Aria I - Hunter

"He's coming", she squeaked as she fluttered past.
Aria looks up from where she lay curled on the floor between two rusty barrels, eyes wide as she watched the sprite race down the decrepit hall.
"Are you sure", Aria shouted after her. The only answer was the faint sound of little wings fading away.
Dragging herself to her feet and recovering her worn sword, Aria sighed and trudged after the little sprite. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, grudgingly dragging one foot in front of the other. The hall was very dark and cluttered with debris, as was most of this abandonded city. Making her way through the maze by instinct more than sight she caught up to the nervous pixie.

Standing no more than six inches tall to her head, the tiny fay girl sported long dark red hair that complemented her bright red eyes. Her body was slender in an obviously feminine way, and her body language hinted at a rather naughty mind. The tiny leather clad Imp peered back over Aria's shoulder, sniffing the air.
"He's close", she said looking into Aria's green eyes.
Aria simply nodded as she looked around, getting her bearings. Some things were faintly familiar, but these places all looked the same. Hundreds of years of disuse and neglect hand turned the city into a rotting trap for the unwary. Friends had been lost simply falling through weak floors, never to be seen again.

A growing cacophony of sound drew her attention back the way they had come. Something was coming. Fast. She steeled herself to stand still under the growing onslaught of sound. Running would just make her tired and easy prey. Here was as good a place as any to make a stand, he already had her scent.

The walls shook as he thundered from the gloom into the half light. With a squeal the pixie shot down the hallway as he skidded to a halt before her, his hooves scraping against the concrete floor. She looked up at him, her petite five foot six frame dwarfed by his nine foot height. His huge wings blotted out what little light there was, making it hard to see his equine face clearly. But his glowing blue eyes were clear enough, and they were fixed on her.

"Submit, girl", he said simply, the deep bass of his voice echoing strangely.
Aria screwed her face up into her best impish grin, "No", she replied.
He didn't move for a moment, just gazed at her with the piercing blue eyes and blinked slowly.
"I have sent others for you, where are they?"
Aria shrugged, "How would I know, they're your minions. Can't you keep track of them?"
The movement was so quick that in the dark she almost missed it. A bare fraction of a second longer and her story would be over. She dived to her left as the whip cleaved the air where she had been a moment before, cracking like thunder. Rolling back to her feet she ran down the intersecting hallway at full speed, lithe body springing her over obstacles in her path. He was close behind. The narrow tunnel gave her the advantage until finally she burst through a set of doors and into a huge open warehouse that stood almost completely empty but for some equipment near the center. Gasping for breath she sprinted to the middle, almost making it before the whip caught her ankle and brought her down.

She rolled onto her back as he stood over her. Warm blood from her split lip seeped into her mouth, her sword had fallen somewhere out of reach. Now she could see him clearly, a magnificent creature. Shaped like a man, but with the legs of a horse and a long equine face. His torso was thick and muscled, and his long black wings burst out of the back. Aria had seen lesser ones before, but this one was beautiful in his strength. And cruelty.

Without speaking he reached down and grasped her in a clawed hand and easily lifted her into the air. He carried her to the center of the machinery that surrounded them, where a single solitary chain hung from the ceiling far above. His wings curled around to lift her as he bound her wrists to the chain. Her feet dangled above the floor as she slowly rocked back and forth. Grinning wickedly he stepped back and raised his whip.

The first blow hurt the most as it hit her side and split her leather top. Each strike was carefully placed to tear her clothing from her body. He paused considering her exposed form. Moving closer he examined her small scarred breasts, snorting a little laugh as her nipples crinkled up under his touch. Taking the handle of the whip, he rubbed it on her smooth shaved cunt. He lifted it to his nose, enjoying the scent of her juices that now coated the leather.

Crouching down he licked at her wet slit with his fat, rough tongue. Never one to deny herself pleasure, Aria spread her legs and enjoyed the feeling of the hot dexterous tongue exploring her. The leathery texture gave her waves of painful delight as it scraped across her most sensitive places. She moaned and spread her legs wider, trying to push back against him. Pressing the fat knob at the end of the whip handle against her lips, he pinched her clit between his thick dry lips.

Her first orgasm came as he thrust the handle into her sex, the feeling of her lips stretching around it's smooth surface as his rough tongue licked her triggered a wave of release through her body, the first what seemed like an eternity, but was really only a matter of days. Aria needed sex, far more than most.

He hooked his claw into her nipple, piercing it right through the center and pulling at it. The excruciating pain of it made her scream out and arch her back, the chains digging into her wrists. As he pulled and twisted the nipple, he pumped the long handle into her cunt in short ferocious strokes. Her body fed on the pain, her  pussy dripping as she climaxed. Writhing in her bonds, helpless before this massive creature, her body spasmed in a long hard orgasm. If it was going to be her last, she was going to enjoy it. As the feeling faded, she was left in a state of calm, a low warm buzzing in the back of her mind.

The beast stepped back and admired his handiwork, the girl hanging limply in the air, whip still buried deep in her slit. She looked up at him, her eyes cold and hard.
"Still some life left in you girl?", he asked with a sneer, "That's good because I'm not done with you."
"That's too bad, beast, because I am done with you.", she said as she dropped lightly to the floor in a crouch.
"A neat trick little one, but it will not help you here. I will be taking my pleasure of you."
She smiled wickedly as she nodded her head to the unnoticed pixie sitting astride the machinery twenty feet away, "The only thing you will be, is dead."
The moment she got the signal from Aria, the pixie activated the old forging press. The two sides of it slammed into him in a fraction of a second, crushing him flat with a massive boom that rang in their ears for minutes after. Aria reached down and slid the whip free, curling it up and putting it in a bag she had tucked away under the machine.
"I bet whoever made this thing wouldn't believe what we are using it for", Aria said smiling at her companion.
"I don't care, I'm hooornny Aria!"
Casting one look back at the oozing mess pulverized in the press, she threw her bag over one shoulder as Pixie settled on the other.
"You're always horny Pixie, that's why we get along."
"He was very pretty", she sighed as she sat on Aria's shoulder and rubbed herself.
"Yes he was, but most Angels are."

The end...