*fwip*

 

...

 

*thuk*

 

Another shot, another miss. Mil knocked another arrow and scanned her surroundings. The fiend was annoyingly nimble, but from the looks of it not very sturdy. She only had three shots left, counting the one she had ready, but she only needed one to pin the creature to a tree and kill it. A task that, admittedly, was made more challenging than it ought to be by the quickly setting sun.

 

Mil heard the subtle crackle that often accompanied arcane projectiles, and dodged blindly to the side in time to watch a streak of blue light soar past her previous position. She's gotten used to dodging projectile spells like these, and thank the gods for that. According to the reports in town, this fiend has been bothering folks for a few days now, consuming their dreams while they sleep. That might not be so bad, but after just a handful of feedings victims end up enthralled by the thing, and then they need extensive care to be healed. Whatever that spell was, it couldn't have been good.

 

*crack*

 

Mil dodged again, this time whirling around and tracing the after-trail of the spell to its source. She loosed an arrow praying she'd hit the fiend, but the loud rustle made it clear she hadn't. Another arc of energy whizzed past, and Mil didn't bother checking its trajectory; it was way off, probably fired haphazardly while the demon was moving as a feint.

 

Mil knocked another arrow. It was odd that the creature hadn't simply fled when spotted. Sneak predator that it was, good strategy would have been to flee until it knew it was safe and try again later. Instead, it had led Mil far out into the woods, then engaged her as though it stood a chance.

 

*crack*

 

Mil repeated her maneuver before, whirling to the side in a 180 then firing at the spell's point of origin.

 

*thp*

 

Mil knocked her next arrow immediately. The arrow must have missed its target and hit dirt instead. She began running through contingency plans while she waited for her next opening. That the fiend was toying with her like this implied confidence on its part, but Mil also recognized that she was the better shot of the two; the demon was never going to hit her with a spell, and was presumably smart enough to recognize that too. It may be planning to close once Mil was out of arrows, assuming she'd have no other way of defending herself. She chuckled at the thought. She obviously carried a sword on her in the event of a melee, but with her physical strength and size she could probably fight the thing hand-to-hand if it came to it.

 

She would need to be ready to drop her bow immediately and draw her sword just as quick, to deny the fiend an opportunity for an unopposed-

 

*crack*

 

Mil spun on her foot, loosed an arrow into the brush where the spell came from, then dropped her bow and grabbed the empty air where the grip of her sword should have been.

 

Before Mil could react to the surprise of her missing sword, she was flung to the ground with enough force to slide back a few feet until she was back-to-bark against a tree. Dizzily, she noted a flash of blue light from her chest and a warm, gentle feeling radiating out from her core. As her senses came back, she noted a pressure on her lap and two smaller pressures at her shoulders, before noting their source; an fiendish figure in the shape of a petite, very naked human woman was straddling her, locking its piercing rose-colored eyes with her own.

 

Mil's composure evaporated, eyes widening and face reddening at the incredibly attractive inappropriate display. The demon was pitch black with swirling lines of bright pink across its body, concentrated at its extremities. In its current form, it looked barely more than 5' tall, and couldn't have weighed much more than 120 lbs. Its rosy eyes stared holes into her, and she made the mistake of breaking its eye contact by looking down. The creature sported a modest pair of breasts, a cute tummy that jutted just far enough out to contrast with the curve of its waistline, and a plump but firm ass that felt agonizingly soft against her lap. Mil caught herself staring and blushed a bit more, and then a lot more as she realized the demon was a shapeshifter; it had probably chosen every detail of its form intentionally to fuck with her, and it was working.

 

The demon flashed a fanged smirk. "Enjoying the show, big gal?"

 

She reached for her sword, which still wasn't there, and noted that her arm felt sluggish. As she processed that information, the creature currently sitting on her lap adjusted its sitting position and brushed her cheek with a hand, eliciting an involuntary whimper from the otherwise confident warrior and causing her to reengage eye contact.

 

"Honey, are you really so easily flustered by a pretty girl? You're such a delightful cliché~"

 

She experimentally moved her fingers on both hands, noting their reaction times. Sluggish. Slow. She'd been sedated, and now she could sense the presence of the demon's magical sedative continuing to work its way to her extremities and up to her head.

 

The demon looked down at Mil's hands, then back into Mil's flustered, fawning eyes with a predatory grin. "Oh, did you just notice? You were being so spiky before, shooting those arrows at me! I just gave you a little something to make you nice and relaxed and docile for me. Soon you're going to feel so nice and sleepy, and we're just going to cuddle here for a while, and I'm going to get a meal. Everybody gets what they want~"

 

The feeling had reached Mil's head now, and she felt her concerns about the situation shrink into nothingness one by one, leaving only the flustered panic the creature seemed to be enjoying so much.

 

"That's right, look into my eyes and know that everything is okay," the demon said in honeyed tones through a fanged smile, "let all your worries drift away."

 

Mil knew this was a bad situation, although she could no longer remember quite why it was so bad. The creature sitting on top of her was a demon, but was that a bad thing? She was so tired, and her "captor" was so soft...

 

She squinted, trying to piece together thoughts and memories she could swear she had moments ago. As though sensing an opportunity, the demon shifted itself again, pressing its body against Mil's and planting a wet kiss on her lips. The fragments of memories of thoughts Mil had assembled scattered to the far corners of her mind, and she lost herself in the kiss. The demon leaned into her, allowing her to slide forward away from the tree until she was fully on her back. Mil placed her arms around the thing that laid on top of her and moaned into the kiss.

 

After a minute of gently passionate making out, the demon pulled away, shifting backward and laying its head against Mil under her chin. Mil's intuition still insisted there was a problem, but she neither knew nor cared what it could be. She laid one hand on the girl's head and the other further down its torso.

 

The girl whispered as it nestled in.

 

"You're going to sink now, even deeper for me. When you wake tomorrow morning, you'll tell your superior that you succumbed to a sleep spell and lost me. You'll pick another one of your delightful guards, and invite them out tomorrow night to hunt for me. You'll find me here, and then all three of us will cuddle like this. Doesn't that sound nice?"

 

Mil groggily replied an affirmative.

 

"Good girl. Sleep now."

 

Mil drifted into unconsciousness as her cuddle partner's words sank in.