Groggy. That's what she first felt as consciousness returned to her. Where was she? What had she been doing? The answers came quicker than Sivia had expected as a smiling face bent down over top of her. It was Desvaina, white hair tumbling down past her head, with a sharp glint in her eyes. She was a Hunter, much like her, though far more experienced. 

“Nice of you to rejoin me, Siv. Thought you'd be out of it the whole way back,” She said eagerly.

So they were on the ship, heading back to the town. Made sense, there was a table in front of her, chairs spaced around it. They were inside the main cabin.

The dizzy huntress still had problems forming thoughts. “Wha… what happened?”

“The Stygian caught you with a tackle, slammed you into a cliff face. Had to finish the hunt myself.”

“Ah, jeez… sorry, Des.”

Desvaina laughed. “It wasn't a big deal. In a way, I'm glad you didn't wake up till now. Don't want you overexerting yourself now.”

Sivia went to stand, but found herself peculiarly tied to the chair. Ropes held her arms back and, as the feeling came back to her body, she could tell they were too tight to break. This was abnormal, to say the least.

“Why am I tied up?” Sivia asked, raising an eyebrow.

Desvaina paced around the table. “Well, two things. I knew the first thing you were going to do was strain yourself. Can't be having you fall back into bad habits, can we?”

Sivia groaned at the rhetorical query. Unfortunately, her friend wasn't wrong.

“Thought so. Second, you've got a little something going on down below.” 

A mirror was flashed in front of the bound hunter. She could see her own eyes looking back, glowing, almost pulsing, with a deep purple. Sivia sighed. That explained even more. The huntress had felt anxious, almost restless. Having the blight coursing through her did all that and more. Her ‘anatomy’ was also different, something she should have realized immediately.

Desvaina continued to talk. 

“Considering those, I decided this was the best way to take care of both things… and myself. Get you some nourishment, some relief, and I get to spend a little more private time with you after so long.” She leaned in close to Sivia, whispering quietly. “You still remember how I taste, right?”

The purple-eyed hunter jumped, a sudden, unanticipated throb pulsing through her. That was what Des wanted. It all made sense now. While Sivia wasn't against it, she was exactly fully willing either. She was about to refuse her friend's advances when a slice of pie slid in front of her. A spoon and a cup, albeit an empty one, joined the dessert. That was, to say the least, the last thing she'd expected. Some ‘meat’, sure, but an actual pie had her brow furrowed in thought.

She couldn't figure it out, and turned towards Desvaina. “What… why…?”

Des chuckled. “Oh, you'll see soon enough. Let me just get this thing right here… and we'll be good to go.” She fiddled with her pants as she spoke.

Before Sivia could say a word, it came free. Desvaina’s cock, thick, rigid and pierced, was shown to her in its full glory. Heavy, full, almost swollen looking orbs were packed in a tight pouch at the base. Precum already oozed from the tip, dripping down from the circular piercing that she wore on her glans. The startled huntress stayed still, waiting. Des’ dick was a wild animal, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

“I'm sure you're putting the pieces together already, Siv,” she mumbled as she took her spot next to her friend. Her member stood straight out in front of Sivia’s face. “This way… we both win. I get to let loose and you get to taste my personal glaze.”

The bound hunter didn't point out that it was still a rather one-sided deal, but it wasn't open for debate either. Desvaina grabbed hold of her prick, slowly pumping it's length. Her shaft was sticking straight out over top the plate and cup. Sivia looked away, focusing elsewhere, but soon felt herself drawn back to it. It was radiating enormous amounts of heat. A scent of sweat and musk wafted from it, playing havoc with her senses. 

Desvaina leaned into the table. Her speed steadily increased, as did her sounds. What had started as heavy pants were now groans. Precum dribbled from her tip, falling into the glass. Each drop made a reverberating sound that Sivia couldn't ignore. Part of her wanted to taste, the other refused to give in. She was proud of her ‘Lone Wolf’ mentality, but it didn't know when to quit. 

“Are you watching, Sivia? Do you see how hard I am? How much precum I'm making?” There was excitement in her voice.

Sivia remained stubbornly defiant, despite the obviousness of her gaze. Warm blood began to pool in the bound hunter's crotch, her own cock growing erect while watching the display. She shifted about uneasily, body beginning to turn flush. Desvaina had said she'd get release too but there was an error in her math at some point. Her need only grew as Des powered ahead without her.

“Fuck… Siv, I'm gonna burst. Watch me cum, will you? I'm going to glaze the hell out of this pie,” she spoke between loud moans. Des’ pace soon become uneven, clumsy. “C-cumming!”

The pie was the first to get tagged. Rope upon rope of sticky spunk began to cover it. Desvaina’s hips bucked in time, a satisfied purr escaping her throat as she added her own topping to the dessert. Thick, pearly cum covered every inch of the food within seconds. It slowly clumped and rolled over the side, pooling on the plate. Yet Des wasn't done.

The huntress, still amid her climax, grabbed the cup. With it at her tip, she let her balls empty the last of their contents inside. Strands of spunk lined the inside in an almost artistic pattern. A couple stray globs skimmed the rim, rolling down the outside. It was an odd sight to behold for Sivia; having her companion hunched over a table and dumping her voluminous load into a drinking glass after perfectly covering a pie. Gradually, even Des found herself spent and pushed the glass back into place.

The exhausted huntress took a second to catch her breath, allowing the bound one to see her handiwork. Everything was positively covered in cum. The glass, the pie and the plate it sat on, even a bit of the table too, glistened with pearly white spunk. Sivia fidgeted about, trying to avert her eyes from the spectacle. She found herself unable as Desvaina began to speak.

“How's that for a meal? Aren't you just eager to bite into it?” No response was given. “Fine, I suppose I'll have to make you taste it.”

Des grabbed a spoon, took a portion of the glazed pie, and moved it towards her friend’s mouth. Sivia spun her head about, utterly refusing to open. She was a pouty child who wasn't getting her way. Desvaina moved the spoon in, only for her to turn away; the cycle repeating endlessly. Eventually she grumbled, setting the utensil down.

“Sivia, look, you need to get some food in you. You need the energy.”

“But did you need to cum on it?” Sivia responded sarcastically. 

“The pie has everything you need but protein, so I added some,” Des stated matter-of-factly.

The bound huntress muttered under her breath. “I just don't see the need to jerk off ont-MMHP!”

She was interrupted a spoonful of cum covered pie was shoved into her mouth. Desvaina’s strong hand clamped over her mouth, leaving her unable to expel the food. Forced to taste it, the flavor slowly seeped in. Sweet honey, faint herbs, fruit, and bitter sperm mixed with Sivia’s saliva. It was an oddly alluring mixture, leaving her wanting more as she swallowed it down. The aftertaste too was something else. Lingering hints of Desvaina’s seed drifted across her buds. Beads of sweat began to form along the bound hunter's skin, cock as stiff as ever.

She wanted more, her body craved it, and her friend cracked a smile at her reaction.

“Oooh, that good, huh? How about some more of my special pie?”

Sivia couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes flared a bright purple as her desires took hold. Mouth open wide, tongue extended, she waited. Desvaina was more than happy to give her bite after bite of the cream covered dessert. She smiled as her companion began to moan, surrendering to the taste. Soon, the pie was gone, every bit safely inside Sivia’s belly.

But the hunger remained. Not for pie, but for a certain extra additive. Luckily for the hungry huntress, there was a generous amount left. 

Desvaina laughed. “How starved have you been, Siv? Look how eager you are now… is it that good?” She leaned in close. “Want the glass of my cum poured into your mouth?”

“P-please,” Sivia croaked.

Des smiled slyly. “Since you asked nicely, I don't see why not.”

The glass lifted from the table, inching its way to Sivia. Her tongue reached out, begging for the smallest of drops. Cup tilting, the hungry hunter's violet eyes focused intently on the viscous contents. It slowly rolled out, sticky cum dripping into her maw. Spunk pooling inside, her buds couldn't get enough even as they drowned in it. So creamy, so rich, Sivia savored every bit of it until even she couldn't take it. 

She gulped loudly. The sperm clung to her esophagus, draining steadily into her stomach. Her mind felt dull. Only hazy thoughts passed through it as she gave herself to the sensation. Once it was all gone, all sorted away, Sivia was left panting. Lingering hints of cum sat on her heavy breaths, teasing her. It took the slackening of her bindings to bring her back.

A hand reached into Sivia’s pants, wrapping itself around her womanhood. “Seems my treat went down well. I hope you don't mind I I help myself to yours?”

Their eyes met, intentions passing between them. In an instant, they were wrapped around each other, stumbling for the bedroom. It was going to be a long, eventful ride back to the village.