You hand over the reins to the stable boy, paying the required fee.
Then you press a few additional coins in his palm, to encourage him to be *diligent*.
You need your horse in good shape in the morning, when you will *finally* be arriving at the last known location of your quarry.
An involuntary sigh escapes you.
Yet another warlock.
It feels as if it’s all you’re doing these days, hunting down witches and warlocks.

The Inquisition says they are abominations, affronts to the natural order.
Frankly, you don’t give a damn what those zealots say.
You cannot blame people for the powers they're born with, only for the way they use them.
There’s a fair share of lunatics out there, of course, whose idea of a good time is to turn someone inside out.
You wish the Inquisition would spend more time taking care of the crazy ones, instead of trying to rout out every poor bastard with even the slightest touch of magic.

But the Grandmaster’s orders are absolute.
If she says you’re hunting down a warlock, you’re hunting down a warlock.
Well, it’s probably for the best that one of your Order is dealing with him.
A fireball-slinging maniac is a bit beyond the capabilities of the average inquisitor.
And he did burn down a village.

You push open the door of the inn and make your way inside, your eyes instinctively scanning your surroundings.

It’s a typical sight for a small village inn.
The usual assortment of ruffians, wenches and unwashed peasants.

You make your way to an empty table in the corner and motion to the innkeeper to bring you the dish of the day.
After a couple of minutes, he finally deigns to oblige.
This far from the capital, the signature armor of your Order does not command the respect it does in the more civilized regions of the Empire.

You’ve barely finished your meal when you catch a flash of green out of the corner of your eye.
One of the harlots uncoils like a serpent, rising from her seat and making her way over to you.
Her emerald dress is like gossamer clinging to her curves.
It reveals nothing and yet hints at everything.

She’s pretty and graceful and … yet… you watch her approach with a vague sense of dread.

You stand up, opening your mouth to wave her off.
And as you meet her eyes, your breath catches in your throat.
Her eyes are *magnificent*.

Not only does their *color* defy all your attempts at description, the tiny motes of light dancing around in them leave you spellbound.
You know that the little specks of golden fire in her eyes are just the reflection of the candles, but it doesn’t matter.
The effect is spectacular.
Her *eyes* are spectacular.

“I’m sorry to bother you, my lord,” she says.
“But you wouldn’t happen to be looking for some company tonight, would you?”

With effort, you tear your eyes away from hers and tell her that you’re not.
She deflates visibly and gazes at you beseechingly with those amazing eyes of hers.

“Look, to be honest, I was just hoping that you would let me stay in your room,” she stammers.
“I will receive… unwelcome visits again, if I sleep alone.” 
“You’re a blademaster, right?”
“No one would bother me if I stayed with you, and I know *you* wouldn’t mistreat me.”

Why does she make you feel *nervous*?
You are a third rank blademaster, you have won countless fights, brought close to a hundred evildoers to justice.
You have even faced demonspawn and *won*.
You are one of the most deadly individuals in the entire empire.
Then… why does she make you feel like *prey*?

You meet her eyes again, searching them for any trace of deceit, and it hits you again just how *gorgeous* she is.
You can’t bear the thought of one of those ruffians manhandling her, hurting her.
And she’s looking at you so earnestly, with so much *hope* in her eyes.
[Dazedly] In her beautiful… beautiful… eyes.
“Please,” she prompts pleadingly.

Yes.
“Yes, of course,” you say.
You never could say no to a pretty face.
And even if it is a ploy of some kind … you’re confident you can handle whatever she tries.

You open the door and make your way inside, locking the door behind you.
The room is clean but small, with just one bed.
You turn towards her, offering to sleep on the floor, and she skewers you with her impossible eyes again.

“There’s no need for that,” she says.
“We can share.”
She trails a single finger down the front of your armor.
“I don’t mind a little… intimacy.“

Your mouth is suddenly dry, and you’re having trouble forming coherent thoughts when her incredible eyes are so very close.

“You know,” she says, “I truly am very grateful you’re letting me stay here tonight.”
“And I would *love* to demonstrate my gratitude.”
“How about a little romp between the sheets? On the house?”

You shake off your stupor and decline her offer. It wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her, when she came to you for *help*.

“Come now, I’m practically throwing myself at you here,” she pouts.
“Are you really going to make me *beg*?”

You tell her that it’s all right, that she doesn’t have to do this, but she waves your words away.

“I don't feel like I *have* to, I *want* to.”
“It can be so much fun, and I’m *very* good at it, too”
“Besides… I haven’t had the pleasure of lying with a blademaster before.”
“I wonder how good you are at other things than fighting.”
Her hand brushes softly over your crotch and your cock *twitches* in response.

She presses herself against you, her breasts pushing against your chest.
“Come on,” she whispers.
“You want it… I want it… So what’s stopping us?”

Her scent is intoxicating and her *eyes*...
They make your head spin.

She playfully pushes you back towards the bed, forcing you to take a step back.
And another… and another.

Until the backs of your legs hit the bed, and you can’t step back any more.

She leans in, softly pressing her lips to yours, and her eyes become your entire world.
It’s almost as if you’re falling into them, and it feels *amazing*.
She is the most tantalizing woman you have ever met, and you realize you want her.
You want her more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.
Hesitantly, you return her kiss, marveling at the way her lips taste.
After a few wonderful moments, she suddenly pushes you, making you fall backwards onto the bed.
You look up at her in surprise as she chuckles lightly.
Then she lets her dress glide off her shoulders and onto the floor, revealing her naked form in its full glory.
You stare at her shapely breasts for a moment, before her voice snaps you out of your reverie.
“Like what you see?” she quips.

Oh gods, yes.
Your cock is throbbing so hard, it’s physically painful.
Her body is a work of art, and those *eyes*...

She slowly lowers down onto her hands and knees and crawls over you, keeping eye contact the entire time.
Her leisurely, graceful movements reminding you of a mountain cat stalking her prey.

She climbs on top of you, and kisses you again.
More slowly this time.
She kisses you tenderly and intimately, and it feels *divine*.
Then, she breaks the kiss and looks deeply into your eyes.

You feel yourself sink into them, and it makes you feel soft and warm and fuzzy and so very, very good.
Almost like you’re dreaming.
You sigh happily, and she smiles at you, before leaning in to kiss you again.

She grinds her body against yours, as she keeps finding new places to kiss you.
Your lips, your face, the hollow of your throat, she leaves nothing unexplored.

Every so often, she pulls back to favor you with a gentle smile.
And each time she does, you are met with her mesmerizing eyes… and your thoughts *scatter* all over again.
All you can think about is *her*.
How much you want her.
How much you *need* her.
How much you want to feel her skin against yours.

Feverishly, you start unbuckling your armor, tearing it off and throwing it to the side.
She helps you remove your undergarments with deft fingers, and in moments, you’re as naked as she is.
She begins to grind against you again, rubbing her breasts against your chest. 
It was already wonderful when she did it before, but now that your armor is no longer in the way… the feeling makes you *shiver* with pleasure.

She kisses you again, hungrily and greedily, her dazzling eyes wide open and seemingly swallowing you whole. 
It drives you wild.
You’re overwhelmed by lust, your cock throbbing and leaking.
She chuckles and lifts herself up, using one hand to push you away from her, down onto the pillows.
The sudden loss of skin contact leaves an aching void.
And then, she takes hold of your cock.
The touch of her soft hand instantly makes it leak even more, and she laughs softly.
She gives your shaft a couple of slow strokes, before lowering herself onto you and slipping it inside of her.
The molten heat of her pussy around your cock makes your mind white out in bliss, and you nearly explode right then and there.
She leans in once more, kissing you full on the lips and capturing your gaze with hers.

“Don’t cum just yet,” she admonishes teasingly, and you know you won’t.
You will hold out for as long as it takes to satisfy her.

She grins, and starts slowly and rhythmically moving herself up and down your shaft.
Sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you.
And your body responds to every cue, every prompt she gives.
She gradually speeds up, moving faster and faster, harder and harder.
The pleasure builds and builds and builds as she thrusts herself down on top of you, again and again and again.

You feel her *clench* around your shaft, as she throws back her head, moaning in pleasure.
And as you watch her magnificent breasts bounce up and down in front of your face… you are filled with a growing sense of… detachment.
Of… confusion.
What… are you *doing*?
And for a moment… you falter.
A single discordant note in the incredible harmony that was sweeping you along.

You feel her delicate hands on your head, gently guiding your gaze towards her eyes again.
You plunge down into them, lose yourself in their depths, as a wave of white hot *bliss* floods your mind.
And you remember *exactly* what you are doing.
You are making love to the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen.

You thrust up into her with renewed vigor, and she rewards you with a throaty chuckle that quickly shifts into an ecstatic moan.
Pure, animalistic lust takes over and you give it everything you have.
Passionately.
Desperately.
Frantically.

Until you finally push her over the edge.
Until she cries out… and you explode inside of her.
She wraps her arms around you, and you shudder in her tight embrace… as you cum and cum and cum again.

Eventually, she lets go of you and you slump back onto the bed.
You are completely spent, panting and gasping for air.
She tells you to take deep breaths, and you do.
Your body calms down, coming down from the high, as she guides your breathing.
You keep breathing in… and out… when she tells you to, and a wave of relaxation washes over you.
You are exhausted, but you feel so very good.
She smiles benevolently as you look up at her, and you give her a dazed smile.
You are happy and content, in a way you have never been before.
Your gaze roams over her angelic face, coming to rest on her incredible eyes.

They *flash* and your mind *melts*.
You lose all sense of awareness as you fall into her.
The only thing you still notice are the lights dancing in her eyes.
Dancing and spinning and swirling around... and around... and around.
Dragging you along, as her voice reverberates in every single corner of your mind.
Resonates in every fiber of your being.
You are too far gone to make any sense of her words, but you *feel* them.
Your entire consciousness slips away and it feels. so. good.

Time loses all meaning, and you spend several eternities in indescribable rapture, simply basking in the sound of her voice.
Until finally… you black out.

[Pause]
[Optional sfx: morning in the outdoors, birds chirping etc]

You wake up, naked, in bed, next to the… woman you met last night.

She stretches languidly, arching her back like a cat, then turns to look at you.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she says.
“I probably should have skipped town already by now, but well… I can never resist a good bit of gloating.”
She props herself up on an elbow.
“The *good* news is that you’ve found the witch you were looking for.
The bad news…”
She grins and her eyes *flash*.
“You found the witch you were looking for.”

You look at her with a mix of alarm and bewilderment, and she laughs at your reaction.

“That’s right, I’m a witch.”
Go on, tell me I’m an abomination, an affront to the ‘natural order’.
Get it out of your system, I’ve heard it all before.
Usually followed by ’Yes, Mistress, I obey, Mistress’, but still.”

She chuckles.

“My power might not be particularly *flashy*, but it’s still pretty effective… wouldn’t you agree?”
She puts a single finger under your chin, and tilts your head up.
Before you’re even aware of what’s happening, her eyes are sucking you in again.
The little dancing flecks of golden light fill your mind, as your consciousness spirals away from you.
Then she laughs, breaking eye contact and releasing you from her spell.

She watches you expectantly for a moment, then speaks up again when you stay quiet, amusement evident in her voice.

“What, no big speeches?”
“There might actually be hope for you."

She gives you a mischievous smile, before getting out of bed.

"Come, get dressed,” she says, as she busies herself with her gown.
“We can’t exactly show up to breakfast *naked*, after all."
"And I'm not quite tired of your company... yet."