The Huntress

The Huntress
Second Edition
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2024 Kate Hill

Nearing the inn, Magda glanced through the picture window and noted it was a busy night. Men and women of various magical species mingled at the bar or sat at the tables. Some were involved in a card game and others watched a half-naked dancing girl who was rather pretty, but Magda had no interest in anyone except Cassia.

She opened the door, stepped inside and strode to the bar, where Stephan stood. Tall and skinny, though with a slight potbelly, thin reddish hair and fish-like blue eyes, he smiled, exposing uneven, discolored teeth. Apparently the full house made him quite happy. Magda longed to slap that greedy grin off his ugly face.

Seeing her, he curled his lip. "What do you want, Magda? Or should I say who do you want?"

"Where's Cassia? I need her healing skills."

He snorted. "Sure you do."

"No bull, Stephan." Magda took several golden elfin coins from her pocket and tossed them on the counter. "Where is she?"

Reaching out with his tapered fingers, he collected the coins and shouted, "Cassia! You've got a customer!"

"I told you I'm taking a break," Cassia bellowed and strode through the nearby door leading to the kitchen. Her long dark hair was tied back and she wore a flowing skirt and an off-the-shoulder black top that exposed a good deal of her cleavage. Though slim, she still had curves, full breasts and rounded hips. Magda couldn't wait to grasp those hips and cover those breasts with kisses. She longed to suck Cassia's pretty pink nipples, feel them stiffen beneath her probing tongue.

By the flush of Cassia's cheeks and the spray of perspiration across her forehead, nose and upper lip, she'd been very busy all night. Probably waiting on most of the tables in between fucking any beast that paid for her.

Magda's gut tightened. Hadn't she just paid for her as well? She longed for the day Cassia would come to her without the farce of Magda "paying" for it.

Upon seeing Magda, the nasty scowl faded from Cassia's face and she smiled.

"Looks like you've changed your mind about a break," Stephan sneered, then turned to Magda. "She's all yours."

"Yes, she is," Magda said, staring into his eyes with such ferocity he turned away.

"Magda," Cassia called, her gaze darting from the innkeeper to the werewolf. Was that concern in her eyes? And if it was, who was it for? Magda hoped it was for her. "Come upstairs with me."