The magical energy holding you in place throbbed and pulsed like an injured heart. It was painful—your body screamed with it. The magical field wrapped around you felt like a lead blanket, draining your strength. Every attempted movement of your body sent jolts of pain through you, threatening to break bones or tear muscles—you couldn't move at all.
As you struggled in futility, the being responsible for your plight stepped forth from the shadows. She was clad in a long, dark, robe-like jacket that nearly reached her shoes. The twin vulpine ears poking out of her ruddy tresses marked her as a demi-human—a kitsune.
Green eyes bored into you, and the soft curves of her face slowly curved into a malicious grin. As those lips curled upward, they revealed a set of small, pointed, canine-esque teeth. Her ears twitched at the sound of your gurgling struggles, but her smile never wavered.
Finally, just when you thought you'd be crushed by the field, her hand moved and the feeling faded away. "Now then," she said, "let's get this over with—you don't mind, do you?" She giggled softly as the magic released its hold; no longer held upright, you fell to the floor in a heap.
The vulpine woman strode forward and crouched over you; you could see her tails twitch behind her as she reached down and lifted your chin up. Your vision blurred and your eyes drooped; you were too weak to fight the languid feeling. Her form was out of focus, but you could hear the woman clearly: she was talking to you.
"Yes, you are most definitely handsome...and best of all, strong," she said in a seductive voice. "Your virility is something to behold—I've searched for one like you for centuries." She giggled again as you tried to look away from her.
"What do you want from me?" You snap, groaning at the effort.
"Well," she murmured as she trailed a finger over your lips, "I've been patiently scouring the world for a suitable mate, a male worthy of siring my children." Stroking your cheek with her free hand, her claws grazed your skin. "But my search ends today!" Her lips parted slightly in a predatory grin as she spoke.
Her fingers trailed down your neck to your collarbone and back up. You tried to move—to push her away—but you could do nothing; she held you like an infant in the womb.
"And so," she whispered as she licked your ear, "I shall make you mine, now won't that be fun?!" She gave your shoulder a hard shove and you flopped to the floor. Your vision blurred as your consciousness withdrew completely; the last thing you remembered seeing was a pair of vulpine eyes glaring down at you.
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Consciousness returns slowly and you awaken to find yourself lying on a soft bed—or is that a pile of pillows? Whatever it is, it's comfortable and warm.