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Vampire Hunter

Rain pattered upon the rogue’s thick, lion-skin cloak and dripped onto the cobblestone road beneath her feet. Her fur-lined boots boasted a layer of mud from her travels, and weariness hung beneath her shadowed eyes. The sun’s last shards of light glinted off puddles collecting in divots and pooling beneath the archways of homes and under the reaching arms of statues depicting heroes from ages past. Diana, the slayer of vampires, held flowers and offerings of bread along her pedestal.

The oily scent of food wafted through the street as the stranger reached the city’s local tavern in search of refuge. Firelight cast a warm glow within the building, and boisterous conversation boomed the moment she pushed the wooden door open. Carved utensils clattered against wooden dinnerware, and tankards splashed with ale whenever a group cheered to some unknown patron. Heads of long-dead monstrosities sat mounted on stone walls: a dragonling, likely no older than a few moons, but large enough to terrorize farmlands; a dire wolf, with fangs longer than the rogue’s forearm; a great elk, an arrow still through one of its eye sockets, with a crown of antlers that, even now, still held growing plantlife that spilled as vines down the wall. It seemed the creature likely once stood as a guardian of the forest, and the woman found herself wondering why someone would slay such a beast.

She pushed her way through the crowded tavern and found herself at the polished oak bar. She waved the bartender down, and the man approached with a broad grin beneath his braided beard.

“Welcome! Don’ believe I recognize yer face.” He squinted at her, trying to discern what she looked like beneath the hood pulled up over her head. The lion’s upper jaw rested atop her skull, with ivory fangs dripping water onto the counter. The stranger reached up and lowered it, revealing waves of crimson locks, a pale face dotted with freckles, and green eyes that caught the light and shone. She offered a smile.

“I’m new,” she said. Her accent fell between that of a learned person, and someone who spent much time outside cities. Whether she was a noble-born runaway who now scavenged her way through life in the undercity, or she was some farmer’s child who managed to go to school, was unclear.

“I heard there was an issue here,” she continued, her voice deep. “With a vampire.”

A few of the patrons nearby glanced at her. They looked over her appearance, but with the cloak hiding much of her frame, they couldn’t see much other than the strong cut of her jaw and worn lines of travel in her face.

“Aye,” the bartender grumbled. He scratched his bearded chin and frowned. “But ah… I don’ believe a woman will ‘ave much of a chance ‘ere. I don’ know if ye’ve ‘eard the stories?”

“You can enlighten me as to why my gender is an issue over a cup of ale,” the rogue said. She gestured with one gloved hand for him to do so. With a huff, the man turned, grabbed her a mug, and filled it to the brim before handing it over. She took a sip. It tasted dry, but held strong notes of local wildberries.

“The vampire ‘as gone after many women specifically,” he explained. He leaned against the counter to talk to her better. “They seem to be enraptured by the vampire. Some sort o’ spell, I think. A few men, too, but oft enough it seems those of yer… type tend to be lulled into some sort o’ trance.”

“I’ve slain my fair few of vampires,” the rogue said. “All of which seemed to be lady-killers. I’ve had no issues yet.”

The man sighed. “Ye may find this creature different. If yer set on it, there’s a bounty on the beast. Bring back proof o’ its death and ye’ll get yer reward.”

“I’ll need lodging for tonight. I’ll head out first thing in the morning.” She took another drink. “Do you know where it lives?”

“Aye. It set up ou’side the city, in the forest past the Eastern gate. The guards there can tell ye the path, but they won’t help ye kill the beast.”

“I don’t need help.” She fished into the darkness of her cloak and set two gold coins on the counter. “I trust this will be enough.”

“That’ll be enough,” the bartender breathed. “Ye can take the room at the far end of the hall upstairs on yer left. For my sake, I hope ye survive to come back.”

She took her drink without bothering to respond, and turned to get some rest. A woman stopped her on the way to the stairs.

Dressed in modest attire, the woman’s tan shirt and black-stained pants contrasted the viridian cloak that wrapped her shoulders. The fur of some great, striped animal adorned the edges and inner lining, and it was a wonder how she had not overheated in such wear.

“I overheard,” the woman said, her voice low. Blonde hair cascaded down beside her sharp cheekbones, and her gaze pieced the stranger. “You’re going after the vampire? Truly?”

The rogue took another long drink from her mug. “Yes.”

The woman arched a brow. “You don’t talk like a commoner.”

“Should I have said ‘aye’ instead?” The vampire hunter smiled a little. “I am tired from traveling, my lady. I really must retire for the night.”

“Of course,” the woman murmured, looking the newcomer over. A smile played at the corner of her lips, too. The hunter blinked. She could feel her heart beat a little faster - in her neck, in her throat, in her groin.

The woman hummed thoughtfully. “I know the way to the vampire’s den. I will meet you at the Eastern gate tomorrow, and can show you the way.”

“Please do,” the rogue found herself saying before being able to stop herself. “I shall be there at first light.”

“Then I shall be there before,” the woman purred. The hunter found herself swallowing thickly, and feeling perhaps a little dizzy. “I didn’t catch your name, hunter.”

“I am often known as Lioness,” the slayer breathed. “It’s a long story.”

The lady snickered, the sound almost hypnotizing as she pointedly looked at the rogue’s cloak. “It seems fairly clear to me. Perhaps you’ll tell it to me during our walk?”

“Only if I receive your name in turn.”

The woman smirked. “I’m known as Tigress. It’s a long story.”

Lioness arched a brow. “That, too, seems a little clear. I suppose we’ll need to travel slow so we might both tell our tales.”

“I suppose so.” Tigress brushed her fingers along the shoulders of Lioness’ cloak. A shiver ran down the hunter’s spine. And, as if whispering a secret, the woman leaned close to say: “I look forward to it.”

With that, she turned, pulled the hood of her cloak up, and strode towards the door of the tavern. Lioness watched her go, the smell of moss and fern lingering in the air.

By morning, the rain stopped. Lioness dressed for her day, strapping knives and daggers to her sides, slinging a crossbow onto her back, and sheathing her sword at her hip. For good measure, a few sharpened stakes hung within her cloak.

The city still slept as she strode towards the eastern edge, approaching the open gate where guards stood watch at its peaks. As promised, Tigress awaited her on the other side, where the cobblestone turned to dirt, and the forest loomed in the distance. Tigress dressed similarly to how she had the night before, but now Lioness could see she wore a green stone dagger at her throat. The woman smiled as the hunter approached.

“You’re right on time,” she remarked.

“I’m not normally,” Lioness admitted.

“I feel special, then,” the woman purred.

Lioness smiled. “Good. Lead the way, if you would.”

“Will you regale me with the tale of your title?”

“Certainly.” As they began down the dirt path, Lioness checked to ensure she had everything she needed. The morning’s light warmed her skin, despite the chill of dawn. “My first hunt, the vampire owned lions as pets. He turned them loose on me, and while I slayed them, he managed to disarm me afterwards. But I had caused one of the lions to lose a tooth, and I was able to use that to stake the monster through the heart. When I came back with the pelt of a lion on my shoulders, and the body of the slain vampire in my arms with a lion’s tooth in his chest, people just started calling me that.”

Tigress chuckled. “I feel as if I may have heard of this, then. A few years ago.”

“It was about three years ago,” Lioness said. She produced a dagger where the blade that sprouted from the hilt proved to be a sharpened tooth. “I made it into this. It’s like my lucky charm. I’ve managed to kill each vampire I’ve come up against since.”

“May I see it?”

Lioness offered it to the woman. Tigress took it carefully and turned it over in her hands. She arched a brow.

“It’s enchanted,” she remarked.

“Yes,” Lioness said. “I had it done with the pay I got from slaying that first vampire.”

“What’s it do?”

“It’s magic,” the rogue said, holding her hand out for it back. Tigress complied and Lioness sheathed it against her hip again. “Hopefully I won’t need it.” She glanced at the woman, then rubbed her neck. She could feel her heart racing once more. Which was odd. Women did not normally send her heart into such a frenzy. But this woman, who strode with such confidence, whose cloak shifted with the momentum at which she moved to reveal the curve of her breasts and the strength in her arms - Lioness pulled her attention back to the path.

“How many vampires have you killed?” Tigress asked.

“What? Oh, ah… This one will be my sixth.”

“So many in such a short time? How old are you?”

Lioness laughed, flushing. “It’s not all that impressive - I’m not nearly as good as some of my other--”

“It truly is impressive,” Tigress insisted. She touched Lioness’ arm. Lioness turned a deeper shade of red. “You shouldn’t downplay your victories.”

“Ah, thanks,” Lioness muttered. “It um. It seems everyone in town knows where the vampire lives. No one’s managed to defeat it?”

“Her,” Tigress corrected. “And no. A few have tried, but they never returned.”

The trees of the forest rose up before them, and the duo plunged into the canopy’s shadow.

“The bartender said she went after women often.”

“I wouldn’t say she goes after them,” Tigress mused. “More that women tend to long for her. She’s not… monstrous, from what I’ve seen.”

“If she’s enchanting people to come to her castle, then I don’t think that’s something that anyone can abide,” Lioness said. “That seems monstrous to me - to lure others into their own deaths.”

Tigress frowned. The trail they followed seemed well-traveled, but narrow. They pushed past brush and over exposed roots, and beneath hanging vines.

“Are you one of those women?” Lioness asked at last. “Under her spell?”

“No,” Tigress replied. She walked in front of Lioness now, and the woman’s intoxicating aroma of warm earth enveloped the hunter.

“You know the path well,” the huntress said.

“Are you implying something?” she looked over her shoulder. Her piercing eyes made Lioness hesitate. The hunter looked down at her steps.

“I’ve heard of sunlight not hurting vampires of a certain caliber,” she started. “But I’ve not seen any fangs on you. I wonder…”

“We’re here,” Tigress cut in. Lioness looked up to see a small clearing. A creak weaved through the brush on the right, and in the middle, built out of stone with a well-kept wood porch, a small cottage spilled smoke from a chimney. The hunter stopped, blinking.

“This isn’t a castle,” she said. “Vampires live in--”

“Yes, well,” Tigress folded her arms, and looked the cottage over. “Perhaps your vampire doesn’t like castles, and much prefers cottages.”

The hunter frowned. Slowly, she put her hand on the hilt of her sword. “Tigress.”

“Do you know how I got that name?”

“I can’t let your killings continue.”

“I often hunt by surprise. From behind, when my target isn’t looking. And my appetite?” She locked eyes with Lioness, and when she spoke, whatever spell that kept her teeth hidden from view seemed to lift. Fangs glittered in the dim light. “As ravenous as any beast’s.”

Lioness slashed, closing the distance between them in a swift and practiced manner. She cut through the illusion of the vampire, leaving nothing but a gust of smoke. Her heart raced. She could hear it thundering in her ears. A hand trailed down her back and instinct faltered. A pleasurable chill caressed every nerve.

“Won’t you come inside?” Tigress whispered in her ear.

The hunter spun, staggering back as she gasped for air, trying to steady her nerves. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she focus? Why did she feel so…

Tigress stood by the open door of her home. Her cloak now discarded, she wore instead a deep caerulean button-up, with a pitch corset tied around her middle. Cleavage caught Lioness’ eyes and she found herself staring. Tigress smirked.

“Little hunter,” she hummed. “Do you see something you like?”

The huntress shook her head and grimaced. Never before had a vampire affected her like this - she had slain women vampires before, ones that tried every trick in the book to seduce her. Nothing worked. Nothing caused the hunter to stumble. But this woman, this time…

“Drop your stupid spell,” Lioness snapped. “Fight me honestly.”

“Oh, cute little huntress. There is no spell on you. Now come inside. There’s tea on.” Tigress turned and disappeared into the cottage. Lioness hesitated outside, in the clearing. She bit her lip. She sheathed her blade and pulled out a dagger instead, figuring the interior would be difficult to swing a larger blade in. She approached the cottage cautiously, before entering.

Tigress lingered in a kitchen on the far side of the abode, gathering cups that sat drying on the counter. She walked back into a seating room, where the fireplace burned hot with a kettle hanging over the crimson tongues. Carefully, she plucked it from its hook and poured the hot water into the cups gathered and set them on a side table between two chairs.

“There we are,” she chimed. “Now sit, Lioness.”

“I am not drinking anything you give me.”

“That’s quite rude,” Tigress purred. She saw the dagger in the hunter’s hand and sighed. “Truly, I don’t want to have to kill you. Why don’t you drop the blade?”

“No.”

“I am going to lose my patience in you, huntress. Drop the blade so we may converse as equals.”

“We are not equal.” With a tilt of her foot, Lioness fell into a stance and launched her blade at the Tigress. Startled, the vampire did not move out of the way quickly enough, and a long, red line cut across her perfect cheek. A stab of remorse dug into Lioness’ intestines. She tried to bury it, frustrated by whatever feeling kept digging fangs into her.

“Fine,” Tigress spat. “Then I will make you behave as a proper guest should.”

Tigress launched herself at Lioness, who scrambled to grab a second dagger from her hip as she backpedaled in the tight space. Claws slashed at the hunter’s chest, tearing the fabric and revealing a layer of hide armor concealed beneath. Panic captured Lioness’ mind, and she lacerated the air as Tigress retreated out of range. The vampire ducked and tackled Lioness’ legs out from under her, throwing them both to the ground. Lioness, however, found herself quite skilled on the ground, and she wrapped her legs around the woman’s waist, flung one arm around the vampire’s neck, and stabbed downwards with her free hand. The blade pierced the meat of Tigress’ shoulder, but the woman shifted, ensuring it did not remotely reach her heart, dragging the blade’s arch into the bone, then reaching up and snatching the hunter’s wrist. Lioness smashed her other fist into the vampire’s ribs, and with a howl of pain granting an opening, she shoved the attacker off her.

Lioness scrambled to her feet, the weapon in her right hand dripping with blood. Tigress stood, snarling. The two of them stared at one another, panting for breath.

“I’ve killed no women, you know,” Tigress rasped. “The rumors about me are greatly exaggerated. I’ve sent every hunter limping back home - wounded but alive.” She placed a hand against her injury, which began to slowly heal. “I’ve heard of you, you know. You’re not heartless. Surely you’ll speak to me instead of trying to take my head?”

Lioness lurched forward, stabbing for the chest. It made purchase, just before the illusion failed, and she found herself digging her blade into a wooden beam. She blinked. A weight pressed against her back and a hand wrapped around her throat with another around her middle. Tigress pressed her against the support, the hilt of the blade jabbing hard against the huntress’ shoulder.

“Oh, little vampire hunter,” Tigress purred in her ear. Shivers ran down each vertebrae of the hunter’s spine, and she tried to fight the warmth growing between her legs. “Maybe talking isn’t what you want. I can hear the way your heart races for me, you know. You can pretend it’s the thrill of the fight, but I can hear your pulse. I can hear it loud between your legs.”

Lioness’ eyes widened. She squirmed against Tigress’ hold, and went to reach for another blade with her free hand. The vampire grabbed her wrist and yanked it, pinning it to her back.

“Don’t reach for your weapon,” Tigress murmured, placing a soft, gentle kiss to the hunter’s cheek. “Don’t try to fight it. You know, I think I understand you now. You’re not here to kill me, huntress. And you’re not here to talk. Perhaps you’ve heard the other rumors about me. The rumors of what I do to the women who wander into my woods.” She ran a tongue along the hunter’s neck. “I think you came here to be devoured.”

Lioness squeezed her eyes shut against the rising desire. What was she doing? She had to fight back - she had to push the woman off her, to stop this madness, to break out from under her spell. Why was she hesitating? Why did this vampire have such an effect on Lioness’ mind?

“I can almost taste your want in the air,” Tigress breathed. “Oh, it burns for me. It’s intoxicating. It’s hard to resist you when you smell like this. I don’t normally feed on my hunters, but…” Fangs grazed the skin on Lioness’ neck. The hunter bit her lip. She tilted her head a little to the side. Tigress laughed, and the sound made the hunter want to melt. “Did you just offer your neck to me? My, it’s a miracle you’ve survived hunting vampires this long, you precious little slut. Or is this just for me? Am I the special vampire that’s been granted permission to take you? To make you mine?” Her hand on Lioness’ throat tightened, and the hunter couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. She felt the hand on her wrist loosen, and instead slide down her hips and rest just below her stomach. She longed for it to go further, to reach lower, to brush the tender space between her thighs.

“Say it, hunter,” Tigress demanded. “Say you want me to feed on you. Say you want my fangs in your throat.”

“Please,” Lioness whimpered. “Touch me and make me yours. Feed on me, Tigress. I… I want you to feed on me.”

Shame did not have time to grasp the hunter’s heart before a kiss pressed against her temple. “Good,” Tigress said, her voice desperate and labored with desire. “Good, kitten.”

Her fangs stabbed into the side of Lioness’ neck. A sharp pain rang through the hunter, and with it, a moment of panic and fear, before desire and want encapsulated her fully. Pleasure washed over every nerve and she leaned into her devourer, as the vampire grasped at her, hungry for more. Tigress moaned around mouthfuls of blood, swallowing all she could manage. Her hand reached down and rubbed against Lioness’ lower lips, making the hunter shudder and grasp the beam for support. She moaned along with the vampire, her eyes rolling, giving in to her basest desires. After a time, Tigress pulled away and ran a tongue across the bitemarks, letting her hand slow despite the hunter’s whines of protest.

“You taste sweeter than any wine,” Tigress rasped. “I could devour you for hours. But I think I shall go lower.” She reached for Lioness’ belt. “Undress. Now.”

Hurriedly, the hunter moved to comply, but found her hands drunken and heavy. Her vision blurred as if intoxicated. She swayed a little on her feet.

“Easy,” Tigress purred with a chuckle. “Are you a little drunk from the feeding? I might’ve taken too much. I hope you won’t blame me, kitten. You are delicious. Let me help you get these pants off, hm?” With careful hands, she undid Lioness’ belt, and slid the woman’s pants down. “Lay down. Good, yes, just like that.”

Lioness lowered herself onto the floor. The vampire knelt between her legs and kissed the woman’s calves.

“You’re already dripping,” Tigress said, snickering. A wicked smirk sat on her blood-stained lips. “I’ve never eaten out a hunter before. Is your kind always so eager to get fucked by those they’re sworn to slay?”

Lioness couldn’t find a suitable answer. Instead, she managed: “Please, Tigress. Please fuck me.”

Tigress laughed, the sound echoing through the stone cottage. She ran her tongue along the hunter’s tender lips in response, and Lioness moaned. The heat and warmth against the hunter’s anticipating nerves dragged the woman into a headspace she never experienced before. A buzz of thoughtfulness coiled around her mind, and she lifted her hips to the vampire. Down, again, the vampire went, her mouth welcomed by the hunter’s swollen pussy. Thick, slow movements built up pleasure, until Lioness reached down and grabbed the vampire’s golden hair and tugged her closer. Desiring wails forced all breath from her lungs, and she struggled to breathe as the vampire’s movements quickened and deepened.

“Fuck,” Tigress growled. “Every part of you tastes so good. Cum for me, kitten. I want you to coat my tongue.”

Lioness found her body moving without her control, rocking into Tigress’ mouth with increasing hunger. She pushed the vampire’s head closer. And the vampire’s tongue plunged deep, entering her. The hunter’s eyes snapped open, and her back arched as an orgasm took her by surprise, shattering any sense of pride or fear or taboo in her mind. She came hard, screaming out the vampire’s name. Once the aftershocks faded, the vampire pulled back the slightest bit, licking her lips. She looked up at the hunter, who lay flushed and thirsty for more. Tigress grinned.

“Good,” she hummed. “Good. Catch your breath, hunter. I’m not done with you yet.”

The hunter spread her legs a little more in response. “I’m yours,” she murmured. “I’m yours.”

“Oh, I know, little hunter.” The vampire rested one hand on the woman’s hip, and slid a finger into the whimpering Lioness. “But I think I ought to get you back for stabbing me, don’t you?”

“I didn’t… you don’t…”

Tigress reached up and placed a firm hand over the woman’s mouth. “Shh,” she growled. She pressed another finger into Lioness, who grabbed at Tigress, her eyes rolling upwards once more. Tigress smirked.

“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered, rocking in and out. Lioness’ cunt eagerly welcomed the woman’s touch, and as she increased the pace, the melody of the hunter’s wet folds accompanied the muffled cries of pleasure. Lioness squirmed. She reached for Tigress’ wet hand and gripped the woman’s wrist, stopping her. She unfolded more of Tigress’ fingers, and guided them to her entrance. Tigress moved her hand from the woman’s mouth and rested it against the hunter’s throat.

“You sweet little whore,” she said. “You want more, don’t you?” Lioness nodded. The vampire flashed her blood-stained teeth. “Then I’ll fuck you senseless.”

Before the huntress had a chance to respond, four fingers thrust as deep as the vampire could manage. Her pussy ached in a pleasant, hungry way, and she pressed against her partner’s hand, bringing the vampire even deeper. Tigress’ fingers brushed against a spot that made Lioness’ back arch and made her beg.

“Please,” Lioness rasped. “Fuck - please, Tigress, hard and fast. I’m begging you.”

“I do like when my morsels beg,” Tigress breathed. She pulled her hand back, almost exiting Lioness, who grabbed at the woman’s arm and attempted to keep her from doing so. Then, with as much force as Tigress dared, she thrust back in. Lioness shuddered and let her arms fall to her sides. Again, the Tigress penetrated hard and fast, her pace increasing as Lioness encouraged her with moans of pleasure. Lioness cracked an eye to watch the vampire, whose eyes were already on the woman’s face. A slow, smug smirk crossed the crimson lips of the ravenous beast, who leaned down and bit Lioness’ side. Fangs punctured skin, and Lioness gripped Tigress’ hair, pushing her down, insisting she continue to feed. Lioness watched the way the woman’s muscles moved as she fucked her, the way her shoulders swelled, her back bulged. The sounds that filled the air and the smell of sweat that began to envelope the air.

“Good,” Tigress purred. She ran her hot tongue along the blood oozing from Lioness’ stomach wound. “Cum for me, kitten. I know you want to. Let me feel you against my hand.”

The orgasm began to swell at the base of the hunter’s spine. Her eyes locked with that of her quarry, and the vampire’s eyes shone with pride and lust. She leaned over Lioness.

“Cum, kitten,” she murmured.

Lioness whimpered, close to her high, close to that edge she could feel steadily shrinking. But she did not plunge, she did not yet fall over into the chasm of ecstasy. Tigress pinned the woman by her neck, the vampire’s strong hand pressing against the throbbing veins of Lioness’ larynx.

“I said: cum for me, kitten,” Tigress snarled.

The bubble burst and Lioness plummeted. She screamed, swollen with Tigress inside, cum spilling out against the vampire’s fingers, drooling down to stain the ground below. Lioness’ mind shut down, leaving her with nothing by hunger. With perhaps only a second or two spent recovering, she grasped Tigress’, and yanked the woman into a passionate kiss. She tasted her own blood on the lady’s lips. She tasted a hint of her own intimate flavor on the vampire’s tongue. And when they pulled away for a breath, it was Lioness who managed to find words first.

“More,” she said. “I want more.”