A Womanizing Bite from Lani

Not like any I've attempted before. Enjoy!

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Zidane ran down the corridor- he had been separated by the party who was being pursued by the bounty hunter Lani. He thought he could catch up with everybody, especially the girls, who he liked… well, sometimes at least. Personal gender issues aside, he was afraid that they would find Lani before he did. It turned out he was wrong.

At the end of the corridor stood the sexy bounty hunter. She stood, her exotic, dark skin covered only in a few places with a Renaissance-style white poofs, wearing a pair of tight black shorts that outlined her crotch, and a skirt that only covered her sides and back, embroidered with white marshmallow cotton and Eastern designs. On her head was a red and maroon headband with a green feather. Her long tanned legs glistened, with a sparkle that reflected the same sparkle of the light gloss she wore on her lips, lips that smiled evilly as if they would soon be on Zidane’s. Queen Brahne wanted her to get Garnet’s Pendant, which Zidane swore she wouldn’t do.

“I’ll just have to take you out by myself!” the thief cried, brandishing his sword.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy,” she laughed, revealing her long axe-weapon and charging at him.

With a quick swing of her massive axe-blade handle, the overconfident thief was knocked off of his feet. She pounced on him like a hungry cat, and Zidane’s first primal instinct was one of arousal, as his tail began to jerk violently and wag in place. In his mind he was rather turned on, but he still knew that he had to fight.

Lani didn’t waste any time. Zidane struggled against her pouncing hold but she brushed herself against him and breathed on him heavily in a primal, sexy frenzy. She then brought her face to her ear and whispered, “There’s something you don’t know about me, sweetie…” as he heard a faint hissing sound. He tilted his head and looked over- she exposed two long fangs. “I’m a vampire… Zidane…” The hero’s eyes widened in horror and shock. What the… no! If she was a vampire… that was something he wasn’t prepared for. As this dominating, commanding and confident bounty hunter had him under her, he was helpless as she gently and sexily took off the strip of armor that protected the flesh of his neck.

“Bite…” she whispered, as she sank her fangs into Zidane’s neck. His long hair brushed up against her face and eyes as he felt her begin to drink him, her sharp talon-like teeth penetrating his skin and entering his system to drain him. He braced himself to be sucked of all his blood. He could smell the light blend of Indian perfumes she wore, subtle yet very feminine and seductive. It tinged his senses and calmed him slightly. But… he needed to fight. His arms flailed uselessly around her as she kept him pinned down, drinking something… what, what was it? Zidane struggled to fight in his mind against something he was unsure of- it felt like part assault, but part warm embrace, something very nice that would bring him joy if he just opened and accepted it.

But he didn’t feel his energy draining or his blood being sucked. Instead, something more subtle was happening. He felt a tingling between his legs, almost as if his genitals were shrinking slightly, and he felt less of a desire to fight. He felt like… a part of him was being drained.

“It’s ok Zidane… I can see your resistance is fading… you can’t fight, you see? You don’t want to fight, or else you would have fought a long time ago, and wouldn’t be on the floor… under me.”

“Uhhh…” Zidane was weak. He still knew in his mind that he had to struggle, but the kiss and bite were draining his will. He was stronger than this- he could probably take her one on one. But the realization sunk in that he, the hero, the protector, was on the floor before this evil woman, open to her loving bites and caresses as she ran her fingers along his body. Why couldn’t he fight?

“But you’re a guy, Zidane… I think a strong man would have been able to fight me, don’t ya think…? But a girl like me could take you down sooooo easily. I think that says… a lot… about you.”

He kept trying to struggle, but a part of Zidane could only agree in his mind. Was it the scent in the air, the hypnotic command in her voice, the suggestion and force with which she spoke? Something… something about her made him want to just agree. She wrapped him up more in her arms and pressed her body closer.

“I think there’s still some of that dreaded testosterone in you, Zidane…” she teased, exposing the other side of his shirt as his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned back in ecstasy, giving himself up in anticipation for another sensual bite. Her fangs bared out and sank in yet again. It was then that he finally realized. “Testosterone…” Was that it? Was she a vampire, draining a vital substance of manliness from him? He let go of these thoughts quickly as he closed his eyes, feeling the overpowering submission rush into him from the bite. She was claiming him, marking him, and taking him completely. His neck would be scarred from Lani’s lovely teeth, and she would be sure that he wore clothing that made his marked neck visible. Zidane surrendered himself as he sighed. This bite felt more forceful and sensual, and they both moaned as she cupped her hands over his face and caressed him delicately. Lani, in all her bounty hunting, had learned a valuable art of seduction- she had the moves and grace to get what she wanted and give her enemies surprising pleasure. She was using her abilities on Zidane full force, and as they both saw he could barely resist- barely being an overstatement. He was completely at her mercy as she drained the testosterone from his body.

Zidane felt weak and useless. Here he was, drained and powerless, in the clutches and embrace of somebody he needed to fight for the good of the group. He was supposed to be good, supposed to be a defended, but he was now… just so weak and useless. Lani gave him a kiss on the cheek and looked him in the eyes, powerfully, hypnotically.

“Just give in… I can feel your doubts… you’re sad that you failed. But you haven’t failed- realize that this is success, this is victory, opening up yourself to me. Just be open to me. Don’t think.”

Those words sounded sweet. In light of the overarching guilt of being a failure, of letting down his friends, they were wonderful. “Don’t think,” the words echoed in his mind.

“Just don’t think…” she reached down and kissed him again, “Join me, Zidane…”

Forbidden pleasure. Dare he give in to this temptation and accept what was beckoning so strongly at his door? The mere thought of it made him tingle between his legs- a feeling that grew stronger as she playfully ran her hands, tracing gently on his arms and kissing him on the cheek, lips, and forehead every few moments. He was falling for her, growing in lust and becoming more and more open to Lani’s wonderful, wonderful suggestions.

“That’s a good… girl.”

What? Why did she call him a girl…? She seemed to ignore the look of doubt on his face as she prepared for her next stage in Zidane’s capture and conversion.

“And now…” Lani reached into her utility belt and pulled out a long syringe filled with a blue liquid, “I want you to just let go… there’s nothing you have to worry about.”

“Wha… wha is that?” Zidane stammered. He was still weak, heaving. Lani reached down with her hand and began to caress him further, preparing his upper arm for the injection. “What?!?!?” –this seemed like something that would hurt. But holding him down, and slowly cooing “Shhhhhh…”

The needle pierced him like a hot knife through hard butter. His eyes glazed over slightly blue as the substance inside the needle flowed through him, quickly making its way into his bloodstream. The hypnotic commands and her speech, her scent, and motions he *may* have been able to resist, but this drug, this substance took direct command of his mind and cells. It would have been physically impossible for his body to resist the effects, no matter how hard he tried. And it didn’t really matter. He felt so nice. Yes, it was so nice to be girly for Lani, to let go of his quest, his journey, his manhood.

“I just injected you with a powerful estrogen formula, to bring out the side of you I always knew you wanted to… explore…”

“Explore with me, Zidane,” she continued, “Embrace yourself. Surrender to me, give up this foolish charade and be mine, completely.”

She began to stroke his genital area, which was stimulated by touch almost as if Zidane had female organs. His cock was still visibly there, especially noticeable because she had slowly and teasingly removed his pants and begun to pet it. With the genital attention in combination with his submission, Zidane found it very hard to fight after a while.

“Mmmmm…” he moaned.

“That’s right, my wonderful pet. Just lean back and experience the pleasure. I want you to feel very nice right now, because that’s what you will feel if you let go of everything and serve me. Nice. Ok. It’s right to surrender… it’s very nice… Niceeee…. Wonderful, sweet, and nice…”

She continued to stroke his cock and caress his face. He was getting harder, but much of his being turned on was internal too. Perhaps the estrogen was having a quick effect? He moaned in a very feminine way, his long hair and bangs coating his face, shrouding the view of his wonderful mistress slightly.

“Yesss…. So nice. Just let go, I will provide you everything you dreamed of, unconsciously, subconsciously, and consciously. You don’t have to fight anymore. Cum for me Zidane.”

At those words, at the promise of eternal pleasure and her constant teasing and commanding voice, the aphrodisiac drug coursing through his veins, her scent, her eyes- everything, so overwhelming… the rush grew, a throbbing volcano began to rise and swell into a beautiful climax of submission. He came. He sealed his fate, the fate of his friends, and that of the world to this expert seductress. She smiled fiendishly as she continued to stroke the last bits of cum from him, especially as the orgasm rocked from within him.

“Now… we’re going to get that Pendant from Garnet, right?” Lani grinned fiendishly as she asked this.

In a last bout of hopeless resistance Zidane managed to get out: “That sounds like a good idea… wait, didn’t I have to protect…?”

“No,” she said, putting her index finger to his lips, “No… you’re on my side, remember? You’re mine… Zidane fights for Lani now…”

“Yes, that’s right!” his brainwashed and feminized mind responded, “That’s right, what was I thinking… I’m on your side. Let’s go get that Pendant…”

“That’s a good bo… I mean… good girl…” she said seductively, winking at him.

He put his pants back on. The two exited the corridor and went to claim their prize. In a few hours, Zidane had deceived Garnet completely, having the helpless princess fall into Lani’s trap. With hours of teasing and fun afterwards, the Pendant eventually fell into the hands of Lani who brought it to the very pleased Queen Brahne. The party had failed completely, but now they didn’t care, standing naked before Lani, ready at her beck and call. Their quest was over, but their servitude had only just begun…