The Reserve: Season 2.2

My favorite experience? Hmm, that?s a hard one. My mind immediately drifts towards Enko of course. Believe it or not she?s never hunted me in the park. Most nilian types aren?t super big into hunting despite their heritage. She and I tend to spend most of our intimate time out on our balcony which overlooks the reserve. She has quite the penchant for anal sex and we?ve spent many a lovely night up there, her planted in my lap, me reaching around to please her. Both of us are mischievous which has led to a sort of game we like to play. We?ll talk about anything, the park, us, my original home world, even the weather if it suits us. The objective is to distract the other well enough to derail the conversation. As an added bonus we get to bond and learn about each other both physically and mentally. I?ve said it before, but I was very lucky to find her.Truly, Enko represents so much of what I?ve come to love about my new home, but I suspect your question was more about my favorite encounter INSIDE the reserve. I can?t say for sure that its my favorite, but there is a particular story that comes to mind that is perhaps the most special.It started, as many of my favorites do, on a lazy day during the off season. There were no events scheduled, only a handful of customers checked in, and no full moon coming for a couple of weeks. During the off season the runners tend to use the extra time to put up new structures, dead drops, and escape options. My absolute favorite was a zipline we added across the river besides the southwest bridge. I have made many an escape using it to cross the river faster than a predator can get to the bridge and cross themselves. The field on the south side of the river is a good place for a runner to be if they want to get spotted and caught, the zipline has helped us mitigate that risk, at least a little bit.When not working, runners like to spend time in the spa on the south side. The spa is divided by a line that no customer is allowed to cross making it a pred free zone for us to relax in. The larger of the two sections is for customers. Runners of course are allowed in this section, but they run the risk of getting caught by a predator. Additionally, although its uncommon, some predators do bring their prey to the spa to relax with them, or fornicate, these are Mageni after all.On this day in particular the customer side of the spa was empty save a few succubi that were trying to tempt some of the runners over the line. In a manner of speaking its like hunting for a succubus because in order to catch a man, she has to convince him across the line of his own free will. There can be some magic involved but most of the ones that end up here come to hone their craft, not to practice spell slinging. Any succubi can turn a mans brain to mush with a spell, but it takes an expert to seduce a man on their own, particularly a runner.I myself have never been particularly fond of succubi. Virtually all Mageni are sexually motivated. Most are incredibly beautiful and many of them are quite interesting characters. Its this last point that tends to turn me off of succubi, I often find them, well, rather one dimensional. Most folks have dreams and ambitions. Even dark hounds, by all accounts some of the most sexually intense Mageni out there, often fantasize about doing something more with their lives than simply mating. As near as I can tell, succubi mostly exist to try and one up each other in some strange conquest to be the most sexually appealing and irresistible succubus to ever live. In short, I find them boring.I watched, shaking my head back and forth as several runners laid by the edge of one of the hot tubs, practically drooling at the succubi trying to tempt them across the line. I was enjoying my down time in a different hot tub, close to the customer check in. I had been building more structures in our home base and was feeling a bit sore. The hot water felt good. The runner sitting across from me got a strange look on his face while peering over my shoulder.?Is that? Helasia?? he asked confused.?Nah,? I said as I started to turn and look myself. ?She's off this week I thought.?Sure enough, I was staring at Helasia?s back. She was talking to the attendant, but I couldn?t make out the conversation. Helasia is a dark hound, and the absolute best guard at the reserve. She?s pulled me and probably every other runner out of a bunch of bad situations, nursed us to health when we needed it, and overall just been a great guard, maybe even a friend. Most dark hounds are completely enslaved to their lustful nature, not Helasia. Despite virtually limitless opportunity, I have never once seen her even TEMPTED to take advantage of a runner when she was on the clock. Having spent a lot of time with dark hounds, we get a lot of them at the reserve, I have come to respect her as a person more than most.In physical appearance, she?s a textbook dark hound. Midnight black skin, a powerful, sculpted frame, and just shy of about seven feet tall. Her hands end in some wicked claws that are part tool, part weapon. She has large breasts, a curvy backside, and a figure that would attract darn near any man, as most Mageni do. Perhaps most interesting though, are her eyes. A dark hound?s most characteristic feature is a pair bright eyes that come in various colors of red, orange, and yellow. They seem to glow in the most mysterious ways. There?s nothing quite like it in my home world, and I?m forced to conclude that its some form of magic that?s exuded. I?ve also found that the relative brightness seems to correspond to a dark hounds emotional state, most notably their lust, although I?ve noted several encounters that didn?t quite hold true güvenilir bahis to this principle.Helasia, for her part, has always had somewhat dim eyes, occasionally flaring during times of emotional expression. Most notably I remember a time when an orc had drunkenly pummeled me nearly to death. I?ve never cared much for orcs and the resulting sub-species, particularly after a bad incident involving one shortly after arriving on this plane. I don?t think I?ve ever been happier to have Helasia around than when my ribs were getting crushed by such a belligerent guest. When she got to me I remember seeing her eyes flair brilliant and wild. The glow seemed to extend beyond her body. It was terrifying, but I was so very glad to see her. Today, despite having her back turned, I could just barely make out the distinctive glow in a reflection off some nearby glass, I remember thinking it was odd. Her eyes always appeared almost normal, and they were certainly never detectable from behind.?Helasia?? I called out from the hot tub. There was no response.?HELASIA,? I yelled more firmly, still nothing.I slowly got up out of the hot tub and approached the line that marked the edge of the pred free zone. I looked about cautiously. Besides the succubi down the way, there weren?t any predators in the area. Since a succubus hadn?t convinced me to cross, I figured there wasn?t any danger of getting captured by one if I stepped over the line. Dripping on the floor, I took one more look around, steeled myself, and walked into the lobby.Nothing seemed to change, I didn?t see any movement to indicate a predator had taken notice of me, the succubi remained where they were, still flirting, and the world seemed all the same. I shrugged and ventured further. As I got just a few feet from Helasia I was able to make out some of the conversation.?-oom when you have a chance, no rush,? I heard her say cheerfully to the attendant.?Of course, please-,? the attendant cut off seeing me approach, I took the opportunity to try again.?Helasia?? I asked cautiously, my palms up in a questioning stance, still approaching her.She turned abruptly, the glow of her eyes were definitely uncharacteristically bright and only seeming to brighten after she caught site of me. Before I knew it I was wrapped up in a powerful hug. I had been held by her before, but never hugged, and certainly not like this if I had. She seemed excited, giddy even, I wasn?t sure what to make of it, I?d never seen her like this.?Just who I was looking for!? she exclaimed excitedly, still hugging me, ?I thought I?d find you here.??W-what are you doing here? I thought you were off this week,? I stated in confusion, trying to decide if I should return her hug, this was very strange behavior.?I am!? came the cheery reply followed by a deep breath and a sigh which seemed to pull me further into a warm hug. I found I enjoyed her embrace, it was warm, welcoming, and it just felt? right. I returned the hug and melted into her.After a moment my brain finally caught up to the situation, and a few things became stunningly clear. The first was that her aura was radiant, I found I had procured an obligatory and unyielding hard on. It occurred to me that I had never felt the presence of her aura, and if I had it was certainly NOTHING like it was right now. The second thing I noticed was that I was STILL wrapped up in a hug. But the piece of information that bludgeoned my mind was her response, she IS off this week. So why is she here? And why would she be at the guest check-in? She said she was looking for me? What in th-? uh? oh. My mind finally locked on to the answer.?Did, did you just catch me?? I asked, only a little bit alarmed.She finally broke our embrace and pushed back just enough to look down into my eyes. She kept her hands firmly on my shoulders, it occurred to me I probably couldn?t break away if I tried. Her eyes were bright and huge, but it was the emotion conveyed in those deep orangish yellow eyes staring down at me that struck harder. She was in full lust, it was fascinating, if not completely terrifying. She smiled, beaming down at me.?I suppose I did! I don?t see what all the fuss is about, it seemed easy enough.?After being here for as long as I have, I?ve developed quite the reputation. In recent years we?ve found ways to capitalize on some of our more reputable runners with various events and hunting options. But this was back some time before most of that. Even still, I was by far our most notorious runner. In some circles it had even become a sort of right-of-passage to be able to hunt me down specifically, and here I was, caught before check-in.I stared up at her, disbelieving what I was seeing. I had a lot of respect for Helasia, hell I still do. I consider her our best guard, one of my best friends, and up until this point, I had regarded her strictly platonically.?So, you came here to hunt ME?? I asked, still not sure what a proper reaction to this situation would entail.Her expression shifted to look somewhat hurt, but I could tell she was faking it. I?m also sure she knew I knew she was faking.?What, is Enko the only one here who?s allowed to want you?? she asked mockingly.Now, it's worth noting that physical relationships work very differently here than they do in my home world. Where I?m from, its very rare for sexual partners to engage in anything promiscuous. As a matter of fact, most relationships are built upon a mutual understanding that sex will be performed exclusively with each other. People in my world are very territorial like that. Most Mageni are different. I?m not saying EVERY Mageni will let her husband lay with another, or even lay with another man herself, but its pretty güvenilir bahis siteleri much the norm here. Maybe there are other realms with Mageni that its not, and other realms with humans where it is, I don?t know, but here, promiscuity is common. Enko is certainly not territorial, hell, she?s the kind of mischievous that goes out of her way to make sure I get caught by customers, or simply encourage me to bed another on a whim. She once slipped me a potion that amplifies our scent making us easier to track without my knowing, maybe more than once.Helasia knows all of this of course. We?ve spent many a night talking about my home world. She often regards it as rather prudish, which, I suppose by comparison is true. That said, all of this is to say that she was screwing with me, big time. Back to the story.?W-uh-I?er,? I sighed, exasperated, completely unsure of how to respond.Had she just said she wanted me? Was I sure this was Helasia? Had I really just been caught? Thoughts continued to swarm in my head.?Hmm,? came a reply. ?You seem flustered, and if I?m being honest, this was a little too easy.?She stared at me, I wasn?t sure if she expected a reply. I wasn?t entirely sure I was still on the same plane of existence. Maybe I?d fallen through to a new world, I mean, it?s happened before. She gave an exasperated, albeit playful sigh.?Alright, tell you what, I?m going to finish checking in. I expect I?ll be done in about two minutes. The bellhop is going to take my bags for the week to the room. You have until then to run, try not to disappoint me. I KNOW it can?t be this easy to catch you.?With that, she pulled her arms off of me and turned back to the attendant. For my part, I was still stunned, trying desperately to understand my situation.Ok, she?s here to hunt. How strange. Correction, she?s here to hunt ME. I, I should be running now, two minutes she said. With that, I turned and bolted into the park, still processing everything that was going on. A week, did she say she was here for a week? She did, oh dear. Ok, fine, where am I going? Hmm. Crud, my scent, she can find me anywhere in the park, she?s GOOD at it too, I?ll have to start by addressing that. There?s a dead drop across the river by the zipline, should have scent potions, lets start with that. I began running harder towards the river.I was glad we had addressed the issue of scent in recent months. There are plenty of Mageni with sensitive enough noses to track a man by smell. That?s usually not so much a problem so long as there are other runners around. Most predators weren?t usually interested in a specific man so long as they were able to catch somebody. As one of our faster and more tricky runners, well, it was rarely a problem for me. In stark contrast, I was once hunted by a werewolf who was specifically stalking me. At the time all of my tricks involved pushing a predator onto somebody else?s trail, but that doesn?t work so well when you?ve been singled out. In response to that situation I had come up with de-scenting potions which we kept in various dead drops around the park. The first iteration was a great success, too great, it masked us for almost two days. That seemed a little unfair to me. After some reworking, we finally came up with a solution that masked us for about an hour, give or take.Two minutes is not a huge head start against any type of werewolf, even a dark hound. Particularly one who?s job typically involves being able to identify and track us on a routine basis. I knew it would be a close call getting to the river before she could catch me. That said, if I could get onto the zipline I?d give myself some extra time to pull ahead. Plus, if I could get a potion in me she?d have to guess where I was going. I certainly wanted to be out of sight before she got across the river. Dark hounds are fast, maybe as fast as regular werewolves, and let me tell you, no man can outrun a werewolf.A few minutes later I could see the bridge in the distance, and my mind had finally caught up. I liked Helasia, I?ve always admired her discipline, doubly so as a dark hound. Its difficult for most dark hounds to hold down a job on account of their excessively lustful nature. It tends to detract from their ability to focus. Helasia was always the go to counterexample. If I?m being honest, I?ve always had a thing for strong individuals. It was somewhere during that run to the river I finally realized I had always had a thing for Helasia. This was going to be fun.As I approached the zipline I became aware that something was running behind me. Fuck, that?ll be her. I put more effort towards getting to the jump point. I was lucky, it was set up with the handle bars on the correct side of the river. It wouldn?t have been the first time the trolley hadn?t been returned to the correct side leaving me stranded. I ran up the wooden dock leading to the jump. I was aware she was getting close to me.Now look, if I?m being honest, I kinda wanted her to catch me, at least at some point. During my run to the river I had thought about how I could evade her for a day or two before ?accidentally,? getting caught. It?s not often I find myself in a situation where I actually want to fail. That said, this felt too early. As much as I wanted a chance to be with Helasia, I wanted to live up to my reputation as well.I leapt onto the bars. Time felt like it was barely moving as I willed the trolley to move faster out onto the water, to safety. I heard the distinctive sounds of claws on wood. Instinctively I began pulling my body up towards the line.I could practically feel her hands reaching for me. Time was still, the trolley seemed like it was barely moving. I became suddenly iddaa siteleri aware of a presence behind my back. I felt a hand barely graze my backside. Had I not pulled myself upwards she would have surely gotten enough purchase to pull me from the line. Then there was nothing for what seemed like seconds, minutes even. I felt a slight pressure at my right heel, then nothing again. More time passed, its uncanny how long it felt like I was hovering there.Then came a splash, but it wasn?t from me, I was still on the zipline. Time came back into focus and I zipped across the river. I chanced a look over my shoulder in time to see Helasia emerging from the water. She didn?t look upset, as a matter of fact, she looked quite happy. The hunt was afoot.I allowed myself a smirk as I continued across the river. She would have to get back to the bank, run down to the bridge, cross it, and then back over to the other end of the line. By that time I would have crossed, gotten into the dead drop, drank a de-scenting potion, and then headed off who knows where. If I could keep hitting dead drops I could probably hide around some of the more obscure areas of the park. I smiled thinking about how maybe I could keep out of reach for a day, maybe two. It was going to be great, it was going to be-. I froze mid thought as my eyes locked onto my right heel. It was? bleeding.I had felt a slight pressure just before she fell into the water, I?ll bet she nicked me with a claw. Uh oh. De-scenting potion wouldn?t heal my foot, and even a feint blood trail would be more than enough for her to track me. I needed a de-scenting potion AND a healing potion. That complicated things, we didn?t usually keep healing potions in the dead drops. For that, I?d have to hit our home base, which was a considerable ways east through the woods. Alternatively, most of the guards carried one on their person in case of emergencies. I smirked at the thought of asking the woman pursuing me for a bottle. Then I pondered whether I could get all the way to home base before she tracked me down. It would be close. As I hit the far bank I immediately turned right and began running east. No point in stopping for a potion here, I?d get everything I needed at home base. I made pretty good time all things considered. Even still, there was no way Helasia would be far behind me. Worse, she of all people would certainly know what my play was. She knew almost every play we had, that was part of what made this whole thing so exciting, and perhaps hopeless. As I approached the base I passed under a spotter tower.Spotter towers were a solution we came up with somewhat early on that addressed several key problems. Most of them were a simple wooden structure high up in a tree that could be accessed by a counterweight elevator system. We occasionally get runners who are less interested in getting caught by predators than others. The towers were a great solution that enabled them to be in the park, contribute to the experience, but also be reasonably safe from capture. Even if spotted, MOST Mageni couldn?t hope to scale a tall tree to retrieve their prize. MOST. We tend to put them in locations where we either like to congregate, or where food drops are located.Food drops are one of the methods we use to stack the deck in favor of customers catching a runner. Food is brought and placed by park staff at specific locations on a published schedule. Its considered relatively high risk to get food from these locations, but we do it routinely. A man has to eat after all.As I ran under the tower the runner manning it whistled to me. Two low notes and a high note, our universal code to ask if a predator was present or, in the case of returning the call, indicating that there was no predator we could see. It?s a simple but effective system that usually goes unnoticed by predators. USUALLY. There have been a couple instances where a customer actually figured out what we were doing and used it to their advantage. Its all a part of the game. In this case, I didn?t bother to whistle in return. Me running was clue enough, plus, she wouldn?t be interested in him. Even if she was, dark hounds aren?t really one of the species that can climb well enough to get to where he was. A lamia might be a different story.I ran up one of the ramps that connected to a series of bridges linking several of our buildings. This area is by far the most built up as its furthest away from the guest quarters. The third treehouse up the ramp contained a cabinet full of goodies, including the two potions I needed. About the time I made the cabin I heard the towerman outside whistle. Two highs and a low, he had spotted a predator, Helasia was coming into the camp.I opened the cabinet and downed the two potions tossing the empty jars onto the counter. My options were limited. One side of the treehouse led back out to the bridges connecting the other structures. If I ran that way I had several options, but I would almost certainly be spotted, and probably chased down. The other side of the house had two swing vines tucked up on a ledge for quick escapes. The orientation of the hut even made it such that I could PROBABLY swing away on one without being noticed, but she would almost certainly see the missing vine and put together where I went. If she managed to get a visual on me and get to the ground before I could disappear into the forest, well, that wasn?t looking good either. I looked back at the counter.I had helped build these structures, Helasia had not, none of the guards had, why would they, they weren?t for them. The way we had mounted this particular house to the trees made it look like the corner of the counter ended in a tree trunk, but there was actually a small nook if you crawled under the counter that could get a decently sized man completely hidden from view behind the trunk, but under the counter. As I heard claws running up the ramps below I formulated a plan.