The Butterfly Woman's keen ears sensed a subtle whistling, approaching rapidly through the wind. The Beastman's snarling passion came to a halt as he thrusted deeply, involuntarily, into her loins. The cry, the hideous howl, it would be his last. A spray of blood shot forth from his fur-covered throat as the arrow found, and passed entirely through, its mark. A second found its mark and buried itself in the backside of the Beastman's cranium, silencing him eternally. His grip, which had been immobilizing the Butterfly woman's limbs, was no longer. His tense muscles loosened in defeat and the Butterfly woman was free of his grasp. His organ, still engorged, slumbered within her canal as he toppled atop her, a lifeless heap. Footsteps approached from the East, twigs and leaves yielding 'neath heavy boot. The same boot came, with mighty pushing force, against the side of the Beastman's hide, removing him from both top and inside of the Butterfly woman. Grateful though she felt, the Butterfly woman also remained fearful and refused to yet grace the newcomer with her trust. Also, she felt some frustration, as the friction in her innards had been prematurely put to rest. Stared she up at the newcomer, lower lip trembling gently, eyes filled with several indiscernable emotions.
Narfael Hyreau, Champion of Underbrush stared back at the strange woman with fascination. Butterflies had been flocking to the woman and finding rest on her porcelain nudity since the beast had been removed from atop her. Already, a fair gathering had formed, somewhat censoring her glorious naked form. Her beauty was unmatched, though also mysterious, almost alien. Her grace was apparent even in her immobile state. He had been hesitating, waiting for her to speak first, but no words were forthcoming from her juicy, trembling lips. He stared at her, and she at him, each silently anticipating the other's next move. |