Mounted

The huntress grinded her hips against Jonathan's cock, her lean, muscular form pinning him to the forest floor. He struggled futilely against her strength and reluctantly his rod stiffened against her crotch. Having beautiful and exotic women longing for his dick was starting to become a familiar situation for Jonathan. Had someone told him a few days earlier that he would be having sex with three such women in the span of as many days, Jonathan would have would have asked what kind deodorant they were trying to sell him. However, this particular woman was very different to anyone Jonathan had been with before. She was aggressive, primal, and completely overpowering.

The woman pulled down Jonathan's pants and inserted his member into her already moistened folds. Jonathan felt the wild woman tighten around him as she held back his bound arms with one hand. She maintained eye contact with him, asserting her dominance over him as she used his cock for her pleasure. The woman bit her lower lip as she felt Jonathan's manhood push deeper into her depths with each roll of her hips. He felt amazing, better than the huntress had expected from his fragile, lanky frame. She couldn't help but be intoxicated with passion. Desperately, she pulled off the furs covering her breasts and bore them down on Jonathan. She needed to let her skin breathe and to feel the touch of the man she had captured.

The huntress pulled her prey's hands to her breasts and kneaded them against her skin. Every touch increased her excitement. Jonathan could do nothing but submit to the wild woman's rough affections. He might as well enjoy his current predicament while it lasted, his powers would knock her out eventually. He felt her soft mounds in his hands and lightly pinched her erect nipples. Jonathan could have sworn that his captor was purring as his touch, he felt a subtle rumble spread all over her body. The huntress let out a moan as she quaked with ecstasy. Her hands let go of Jonathan as she hurriedly removed his shirt and unbound his hands. The wild woman needed them free to explore her body. Her eyes went wide and reflected in the moonlight. The mark on Jonathan's chest, it was the same mark of her former chieftain. It couldn't be, was this wisp of a man the new protector the forest had chosen? She had seen similar marking on trespassers before but this one was identical, there was no mistaking it. Perhaps that was why she felt this unnatural desire for him during their battle. She was overwhelmed with the need to take him deep inside of her. She raked her hands down Jonathan's chest then pressed her breasts up against him.

"Aloem, mashsi." the huntresses whispered to Jonathan in a raspy, breathless voice. The words, native to her tribe, were considered welcoming. A welcome reserved for the initiation of new members into her family. If this was the one that the forest had chosen, she would not fight against its will.

"Uh, gazuntite." Jonathan replied.

The huntress ignored Jonathan's words as she playfully bit down on his neck. The bite was not hard enough to draw blood but it left a mark, a mark to show others that he was now hers. It didn't take long before she felt the satisfaction of Jonathan's cum flowing inside of her. Her senses overloaded as her whole body started tingling. Then suddenly and without warning, she passed out.

Jonathan rolled out from under the half-naked woman who had just used his cock like a merry-go-round. He would be lying if he said his pride wasn't a little hurt. He didn't consider himself to be a particularly strong person, but he didn't expect to be so easily overpowered by a woman around the same size as him. After picking himself up off the ground, Jonathan went to check on Saikhi. The last he had seen of her, she was completely bound by the wild woman's bolas. When Jonathan found Saikhi she was still trying to wiggle herself free of her bonds. Jonathan moved over to free her.

"Conievo" Jonathan purposefully chanted as he took Saikhi by the hand, lifting her up off the ground.

"Are you alright master?" Saikhi said worriedly. "I saw what she did to you, I couldn't get free to stop her."

"I'll be fine. Are you alright?" Jonathan asked as he retrieved a long length of rope from a pouch on Stew's back, the cren had slept right through the whole ordeal. Saikhi nodded, she was unharmed besides a few scrapes that she obtained when she fell to the ground. Jonathan walked over to the now passed-out attacker; she looked human enough, but something was off about her appearance. She was much more catlike than a regular human but not in an obvious way. No cat-like ears or whiskers, it was just something about her face and shape of her, and he was certain he felt her purr earlier.

"I think she is a heldra, a forestfolk." Saikhi chimed in, having sensed her master's confusion. "They look similar to humans but those markings on her skin grow and change with age. I am guessing you don't have them in Gotham?"

"Nope, just Catwoman." Jonathan said as he inspected the line-work on her skin, it was a weaving tapestry of sharp, almost floral patterns.

"Cat-woman?" Saikhi tilted her head puzzled.

"Never mind." Jonathan was beginning to regret the name he chose for his made-up homeland. He couldn't help himself from making references that were completely lost on Saikhi. He made a mental note to never tell Lily about it, he could only imagine the crap she would give him.

Jonathan tightly bound his former attacker, wrapping rope around her hands and feet. He was pretty sure that the scouts didn't expect him to use his training to do that kind of thing but, hey, 'always be prepared'.

'What the hell am I going to do with her now?' Jonathan thought to himself. He couldn't just let this dangerous woman go. If he did, she may just come back later for revenge. On the other hand, it would be a pain to take her with them. They still had three more days' worth of travel through this colossal forest and Jonathan doubted he could keep her tied up for very long. Leaving her here might be the only good option but there was something about that which didn't sit right with him. There was no telling what could happen to the woman if he left her tied up and defenceless in these parts. His adrenaline was starting to wear off and he was too tired to think about all of this right now. It was a job for morning Jonathan to deal with. 

Saikhi and Jonathan alternated between watching their new prisoner and resting. It would have been quite troublesome had she escaped during the night, getting a little less sleep was preferable to awaking captured, or dead. It wasn't until the next morning that the huntress regained consciousness.

"Hey there, you're finally awake." Jonathan maintained a friendly tone. He did his best to stifle his amusement at the meme he had just referenced. "I'm Jonn" He pointed to himself. "This is Saikhi, and you are?"

The woman looked around, trying to regain her bearings. She had no idea how she had lost consciousness. She had them both right where she wanted before ecstasy overcame her and everything faded to black. An orgasm had never knocked her out before, somehow that Saikhi girl must have gotten free, snuck up behind her and hit her on the head with something hard. Whatever the case, she was bested and at their mercy.

"Talitha." Jonathan hoped that this was her name and not some sort of foreign swear word.

"Why did you attack us?" Jonathan needed to find out what kind of threat the woman posed.

"I thought you were trespassing, the forest demanded sacrifice." Talitha said with an unexpected acuity of language. From her appearance, Jonathan expected her to sound more savage.

"You were going to sacrifice us?" Jonathan was not encouraged by her answer.

"No, just some of the supplies you carry. I expected both of you to be asleep." She continued. Jonathan relaxed, at least she wasn't trying to kill them.

"So, if we give you a sacrifice and set you free, will you leave us alone?" Jonathan asked, he didn't like the idea of parting with any more of his goods, but he wanted to avoid further confrontation.

"No." Talitha's reply surprised Jonathan.

"Why not?"

Talitha's fixated her gaze towards Jonathan's chest. "You are the one the forest chose to be its new protector. The markings on your chest prove it. You will topple the enemies of the forest and keep it from harm." Talitha said stoically. Jonathan had no idea what she was on about. "Last night, I welcomed you into my tribe and today I recognize you as my chieftain."

"You have got to be kidding me." Were the only words that Jonathan could muster. First Saikhi servitude and now this. Would every woman he ran into dedicate their undying service to him?

"I assure you, I'm not kidding. I will follow where my chieftain takes me as your path will lead to the restoration of the forest." Talitha's words were full of zeal.

"Look, I am going to release you, as long as you promise not to try and hurt us again. But, and let me be clear, I am not some kind of chosen one. I'm just some guy who has been having a really bad couple of days." Jonathan was having none it. There was enough on his plate being a wanted outlaw sorcerer, he wasn't going to add forestfolk messiah to his list of complications.

"Of course, I will not attack either of you, you are my family now. Even if you don't see it, in time you will. I'm certain."

A zealous barbarian and a servant librarian, this was getting out of hand.