Thar Shaddin

Through large dark eyes, she watched the world around her. The woods were alive with the busy activities of the creatures that called it home. Squirrels scampered about in the never-ending search for nuts. Birds of various types made their nests in the high branches of the trees overhead. The herd, for that is what the deer called themselves, grazed upon what little of the new growth was present this time of year.

It was autumn again, the leaves were changing colors and beginning to fall from the trees once more. A cold wind could be felt blowing, rustling the leaves and setting the critters at wits end. As they set about preparing for the coming of winter, they too must keep on alert for this was the time of year when hunters grew braver and ventured into their home.

On this day, Niabi had chosen to walk not as a member of herd but as that of man. Her long chestnut hair draped her shoulders and blew ever so slightly in the wind. The many necklaces that hung from her neck, jingled as she made her way through the trees. Around her waist, she wore a garment of fur and leather crudely sewn together of the many animal friends that she had lost over the years. The skirt dragged on the ground picking up many twigs and dead foliage that had been in her path. To anyone that saw her, she would seem to be a wild woodland woman of exceptional beauty. To her forest friends she was much more then that.

To the creatures of the forest, she was their protector. She was their guardian. She would do whatever was needed to protect her friends and family from the vile wickedness of men. They would not be allowed to enter her home and kill those she loved. She would make them pay for every life they took by taking their lives in exchange.

With near silent foot steps, she made her way through the woods. Leaving the herd behind for now, she left the safety of the glen. With one last glance backwards, she was off to patrol the forest for the wellbeing of those she cared for.

Chrishton knew how to survive in the woods as well as any animal. Not because he was half animal, but because he'd spent so many years of his life there in the past, hiding from other people or seeking solace from the turmoils of his human existence. Unlike so many of the shifters he knew, he felt completely at home both in the woods and in the city.

He was wearing his latest collection of stolen clothing. It was a ragged affair, with a white, short sleeved tunic that was barely large enough to cover him and his heavy, reasonably muscular frame, and a loose fitting pair of brown pants. He had shoes this time, thank the gods, and that made walking about in his human form much easier. Surely the result of some ironic joke played by one of those gods, human feet were just not made for running around barefoot.

His hair was long and dark brown, and he had the beginning of a beard showing on his face. The whole of him might have been mistaken for a peasant except for the way he carried himself. He had confidence and strength in his stride that no humble peasant should rightly have. The man had an imposing figure more fit for a solider, if maybe a retired one.

The woods, once again, served as the best place to hide from people searching for him in the obvious places. They so commonly made the mistake of believing he was the kind of man who belonged in the seedy parts of the city, selling illegal goods, drinking himself stupid, or working as a bouncer. None of which was untrue, mind. That was only half of his story.

More perceptive and careful than outward appearances would indicate, he spotted movement and something dark moving up ahead before Niabi was able to see him. He paused dead in his tracks and peered between the branches to try and see as much as he could without making himself known.

What he saw made his eyebrows shoot up and his more base instincts start shooting off. It was a woman. A woman wearing nothing over her breasts... A well figured - or so it seemed from where he was standing - woman walking alone through the woods with only some tribal looking necklaces covering her upper body.

"Damn." He muttered to the fox spirits, though he wasn't sure if any of them were around to listen. "Almost a year on th'road's been too long fer this shit."

He meant, of course, that he had not been with a woman in over a year. Not since Leona left him. But what the hell was this woman doing in these woods, which were considered haunted by nearly all the locals? Experience, and indications by what she was wearing, suggested to him that she lived in these woods as either some kind of a reclusive witch, or that she was a magical creature like a shifter.

It might have been a wise choice to leave her alone and go the other way... But Chrishton's choices were rarely of the wizened sort.

He started walking towards her, pushing some branches out of the way and stepping into plain view, a friendly and inviting smile painting his face. "Ain't it a bit cold like that, gorgeous?"

As she walked through the woods, the sounds of approaching foot steps were heard from beyond the trees up ahead, followed by the strong voice of a man.

"Ain't it a bit cold like that, gorgeous?"

Too late, it had been when she heard him approach. It was not often that anyone would be able to sneak up on her. With the refined hearing of a deer, she was able to hear most predators long before they were within distance of causing any harm. This one, this man had been able to sneak up on her and it was frightening.

Had she been in the form of a deer, her ears would be standing on end as would her bushy white tail. As it was, her eyes opened wide in fear or what appeared to be fear. With a few steps backwards, she hoped to put more room between herself and that of the man standing before her. The thought of bolting, leaving this man behind and running back to the safety of the glen, entered her mind but was quickly dismissed.

To lead a man into the safety of the glen could mean danger for the whole herd. If he were to get word of the location in which the deer made their home back to others of his kind, death would come for them. Men would come and with their strange implements of death killing everything in their path. Then again, if this one were to die long before he could return to his own herd, he would never get the chance to warn them.

Trying to hide the fear from her face, Niabi batted her large brown eyes and greeted the stranger with a friendly smile. With a few steps forward this time she quickly closed the gap between the two of them. The man standing before her was tall, rugged and had something about him almost animal like in nature. Then there was his smell, not the just the foul smell of men that she had come to recognize but there was something about him, something different that she had trouble placing.

Slowly with her small right hand, she reached out and took his hand. Wrapping her tiny fingers around his much larger rough fingers, it was clear that these hands of his had seen many a hard time over the years. With a slight tug on his hand and a flip of her hair, she momentarily stared into his deep dark green eyes before leading him farther into the woods.

Pushing low hanging branches out of their way and carefully picking a path that would avoid the upturned tree roots, they quickly made their way deeper into the heart of the woods. Before long they reached the small clearing of trees that made up the glen. Tall trees circled this places severing as a wall to keep those that were unwelcome out. The ground was carpeted in a soft layer of grass broken only by small patches of flowers and the occasional mushroom. The sky overhead was covered in large clouds which masked the sun and cast a shadow over the small sanctuary.

Upon reaching the glen she stopped walking and turned to face the man who had been all too willing to follow her wherever she happen to lead. As she turned to face him, she took the time to get a better look at him. Batting her eyes once more, she took note of his strong muscled chest and arms. Messy and unkept as his hair was, it enticed her to run her fingers through it. His face, what a face, it too held the strong look to it as did the rest of his body but in that face she could sense the lust he held inside.

Switching her weight from one hip to the other, which made her breasts bounce ever so slightly. She chewed on her lower lip while she waited to see if the effects of her charm were working on him.

The mysterious woman turned out to be far more attractive up close than he expected her to be. From the distance all he could see was how little she was wearing and the essentials of her figure, but up close she betrayed much more. Flawlessly tanned skin that was kissed by the sun evenly all over, long hair that draped down around a perfect pair of breasts...

Niabi batted her eyelashes at him and a hint of seductive magic sprinkled like a dash of pixie dust in his eyes. She didn't need to use any magic on him to have him enamored, but the combination of his naturally overbearing lascivious instincts, with months long sexual deprivation and her innate magical ability to seduce turned him into putty in her hands. She wrapped him around her finger and his self control blew away with the wind.

Some of the fox spirits made themselves know, presumably when they saw just how badly this stranger in the woods had gotten a hold of Chrishton's mind. They started yelling at him to snap out of it and stop being stupid because it might be a trap, but their warnings went unheeded and were short lived. Chrishton didn't want to listen to them anyway, most of the time they had nothing useful to say and made themselves a pain in his rear. He let them yell until, inevitably, they got distracted by each other and began to poke fun at one another and make rude comments about what they would do with Niabi if only they had two legs instead of four.

Before he knew what was going on, Chrishton found himself staring into her eyes while she took his hand. The sheer amount of suggestion her gaze carried sent a wave of hormones coursing through him, and soon he was following her deeper into the woods. He knew exactly what was coming... Or so he thought.

Letting her lead the way, he took the opportunity to look her over while they walked. God damn she looked good. Surely Inari felt he deserved the best reward on Pal Tahrenor for his devoted service, to toss such a fine beauty his way.

She pushed a branch out of her way as she walked, and when she let go of it, it slapped Chrishton right in the face. He reflexively jerked back and reached up to rub the stinging sensation out of his eyes.

"Gah. Motherfucker..."

He rubbed his eyes a few more times and looked up because she had stopped leading him. They were in some sort of secluded clearing. That probably should have been a warning signal to him. If he was in his right state of mind, if he gave a damn about anything other than having a taste of the woman before him, he might stop to think and examine where they were and what she was doing.

She shifted her hips. Her breasts bounced before him. What danger? Who the hell cares about danger. Those breasts looked so perfect, they needed to be touched.

He stepped forward, looking up into her eyes again, and grinned suggestively. His hands came up to touch her sides, just above the skirt she wore. If she wanted him, she was going to get him.

With another bat of her eyes, Nia bit her lower lip and looked up at the man who had his hands resting on her hips. It was obvious by the way he stared back at her that her charms had worked on him. She could do whatever she wanted and he would be more then willing to let her do it.

Nia took two steps forward, making the space between them vanish in a mere moment. She now stood before him, her breasts lifted and fell with each breath she took as they pressed up against the shirt that was tightly stretched over his well muscled chest. At this distance she could feel the heat radiate off his body. What a strong body it was.

Her hand made it's way up to his face to stroke his bristle lined jaw. What a handsome face he had, with that long dark hair and those deep green eyes. She could get lost in those eyes of his. As she stared up into those eyes, she brought her other hand up to run her fingers through his hair.

The fox spirits had very little sway with Chrishton when it came to issues of romance. When someone has so little privacy that he was likely to be watched by malicious little entities even when having sex, the oddity of it becomes normal and the impact dulled. They said all kinds of things even when Chrishton was doing mundane tasks. As such, anything short of an outright declaration that Niabi was a demon or a succubus out to feast on his soul was not worth paying attention to.

I defense of the fox spirits, they did try to warn him based on what they knew. She wasn't, after all, any kind of demon. She was just using a little charming magic on him. This might just be in order to get a good lay. Evidence of her past deeds were not immediately visible. Some of Niabi's forest friends must have done away with the bodies for her, because Chrishton was not standing in a ring of human bones.

This is too easy, even for you, you fat turd. Better be careful! Said one.

It was quickly followed by another, less benevolent spirit. Who cares, look at those knockers!

The two spirits quickly argued over why a fox spirit should care at all about human breasts. Powerful and semi-omniscient though Inari's minions might be, their mischievousness was always their downfall.

Chrishton blocked out their prattle like a boy might do while being lectured by an old lady. He might hear them if they said his name, or yelled a key word, but they didn't. He was lost in the strange woman's eyes, and quickly being overtaken by purely lascivious thoughts.

She touched his cheek, and then ran her fingers through his hair. His hair was a tangled mess, testament to how little time he had to take care of himself. Still, it felt so good to be touched by her. It had been so long. Her fingers were gentle and loving, the way only a woman's could be. It felt like an eternity since he'd been touched by anything but a fist aimed to punch him.

He leaned in to kiss her without thinking, drawn to her like a magnet. Pulling her tighter against him so he could feel their bodies meet, he slid one of his hands down past the hem of her skirt, feeling the curve of her behind through the assorted animal pelts.

Batting her eyes, Nia tried her best to appear the part of an oh so innocent young woman. It was a trick that was commonly used by her kind though it didn't always work. The deer would stare into the eyes of their would be attacker, opening those big brown eyes wide and give that "please don't hurt me" kind of look. Men, the simple creatures that they were fell for this look often enough when she took the form of their kind.

It did not surprise her that the man before her had fallen victim to her charms. He had the wild, untamed look of an animal about him, an animal that desperately needed to be freed from the restraints of humanity and be allowed to run free. She would be his freedom, granting him his very animal desire. Nia would give him exactly what he wanted and then make him pay the ultimate price for it.

Yes, she killed men but not for the pleasure of killing, for that was something men do. No, she killed out of revenge, men came into her home and killed those she loved. This one, like all the others before him would give his life as her friends had given theirs.

His lips met hers as his rough hand slid down her back, pulling her closer before coming to a stop on her backside. Nearly tripping over his large feet as he pulled her closer, she leaned on his well muscled body for support. Breasts pressed firmly against him, she could feel his heart beating beneath the strange hides that men choose to wear.

An odd scent clung to him, one that both enticed and intrigued her. It was not the scent that she had come to recognize on men, no it was something different. What it was, she did not know but it mattered little, for now all the only thing of any importance was giving in to that desire.

Staring into those dark green eyes of his, she wordlessly confessed her lust for him.

With eyes so big and innocent, how could the spirits ever think this woman was a threat at all? Surely she wasn't. All she wanted was some company. The company of a man like Chrishton, who could make her feel safe and protected, and also make her feel like a woman.

She let him kiss her, as he knew she would, and brought their bodies up against each other. It felt so good to have her touching him, the way her breasts pressed up against his chest after her drew her close. He kissed her for a long time, savoring her tongue and her lips. She didn't fight back or resist at all. Instead, she definitely communicated that she liked it, without ever having spoken a word to him.

In fact, he had yet to hear her voice at all, something that made him curious. He wondered if he could get a sound out of her before the evening was through.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes again. There was no questioning the signals passing between them. It was simple animal desire with, as far as he could tell, no strings attached. He was half animal himself, and no stranger to that sort of thinking. Humans liked to beat around the bush and play love games, but she wasn't acting very human as far as he could tell.

If that's what she wanted, he was happy to provide.

Holding one hand behind the arch of her back, he slid the other one gently up her side and trailed his lips down her neck to begin placing kisses above her breasts. He had to push her many strange necklaces out of the way to continue kissing. Warm lips trailed those kisses over her skin and the exposed nipple.

His hands were rough and calloused, but he handled her with a delicate touch. Leaning her back, holding her delicate frame easily with the one hand, and caressed her body sensually and gradually encouraged her to lay back on the forest floor with him.

A smile spread wide on her face as he covered her in kisses. This was too easy. Nia enjoyed the attention he gave her, that is until he wanted her to lay down on the ground.

She shook her head as if to say 'no' to him. Nia was not one to let herself be dominated by a man. It would make what she planned to do with him later even harder to accomplish.

Instead she let her hands fall from his hair and begun to tug on the shirt that clung all too tightly to his chest. Her fingers clawed at the fabric as she attempted to free him from it. The sound of fabric ripping could be heard as she tore the front, exposing a strong muscled chest.

She didn't stop there though, she continued onward. Eager fingers found their way to his pants. Forcefully trying to pull them down, not even trying to loosen them first. The cloth tried to fight back against her, it tried to hold it's shape but she was not going to give up.

If she were to fully enjoy the man before her, she would have to be rid of that which separated them from each other.

His attempts to get her to lay back on the ground were refused. For some reason she didn't want him to take her on her back, a fact which should have been yet another indication to Chrishton that not all was as it should be.

Or perhaps not. Everyone had their preferences.

Shaking her head, she still didn't speak to him. Either she didn't have a voice, or she was choosing not to use it. Her apparent shyness and humility served to endear him to her. There was something alluring about it that mixed well with the spontaneity and mystery of the situation. Combined with her spells, it became completely intoxicating.

His lips left her body then, after she said no, and he pulled her back to a standing position. She grabbed his pants and began to pull on them, yanking down with tenacity when they wouldn't give without being unbuttoned.

Eager to help her out, he unbuttoned them, and they yielded to her next tug, falling down to the ground at his ankles. He wore boxers beneath them, but they did very little to hide his arousal.

With a sly grin, Chrishton's fingers found their way to the top of Niabi's skirt or strange animal pelts. He pushed his fingers between it and her waist, and began to tug down lightly the same way she had done to him.

Her large brown doe-like eyes slowly followed his pants as they slipped over his waist, down his legs and came to rest at his feet. Taking in his well muscled body, those same eyes made their way back up his body. Sure he might not have been in the best possible shape that he could be and he was starting to show the early signs of aging but still he appeared to be quite strong. Strong and a more then capable mate.

With hands now free from the task of removing his clothing, she placed one hand over the one that was tugging on her skirt. Caressing his knuckles with the tips of her fingers, she had hoped to distract him from his attempt to disrobe her. It was not that she had any sort of problem with being naked, in fact she spent most of her life running around the woods free of any and all forms of clothing. No, she was not willing to let him see beneath her skirt because she didn't want him to see what she hid underneath.

As if to constantly remind her of what she truly was, Nia had hooves. She could not fully change herself into the form of human, it was what separated them from her and at the same time it kept her connected to her forest friends.

Through years of experience, she had learned that men would not fall for her charms and little seduction ploy when they knew she was not also one of their kind. Their superstitious ways kept them from falling into her trap, making it far from easy to lure them into her domain where she could seek out her revenge on them.

It was through watching them that she had learned to overcome this little problem. They had given her the idea to fashion for herself a disguise of sorts. Men wore about many strange coverings from behind which they hid themselves from the world. Nia now did this too, but only for the purpose of tricking them through their own ways.

So she shook her head again, letting him know that she didn't want him to take her skirt off.

Then, tilting her head to the side, she motioned that she wanted him to lay down on the grass. With her other hand, she placed it on his hard chest, giving it a little shove to ensure he got the idea.

Again she refused him with a silent shake of her head. She didn't want him taking the skirt off? Even after she had stripped him naked? That there was leaving the realm of personal preference, and strange enough for something in the back of Chrishton's mind to question things.

He questioned them on a more base, less sinister level, however. What was she hiding under there that she didn't want him to see? It had better not be...

A nod of her head, a light push of her hand against his bare chest, that magically seductive twinkle in her eye, and he knew she wasn't hiding anything like that down there. She just wanted to play her way, and if he laid down like she wanted, she was going to give him what they both wanted. Her smile said it all. He got the idea.

"'s gonna be like that, is it?" he asked jokingly, and got down onto the ground like she wanted. He was, however, not about to be completely passive about it. If she was going to play games and call the shots, he was going to play his own as well. An ideal mate he might be, but with his strength and vigor came a natural resistance to submissions.

While sitting up on the ground, he took her hand in his hand pulled her over to him abruptly. He was only forceful enough that she would have to have serious objections to what he was doing to stop herself from being pulled over. Catching her lighter frame easily before she could fall, he laid back on the ground and pulled her down on top of him.

A smile crossed her faced, showing that she was pleased with his actions. True, she had not spoken to him and had a hard time of communicating with men but this one seemed to understand her. Sure it would have been easier if she spoke to him but living her life in the words, she lacked the human interaction needed to learn of their language. So she spoke to him instead with her body.

She had seen that playful look in his eyes but had not caught on to it in time to keep from being pulled off her feet by him. It had not been a forceful tug but one strong enough to make her lose what little balance she had when on two legs and make her fall down on top of him.

Her large skirt made of the furs and skins of many dead animal friends, lifted up and fell with the sudden movement. As she settled herself into a sitting position on his lap, Nia grabbed the skirt and pulled it out from underneath her. It draped around her hips and covered his lap but no longer did it come between them. In fact, the only thing still left between them was thin fabric of his boxers. Shifting her body up to standing on her knees, she used one hand to pull the garment down to his knees before sitting back down.

Now with nothing separating them, she leaned forward nibbling on his ear and kissing his neck. One hand trailed up his chest, to his face, then tugged on his long brown tagged hair. The other hand traveled in the other direction, it made its way down under her skirt and began to massage his manhood in preparation.

Her skirt kept everything below her waist completely out of view, with only a brief flash of hoof showing when she stepped over him. Luckily for her, he didn't notice it, and probably would not have cared even if he had. Certainly not in the magic induced haze she had him in. His eyes were busy lingering over the rest of her body while he continued to maintain a playful, anticipatory grin.

Resting his hands on her hips again, he helped her hover above him and let her remove his undergarments. They only got down as far as his knees, but that was good enough. There was something playful and kinky about the way she wanted to keep the skirt on, hiding their deed from the rest of the world.

She leaned forward and started kissing over his neck and ear, soft lips tickling over his skin sensually. He turned his head to the side for her and felt one gentle hand climb up his chest to start playing with his hair again. Her other hand reached down between them and gripped onto his manhood, which by this point was quite firm. The grip of her fingers around it, and her stroking, only made it more so.

Resting his head back in the grass, he let out a pleased moan. It had been too long since he felt the touch of a woman like this. As he stiffened under her touch, he turned back to look at her, reached up to turn her head so she was looking at him, and brought his lips to hers in a kiss.

As his sweet lips met hers, she felt inspired to move onwards. Her desire to stomp this man to death no longer occupied her mind as she thought instead of all the ways they could enjoy each others bodies.

His little moan had delighted her in ways she normally would have ignored. It was not like her to get excited by the pleasure her mates got out of her. No, she cared little for them and what they got, what she was doing was for herself.

Feeling his arousal grow under touch, made her smile. She could not see it from under her skirt but from the feel of it, as she slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft, she could tell that he was quite well equipped for the job.

The wait was killing her, she couldn't take it any longer. She hovered mere inches above him but the gap felt like so much more, it was a void that she desperately wanted to fill. Maybe it was the rut that filled her with such intense feelings or maybe it was a curiosity to discover what it was that made him different but she didn't care either way.

Slowly she guided her slowly down on top of him. With but a little help he easily slipped inside of her. She had already been quite wet with anticipation but feeling him inside of her only served to drive her to new heights of pleasure.

Biting her lower lip, she tried to suppress a small moan of her own. He felt so good inside of her, like it was where he was meant to be. With a shift of her hips, she tried to encourage him onward.