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A render for 's Catch and Release - Part 12The Sapphire Wolf territory is on the eastern side of the island. The jungle foliage here is less pronounced. Instead of creepers and wild blossoms with a choking undergrowth of tangled plants and bushes, there is a much more open environment. Tall, thick tree trunks dot the landscape, towering high into the sky and spreading a leafy canopy far above that gives a green and gold tint to everything underneath. The ground here is covered with brittle leaves, broken branches, and the occasional bush, fallen tree trunk and broken stump. There are patches of wild mushrooms, bushes filled with bright red berries and even some squirrel-like creatures that dart up tree trunks as I pass. The air feels less oppressive here. It is still muggy like the rest of the island, but there is a surprising coolness to this shady area of the island. I creep along, staying low and hugging the shadows as usual and making use of every bit of cover I can find. This island is intoxicating. If I could I would stay here the rest of my life. It is like I’m a whole different person while I’m here, a somehow more primitive yet powerful version of myself. It is both strangely thrilling and frightening all at the same time. With each step I take I can feel a desperate fire that rages inside of me. I regret more and more now that I didn’t just sate my bestial desires with Titsy while I had the chance. The burning lust is almost like a flame that gets hotter and hotter the less it is fed. I need a woman. A week ago that would have been a laughable notion. Here, on this mystical island, it is the only thing that seems to make any kind of sense.I move through the sparse undergrowth, slipping almost silently over a fallen tree and dodging behind a prickly bush. I have grown confident moving on this island, as if I have been here all my life. I seem to leave no trace of passage, not a wrong footfall or snapped twig, not a rustling branch or shaking leaf. I am silent like a ghost.I’m also starting to get more than a little cocky. In fairness to me, this is the start of the fourth day I’ve been on this island and so far I’ve had little to no trouble. I’ve successfully hidden from predators both animal and human. I’ve moved unnoticed through different tribal areas, capturing and subduing half-naked women as I please. Every breath of island air makes me feel as if I can do the impossible, and so far I have.That’s why it takes me a few seconds longer than it should to realize that something is wrong.It’s the birds. Or more accurately, it’s the lack of birds. I don’t notice it right away, but the echoing silence grows on me and makes me hesitate and then duck down by a shattered tree trunk. I listen carefully. There are some calls, some twitters, but these are far off, echoing through the tree trunks and leafy branches. Where I currently am, the forest is disturbingly quiet.There is something or someone nearby. I take a deep, cleansing breath, my body tensed for action. I listen, hearing every creaking tree branch, every rustling leaf, every buzzing insect.There is movement in front of me and to my right. It’s not much, hardly any sound at all, but my senses feel strangely heightened on this island. Normally I would never notice such little things, but now they seem as loud and obvious as cracks of thunder during a storm.A soft leather boot steps carefully onto a few leaves. A bush rustles, ever so slightly. There is a sudden, indrawn breath. The soft strum of an arrow being fitted to a bowstring.I’m being hunted. Ever so slowly, staying as still and silent as I can, I remove the dart gun from where it’s tucked into the belt at my side. The darts are powerful, enough to take down a jungle girl if I manage to hit her. Still, the weapon is single-shot, which means I have to reload each time I fire. And there are three women surrounding me. I can even smell them now, the faint whiff of leather, fur, and the sweet scent of their young bodies coming to my nose as if I am a wolf detecting its prey. There’s one directly in front of me, and two more to my right. I bring up the dart gun and wait, hardly daring to move. A lazy movement to my right causes me to flick my gaze in that direction. Something moves, concealed in the undergrowth. I ready the dart gun, holding my breath.Like a ripple forming suddenly in a stream, a young woman slips almost silently out from behind a bush. Long dark brown hair is pulled back behind her head in a pony tail. Sharp blue eyes flicker as she watches for danger. She wears leather, fur-lined boots on her feet, and a leather mini-skirt cut high on her legs. A rough leather corset barely covers her ample breasts. Patches of silver fur adorn her belt and neck. Her pretty face is spotted with ritual face paint.She also holds a bow with an arrow already on the string. The moment she sees me she’ll undoubtedly let it fly.I can’t let her do that. I take a breath, willing calm over my body. I have to move fast and accurately. With three women against me the odds are not great.The Sapphire Wolf takes another cautious step forward. She glances away to her left. Smoothly, almost nonchalantly, I lift the dart gun and fire. The girl reacts immediately to my movement. She whirls and lifts her bow, bending back the string.The powerful tranquilizer dart smacks into her side, just below her left breast. The Sapphire Wolf stumbles, the arrow dropping uselessly from her bow. She looks down at the dart protruding from her side in surprise, and then her eyes flutter and cross. She collapses into a limp heap on the forest floor, her eyes closed and her mouth half-open. I am already moving. I dash from cover, reloading the dart gun as I go. I dodge around a bush, then dive for a fallen tree.An arrow zings through the air behind me and skitters off a nearby tree trunk. There is a shout, then the sound of breaking branches. No more subtlety now.I slide against the rough bark of the fallen tree, slapping the new dart into the gun’s chamber. Another arrow skims across the top of the log, barely missing my head by a few inches. I duck down with a curse and slam the breech shut on the dart gun.Twigs snap and leaves crinkle to my left, just out of sight behind the log. A call almost like a twittering bird comes to my right. They’re trying to flank me. I get on my belly and crawl through leaves, dirt, and stinging nettles towards the end of the tree. I spit a bug out of my mouth and grip the dart gun tightly in my hand.Another arrow soars over the log, lost somewhere in the brush behind me. There is a sharp sound of crackling leaves from the other side of the log. I check that the dart gun is ready to fire, then I roll out from behind the log and raise the weapon.One of the Sapphire Wolves is just in front of me, a shapely girl dressed like the first but with gray eyes and short, caramel brown hair. Blue face paint streaks her face. She notices me and swings her bow in my direction.She’s too slow. My dart gun has already coughed and the tranquilizer dart slaps into the girl’s sweetly rounded breast. The Sapphire Wolf tries to draw her bow but her hands and arms seem to suddenly lose their strength. Her long legs start to buckle just as her eyes roll back into her head. The next second she’s lying face-first on the ground, limp and unconscious. And to think, Veronica wanted me to use a blowgun instead of this marvelous weapon. I’d be dead right now if not for this dart gun. I duck back behind the log and reach for another dart. That’s when I see her. The third Sapphire Wolf vaults over the fallen log, landing deftly on her booted feet. She is dressed like her companions, decked out with fur and leather. Like them she also has face paint, a dark line under eyes and two lines on her pink lips. Her blue eyes glare at me and her thick golden hair is tousled from moving through the bush, a couple strands shaken loose from her ponytail. Her young body is toned and athletic, with slightly rounded hips and apple-shaped breasts. The definite outline of muscles is clear under her satin skin, especially in her powerful thighs and calves. She’s also holding a spear.The Sapphire Wolf stabs at me, the pointed end of her spear glinting in the dappled sunlight as she thrusts it towards my chest. I jerk back, fumbling with the dart and the unloaded gun. Muffling a curse, I shove the tranquilizer dart into the chamber. The Sapphire Wolf lunges at me again. This time she swings her spear at me with a sharp movement. The end of the spear collides with the partially-loaded gun in my hand. The weapon is sent flying into the bushes.Well crap.The Sapphire Wolf lowers the spear and prepares for another attack. I back up and grab the rag and flask of solona oil out of my satchel in desperation. I wrench the top of the flask off and shake the reeking contents over the cloth hurriedly.The Sapphire Wolf raises an eyebrow at me, her blue eyes never leaving me. Even now, with death staring me in the face, I can’t help but notice how beautiful she is. She has a body that any athlete would be envious of, but with a figure that still preserves sweetly rounded curves in her hips, buttocks, and breasts. And those fierce blue eyes and honey blond hair…She’s definitely a looker. It’s just too bad that she’s trying to kill me.She comes at me again, stabbing her spear at my stomach. I dodge, the sharp spearhead barely missing me. It slashes the side of the log, peeling off some of the bark.The Sapphire Wolf recovers instantly. She pulls her spear back and then jabs it at my face. I weave to one side, the spear thrusting within inches of my neck. I bat the shaft of the weapon aside with my left arm, then rush at the girl. My thinking is to get inside the girl’s defenses, then tackle her and clamp the soaked cloth in my hand over her pretty face and send her off to join her friends in dreamland. Unfortunately, my feisty blond warrior isn’t going down that easily. She turns her body as I rush her and swings her free elbow at my face.I dodge again with a stifled curse and make a grab for her, the cloth still in my hand.The Sapphire Wolf drops the spear entirely and cuffs me hard with her fist across the side of my face.I stagger to one side, momentarily seeing stars in my vision. That was a solid hit. This girl has a lot of fight to her. I turn, rubbing a hand over my bruised face.The Sapphire Wolf draws a long dagger from her belt. With a determined look on her face she rushes at me, the dagger held high. I sidestep, and my left hand snatches her raised wrist that holds the dagger. The Sapphire Wolf snarls, spits and growls. She twists and lashes out at me with her other hand.I flinch as her hand slaps hard over my face, but push forward and entwine my leg around hers, still keeping a firm hold on her dagger hand. We’re locked together now, sweating and panting face-to-face as we lurch and sway together, out limbs intertwined. I try to get the soaked cloth over her face but she twists out of the way, kicking her booted foot repeatedly against my calf. I am definitely not coming away from this without some decent bruises. That’s assuming, of course, that this feisty warrior doesn’t stab me through the heart with that dagger clenched in her hand. I’m barely keeping it away from me right now as it is. The warrior girl twists left and tries to knee me between the legs. I push her back and turn at just the last second to take the blow against my leg. The sudden movement causes us both to topple and then fall to the ground. We wrestle, a confused blizzard of arms, hands, kicking legs and flying leaves. It would be sensual if it wasn’t so life and death. We roll over once, still clasped against each other with neither of us able to gain an advantage.Somewhere in the fighting the Sapphire Wolf’s corset has come unlaced and one of her firm ripe breasts is exposed. I get tantalizing glimpses of it as we struggle, jiggling and bouncing with the pink nipple erect and jutting. I manage to twist the girl’s wrist roughly and she drops the dagger with a cry of pain. I have a momentary flash of triumph until I realize that I no longer have the cloth in my own hand. And then suddenly the Sapphire Wolf is kneeing me in the stomach and trying to roll on top of me and I forget about the dagger and the cloth.For several agonizingly long seconds we disturb the quiet of the forest with out tangled, sweaty combat, until suddenly and without even realizing exactly how I find myself on top of the sexy young woman, twisting one of her arms behind her back while pinning her face down on the forest floor. She snarls and curses, writhing and wriggling underneath me like a snake trying to get free. I keep my hold on her, twisting her arm until she yelps in pain. I keep my body firmly on top of hers, trapping her underneath me with my superior weight. Now that I have the upper hand, I can’t help but notice that I have a stiff erection which is pressing hard into the warrior’s girl’s squirming buttocks. The old desire is quickly rising in me again.And then, like the flipping of a light switch, the girl underneath me stops struggling. She lies still, her soft warm body pinned under mine, her breath panting and ragged. I’m panting quite a bit myself. I keep a good hold on her arm I have twisted behind her back, then lean down and speak quietly into her ear. “You finished?”“You bastard,” the Sapphire Wolf growls. She looks up at me with a wild and desperate gaze. “Let me go right now or I’ll—”“You’ll what?” I say with a soft chuckle. “You seem pretty well trapped, sweetheart.”The girl gives a sudden twist, trying to throw me off her. Her muscles strain and flex under her sleek skin, but I keep my hold and my pin on her easily. She gives up the attempt, relaxing under me again and panting from the exertion.“What’s your name?” I ask, almost as if the two of us had just met in a coffee shop somewhere.The girl glares at me for a long moment from the corner of her eye. “Sable.”I nod. “Alright, Sable, here’s the deal. I’m going to give you something to make you go to sleep and then I’m going to take you with me. Your two friends I leave behind. All three of you get to take a nice long nap.”Sable turns her head slightly. I can see she’s looking at her companions, both of whom are still slumped unconscious on the ground. “What…what do you intend to do with us?” she says quietly.I shift my weight on the trapped girl, enjoying the way I rub against her round buttocks. “It’s simple. Your two friends wake up in a couple of hours with headaches but nothing else. And you, you’ll wake up in the forest tomorrow, but with no memory of me, or this conversation, or anything that’s just happened.”Sable exhales, blowing a few leaves away. She wriggles her behind, feeling my firm ramrod pressed against her. “You…you promise not to hurt my comrades?”“I promise.”Sable’s body relaxes even more underneath me as she realizes she is defeated. “Are you going to use your magic arrows on me too?”I smile, then reach over with my free hand and snatch the solona-soaked cloth off the ground from where it has fallen a couple feet away. “Nothing like that. You just breathe into this rag and you’ll fall fast asleep. It won’t hurt at all, I promise.”Sable twists her head around and stares at me with her blue eyes. “When I find you again I’ll gut you.”“Sable, when you wake up you won’t even remember me at all.” I place the rag gently over her face and push my body hard against hers to keep her in place. I’m suddenly very aware of just how warm and soft and lovely she feels pinned underneath me like this, with the sweet fragrance of her hair in my nostrils and the feel of her bare skin sliding against mine. “There we are. Deep breaths now.”Sable gives a confused grunt. She tries to turn her head away from the strong smell of the solona oil, but I put my weight on her so that she can’t twist away. “In and out. Just breathe and let yourself go. You’re feeling heavy, so heavy. Your eyes are closing, Sable.”Sable gives a shudder underneath me. She gives a confused whimper, but she continues to breathe into the soaked cloth. Her pupils become slowly dilated and her eyelids droop. Her body, firm and athletic, begins to soften beneath me like a stick of warm butter. “Shhh, that’s right, it’s okay,” I whisper into Sable’s ear. I kiss her on the nape of her neck, enjoying the sweet taste of her soft skin. “Go to sleep. That’s it.”Sable moans softly. Her eyelids slide slowly shut, her nose crinkled under the cloth and her eyes crossed. She is warm and relaxed underneath me. No more fighting spirit. Just a warm, drowsy surrender.“Time for night night,” I whisper. I kiss her shoulders and even her cheek, and can’t help grinding myself gently but firmly against her.Sable is so far gone she doesn’t seem to notice or care. Her eyes are almost shut now and her body is complete dead weight. With one last defeated sigh her eyes gently close and her head falls limply against the ground.I keep the cloth over her face for another few seconds, but it’s clear that my feisty Sapphire Wolf is finally getting some much needed beauty sleep. She’s out.

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A render for 's Catch and Release - Part 12The Sapphire Wolf territory is on the eastern side of the island. The jungle foliage here is less pronounced. Instead of creepers and wild blossoms with a choking undergrowth of tangled plants and bushes, there is a much more open environment. Tall, thick tree trunks dot the landscape, towering high into the sky and spreading a leafy canopy far above that gives a green and gold tint to everything underneath. The ground here is covered with brittle leaves, broken branches, and the occasional bush, fallen tree trunk and broken stump. There are patches of wild mushrooms, bushes filled with bright red berries and even some squirrel-like creatures that dart up tree trunks as I pass. The air feels less oppressive here. It is still muggy like the rest of the island, but there is a surprising coolness to this shady area of the island. I creep along, staying low and hugging the shadows as usual and making use of every bit of cover I can find. This island is intoxicating. If I could I would stay here the rest of my life. It is like I’m a whole different person while I’m here, a somehow more primitive yet powerful version of myself. It is both strangely thrilling and frightening all at the same time. With each step I take I can feel a desperate fire that rages inside of me. I regret more and more now that I didn’t just sate my bestial desires with Titsy while I had the chance. The burning lust is almost like a flame that gets hotter and hotter the less it is fed. I need a woman. A week ago that would have been a laughable notion. Here, on this mystical island, it is the only thing that seems to make any kind of sense.I move through the sparse undergrowth, slipping almost silently over a fallen tree and dodging behind a prickly bush. I have grown confident moving on this island, as if I have been here all my life. I seem to leave no trace of passage, not a wrong footfall or snapped twig, not a rustling branch or shaking leaf. I am silent like a ghost.I’m also starting to get more than a little cocky. In fairness to me, this is the start of the fourth day I’ve been on this island and so far I’ve had little to no trouble. I’ve successfully hidden from predators both animal and human. I’ve moved unnoticed through different tribal areas, capturing and subduing half-naked women as I please. Every breath of island air makes me feel as if I can do the impossible, and so far I have.That’s why it takes me a few seconds longer than it should to realize that something is wrong.It’s the birds. Or more accurately, it’s the lack of birds. I don’t notice it right away, but the echoing silence grows on me and makes me hesitate and then duck down by a shattered tree trunk. I listen carefully. There are some calls, some twitters, but these are far off, echoing through the tree trunks and leafy branches. Where I currently am, the forest is disturbingly quiet.There is something or someone nearby. I take a deep, cleansing breath, my body tensed for action. I listen, hearing every creaking tree branch, every rustling leaf, every buzzing insect.There is movement in front of me and to my right. It’s not much, hardly any sound at all, but my senses feel strangely heightened on this island. Normally I would never notice such little things, but now they seem as loud and obvious as cracks of thunder during a storm.A soft leather boot steps carefully onto a few leaves. A bush rustles, ever so slightly. There is a sudden, indrawn breath. The soft strum of an arrow being fitted to a bowstring.I’m being hunted. Ever so slowly, staying as still and silent as I can, I remove the dart gun from where it’s tucked into the belt at my side. The darts are powerful, enough to take down a jungle girl if I manage to hit her. Still, the weapon is single-shot, which means I have to reload each time I fire. And there are three women surrounding me. I can even smell them now, the faint whiff of leather, fur, and the sweet scent of their young bodies coming to my nose as if I am a wolf detecting its prey. There’s one directly in front of me, and two more to my right. I bring up the dart gun and wait, hardly daring to move. A lazy movement to my right causes me to flick my gaze in that direction. Something moves, concealed in the undergrowth. I ready the dart gun, holding my breath.Like a ripple forming suddenly in a stream, a young woman slips almost silently out from behind a bush. Long dark brown hair is pulled back behind her head in a pony tail. Sharp blue eyes flicker as she watches for danger. She wears leather, fur-lined boots on her feet, and a leather mini-skirt cut high on her legs. A rough leather corset barely covers her ample breasts. Patches of silver fur adorn her belt and neck. Her pretty face is spotted with ritual face paint.She also holds a bow with an arrow already on the string. The moment she sees me she’ll undoubtedly let it fly.I can’t let her do that. I take a breath, willing calm over my body. I have to move fast and accurately. With three women against me the odds are not great.The Sapphire Wolf takes another cautious step forward. She glances away to her left. Smoothly, almost nonchalantly, I lift the dart gun and fire. The girl reacts immediately to my movement. She whirls and lifts her bow, bending back the string.The powerful tranquilizer dart smacks into her side, just below her left breast. The Sapphire Wolf stumbles, the arrow dropping uselessly from her bow. She looks down at the dart protruding from her side in surprise, and then her eyes flutter and cross. She collapses into a limp heap on the forest floor, her eyes closed and her mouth half-open. I am already moving. I dash from cover, reloading the dart gun as I go. I dodge around a bush, then dive for a fallen tree.An arrow zings through the air behind me and skitters off a nearby tree trunk. There is a shout, then the sound of breaking branches. No more subtlety now.I slide against the rough bark of the fallen tree, slapping the new dart into the gun’s chamber. Another arrow skims across the top of the log, barely missing my head by a few inches. I duck down with a curse and slam the breech shut on the dart gun.Twigs snap and leaves crinkle to my left, just out of sight behind the log. A call almost like a twittering bird comes to my right. They’re trying to flank me. I get on my belly and crawl through leaves, dirt, and stinging nettles towards the end of the tree. I spit a bug out of my mouth and grip the dart gun tightly in my hand.Another arrow soars over the log, lost somewhere in the brush behind me. There is a sharp sound of crackling leaves from the other side of the log. I check that the dart gun is ready to fire, then I roll out from behind the log and raise the weapon.One of the Sapphire Wolves is just in front of me, a shapely girl dressed like the first but with gray eyes and short, caramel brown hair. Blue face paint streaks her face. She notices me and swings her bow in my direction.She’s too slow. My dart gun has already coughed and the tranquilizer dart slaps into the girl’s sweetly rounded breast. The Sapphire Wolf tries to draw her bow but her hands and arms seem to suddenly lose their strength. Her long legs start to buckle just as her eyes roll back into her head. The next second she’s lying face-first on the ground, limp and unconscious. And to think, Veronica wanted me to use a blowgun instead of this marvelous weapon. I’d be dead right now if not for this dart gun. I duck back behind the log and reach for another dart. That’s when I see her. The third Sapphire Wolf vaults over the fallen log, landing deftly on her booted feet. She is dressed like her companions, decked out with fur and leather. Like them she also has face paint, a dark line under eyes and two lines on her pink lips. Her blue eyes glare at me and her thick golden hair is tousled from moving through the bush, a couple strands shaken loose from her ponytail. Her young body is toned and athletic, with slightly rounded hips and apple-shaped breasts. The definite outline of muscles is clear under her satin skin, especially in her powerful thighs and calves. She’s also holding a spear.The Sapphire Wolf stabs at me, the pointed end of her spear glinting in the dappled sunlight as she thrusts it towards my chest. I jerk back, fumbling with the dart and the unloaded gun. Muffling a curse, I shove the tranquilizer dart into the chamber. The Sapphire Wolf lunges at me again. This time she swings her spear at me with a sharp movement. The end of the spear collides with the partially-loaded gun in my hand. The weapon is sent flying into the bushes.Well crap.The Sapphire Wolf lowers the spear and prepares for another attack. I back up and grab the rag and flask of solona oil out of my satchel in desperation. I wrench the top of the flask off and shake the reeking contents over the cloth hurriedly.The Sapphire Wolf raises an eyebrow at me, her blue eyes never leaving me. Even now, with death staring me in the face, I can’t help but notice how beautiful she is. She has a body that any athlete would be envious of, but with a figure that still preserves sweetly rounded curves in her hips, buttocks, and breasts. And those fierce blue eyes and honey blond hair…She’s definitely a looker. It’s just too bad that she’s trying to kill me.She comes at me again, stabbing her spear at my stomach. I dodge, the sharp spearhead barely missing me. It slashes the side of the log, peeling off some of the bark.The Sapphire Wolf recovers instantly. She pulls her spear back and then jabs it at my face. I weave to one side, the spear thrusting within inches of my neck. I bat the shaft of the weapon aside with my left arm, then rush at the girl. My thinking is to get inside the girl’s defenses, then tackle her and clamp the soaked cloth in my hand over her pretty face and send her off to join her friends in dreamland. Unfortunately, my feisty blond warrior isn’t going down that easily. She turns her body as I rush her and swings her free elbow at my face.I dodge again with a stifled curse and make a grab for her, the cloth still in my hand.The Sapphire Wolf drops the spear entirely and cuffs me hard with her fist across the side of my face.I stagger to one side, momentarily seeing stars in my vision. That was a solid hit. This girl has a lot of fight to her. I turn, rubbing a hand over my bruised face.The Sapphire Wolf draws a long dagger from her belt. With a determined look on her face she rushes at me, the dagger held high. I sidestep, and my left hand snatches her raised wrist that holds the dagger. The Sapphire Wolf snarls, spits and growls. She twists and lashes out at me with her other hand.I flinch as her hand slaps hard over my face, but push forward and entwine my leg around hers, still keeping a firm hold on her dagger hand. We’re locked together now, sweating and panting face-to-face as we lurch and sway together, out limbs intertwined. I try to get the soaked cloth over her face but she twists out of the way, kicking her booted foot repeatedly against my calf. I am definitely not coming away from this without some decent bruises. That’s assuming, of course, that this feisty warrior doesn’t stab me through the heart with that dagger clenched in her hand. I’m barely keeping it away from me right now as it is. The warrior girl twists left and tries to knee me between the legs. I push her back and turn at just the last second to take the blow against my leg. The sudden movement causes us both to topple and then fall to the ground. We wrestle, a confused blizzard of arms, hands, kicking legs and flying leaves. It would be sensual if it wasn’t so life and death. We roll over once, still clasped against each other with neither of us able to gain an advantage.Somewhere in the fighting the Sapphire Wolf’s corset has come unlaced and one of her firm ripe breasts is exposed. I get tantalizing glimpses of it as we struggle, jiggling and bouncing with the pink nipple erect and jutting. I manage to twist the girl’s wrist roughly and she drops the dagger with a cry of pain. I have a momentary flash of triumph until I realize that I no longer have the cloth in my own hand. And then suddenly the Sapphire Wolf is kneeing me in the stomach and trying to roll on top of me and I forget about the dagger and the cloth.For several agonizingly long seconds we disturb the quiet of the forest with out tangled, sweaty combat, until suddenly and without even realizing exactly how I find myself on top of the sexy young woman, twisting one of her arms behind her back while pinning her face down on the forest floor. She snarls and curses, writhing and wriggling underneath me like a snake trying to get free. I keep my hold on her, twisting her arm until she yelps in pain. I keep my body firmly on top of hers, trapping her underneath me with my superior weight. Now that I have the upper hand, I can’t help but notice that I have a stiff erection which is pressing hard into the warrior’s girl’s squirming buttocks. The old desire is quickly rising in me again.And then, like the flipping of a light switch, the girl underneath me stops struggling. She lies still, her soft warm body pinned under mine, her breath panting and ragged. I’m panting quite a bit myself. I keep a good hold on her arm I have twisted behind her back, then lean down and speak quietly into her ear. “You finished?”“You bastard,” the Sapphire Wolf growls. She looks up at me with a wild and desperate gaze. “Let me go right now or I’ll—”“You’ll what?” I say with a soft chuckle. “You seem pretty well trapped, sweetheart.”The girl gives a sudden twist, trying to throw me off her. Her muscles strain and flex under her sleek skin, but I keep my hold and my pin on her easily. She gives up the attempt, relaxing under me again and panting from the exertion.“What’s your name?” I ask, almost as if the two of us had just met in a coffee shop somewhere.The girl glares at me for a long moment from the corner of her eye. “Sable.”I nod. “Alright, Sable, here’s the deal. I’m going to give you something to make you go to sleep and then I’m going to take you with me. Your two friends I leave behind. All three of you get to take a nice long nap.”Sable turns her head slightly. I can see she’s looking at her companions, both of whom are still slumped unconscious on the ground. “What…what do you intend to do with us?” she says quietly.I shift my weight on the trapped girl, enjoying the way I rub against her round buttocks. “It’s simple. Your two friends wake up in a couple of hours with headaches but nothing else. And you, you’ll wake up in the forest tomorrow, but with no memory of me, or this conversation, or anything that’s just happened.”Sable exhales, blowing a few leaves away. She wriggles her behind, feeling my firm ramrod pressed against her. “You…you promise not to hurt my comrades?”“I promise.”Sable’s body relaxes even more underneath me as she realizes she is defeated. “Are you going to use your magic arrows on me too?”I smile, then reach over with my free hand and snatch the solona-soaked cloth off the ground from where it has fallen a couple feet away. “Nothing like that. You just breathe into this rag and you’ll fall fast asleep. It won’t hurt at all, I promise.”Sable twists her head around and stares at me with her blue eyes. “When I find you again I’ll gut you.”“Sable, when you wake up you won’t even remember me at all.” I place the rag gently over her face and push my body hard against hers to keep her in place. I’m suddenly very aware of just how warm and soft and lovely she feels pinned underneath me like this, with the sweet fragrance of her hair in my nostrils and the feel of her bare skin sliding against mine. “There we are. Deep breaths now.”Sable gives a confused grunt. She tries to turn her head away from the strong smell of the solona oil, but I put my weight on her so that she can’t twist away. “In and out. Just breathe and let yourself go. You’re feeling heavy, so heavy. Your eyes are closing, Sable.”Sable gives a shudder underneath me. She gives a confused whimper, but she continues to breathe into the soaked cloth. Her pupils become slowly dilated and her eyelids droop. Her body, firm and athletic, begins to soften beneath me like a stick of warm butter. “Shhh, that’s right, it’s okay,” I whisper into Sable’s ear. I kiss her on the nape of her neck, enjoying the sweet taste of her soft skin. “Go to sleep. That’s it.”Sable moans softly. Her eyelids slide slowly shut, her nose crinkled under the cloth and her eyes crossed. She is warm and relaxed underneath me. No more fighting spirit. Just a warm, drowsy surrender.“Time for night night,” I whisper. I kiss her shoulders and even her cheek, and can’t help grinding myself gently but firmly against her.Sable is so far gone she doesn’t seem to notice or care. Her eyes are almost shut now and her body is complete dead weight. With one last defeated sigh her eyes gently close and her head falls limply against the ground.I keep the cloth over her face for another few seconds, but it’s clear that my feisty Sapphire Wolf is finally getting some much needed beauty sleep. She’s out.