grin.

She gave him a few playful strokes before slowly climbing her way up him, until she was sat on his chest, her generous buttocks pressed against his skin and her hips and that triangle of fur positioned very close to his face. She traced her fingers over his lips.

"If you want to take your pleasure, you have to give me some first. Since I used my mouth on you, it seems only fair you do the same. You have a face I am looking forward to sitting on, understand?" She asked, biting her lower lip a little.

Drustan nodded. She smirked before lowering her hips on his mouth. She smelled slightly musky, but deliciously feminine, Drustan found he needed little encouragement to start kissing her folds. Caressing his tongue up and down, snaking it within her and savouring the taste. He heard her breathe heavier above him. He tried licking her harder and more voraciously, but she didn't seem to be any more excited. Then he remembered something. He moved his lips and tongue further up, his nose getting tickled by her hair. He investigated with his tongue and found what he was looking for. Using his lips and tongue together he lifted the hood unveiling the nub hiding beneath.

He pursed his lips around it and sucked. She immediately let out a purring rumble.

"That's the spot, keep going."

Spurred on, he sucked harder, hearing her start to moan. She ran her fingers through his hair massaging his scalp. He flicked his tongue over as well, causing her to start humping his face. He kept going, her reaction turning him on and he became curious to know what face she would make when she reached the edge. She made mewling sounds as he felt her nub start to twitch between his lips. She had not told him stop, she must have wanted him to keep sucking. Her golden eyes stared down at his green. They were starting to glaze over, her lips slightly open to let out her moans, her expression one of happy bliss.

He felt her thighs tense up and her hips quiver. She clamped them around his head as she let out a whimper then a howl. Lightly pulling his hair as she peaked. She lifted herself off his face, resting her ass on his chest. His lips glistening with her juices, she took a breather for a moment. Drustan felt pleased with himself, while hoping she was satisfied. His cock still rigid and begging for attention, she looked back at it and smiled. She moved her hips down lower until she was resting atop his.

She ground her hips, rubbing her wet folds against the underside of his cock. Seeing him shiver and desperate need fill his face.

"Do you want to come?" She asked teasingly.

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please."

She lifted her hips off him, the disappointment spreading across his face. She giggled, before grasping his shaft. She angled his head against her entrance and sank down on him. Her insides engulfing him, every inch she took in made him feel like he was melting. He took great gratification in seeing her quiver as their hips met again. It may have felt tight inside her, but she felt the same and that was a wondrous piece of information. She sat on top not moving, seeming to need time to adjust.

He was too impatient to wait, he began to roll his hips beneath her, feeling a shift in power between them as she moaned and placed her hands on his chest. He kept rocking and that same joyous blissful expression crossed her face.

She chuckled. "So eager aren't you?"

She lifted her hips up and dropped them back down, then repeated the action over and over. Drustan started to let out moans as much as she did. The pair of them settling into a rhythm, him rocking his hips up as she dropped hers down. The action sending delightful tingles through both their bodies. She rubbed her thumbs over his nipples, his hips starting to tremble. The feeling of being deep inside her, her internal muscles massaging him was quickly sending him to the edge.

After a couple more drops of her hips, his body clenched up. That familiar rapturous jolt of lightning running up his spine, surging through his synapses and limbs as his balls pulled up and he sprayed himself deep inside her. His muscles went slack as he finished.

Feeling relaxed.

Except she hadn't stopped moving. She was still bouncing on top of him, smirk on her face as he began to struggle and writhe beneath her. He was still sensitive, it was too much. But she kept moving her hips, teasing his nipples. As much as he wanted a break, her hot, tight, wet, sex wrapped around him was quickly luring his hips into rocking up into her despite the lingering discomfort.

She pulled one of her hands from his nipple and used it between her legs, rubbing her fingers over her nub. He had to acknowledge the view was outstanding, as he watched her ride him while she played with herself. He bit his lip beneath her as he waited for his sensitivity to go away. All the while he ached to see her come on top of him whilst he was buried inside.

As his sensitivity faded he committed to emphatically thrusting up into her. Lamenting his hands being bound, then he could grasp her hips and pound himself deep. Better yet he could roll her beneath him. He needed to get her to untie him. For his freedom and so he could fuck her like he truly wanted to.

While he had been running through this series of thoughts, she had begun shaking on top of him, groaning. He felt her squeezing around him, her breathing quick yet laboured. Those golden eyes looking at him, unfocused yet filled with need as she bit her lower lip and whined. He tried to thrust even harder and she clamped around his cock, her insides trying to wrench his come from him. That familiar jolt shot through him, he groaned as he sprayed inside. hearing her howl above him, her eyes rolling back, eyelashes fluttering, her face panting, filled with bliss.

She sat on top of him for a minute before sliding off and lying next to him, purring. When she opened her eyes to look at him he risked a question.

"Could you untie me now?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

She snickered before she rolled him onto his front and loosened the rope binding his hands. He pulled them free, rolling back over to unbind his feet. Relishing the relief he felt at having his limbs free.

She huffed. "You can leave now if you wish."

Drustan gave her a smirk. "It's the middle of the night and I have no idea where I am..."

She gave him a speculative look. "And?"

Drustan put on his best effort to sound sultry. "How much appreciation do I need to show to my rescuer for her to show me to the road in the morning?"

She tittered, a flirtatious smile on her face. "Some more 'appreciation' would be nice... I can definitely take you to the road in the morning."

"How would you like to be 'appreciated'? Anything specific?" He gave her a grin.

"Hmmmm." She mulled it over, rolling onto her back. Arching her back and pushing her breasts up as she stretched herself. She chuckled as the thought came to her. She rolled onto her knees, bending over in front of him and invitingly rubbing her behind as she gave him a lusty smirk.

"Lick me and mount me."

He needed no further instruction; he understood the assignment. He removed his tattered clothes then kneeled behind her. Grasping his hands around her buttocks before pulling the hood back on her nub and lowering his lips onto it. Hearing her gasp as he started sucking. Flicking his tongue over it, feeling her asscheeks quiver. When she let out panting moans he moved his tongue faster and sucked harder. Adding the occasional light nip between his teeth to make her hips jerk.

She mewled for him, spreading her legs wider. She lowered her elbows down into the furs. He chuckled as he sucked on her, feeling her nub twitch in his mouth. Her legs and hips were shaking. Not much longer and she clenched up, howling.

He raised his head from between her legs. Angling himself up before he slapped his hips into her ass. She immediately tightened around him and groaned. He leaned over, swept her hair to the side and nipped her neck. Feeling her shudder beneath him. He planted a hand down next to her while the other slid between her legs to fiddle her nub. He commenced pounding his hips into her, hearing her cry out with each slap of their skin.

She rocked her hips back into him, encouraging his efforts. He couldn't believe how much she seemed to be enjoying this. He licked and kissed her neck, she nuzzled into him. Turning her head and nipping his chin. He twisted his face to press his lips to hers. Engaging in a deep sloppy kiss as their tongues danced together.

Merged above and below. He hammered his hips, determined to make her scream for him. It wouldn't be long, she squeezed him each time he sank into her depths. Her body was shivering. He broke off the kiss, lightly tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. She let out a series of mewls and whines before finally letting a squealing howl. Her insides violently clamped down on him, her body tensed yet spasming. Arching her back as he buried himself deep one last time, releasing his seed within. That delicious surge creeping up his spine was as much a reward as her panting and sweating in front of him.

He stayed buried within her until he felt himself soften, enjoying the wet and warmth before pulling out. He slumped down on the furs next to her, chest still moving heavily, breath not quite returned yet. She snuggled up next to him, purring.

"Feeling 'appreciated'?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Quite." She purred. "But I could always enjoy some more in the morning."

"I think I can help with that." He panted.

End