Sphinx Marriage

The sands of the desert hummed with the heat of the noon sun.

'God. Fucking. Damn it.'

A group of sandworms destroyed (and presumably "married" every male) the caravan you were hired to guard.

Then, a recent bandit attack left your canteen drained and your reserve canteens slashed open.
Lucky bastard with a scimitar got you on the arm, too.
The wound still stings.

You thought about drinking your own blood, tried it, and spat it out immediately.

1. You weren't sure about the detrimental effects to your health drinking your own blood could bring

2. It tasted really shitty. Maybe you should eat more fruit.

'Was the fruit thing for cum, or blood...?'

You shrugged off the thought.

As of late, (before the desert caravan guard thing) you'd been feeling sort of...
Down. Depressed, even.

While some of your pals might've suggested to you;

"Oy, mate, just shag a monster girl! There's plenty of 'em that'd wanna fuck a virgin, hah!"

And while gratuitous amounts of sex sounds like it would do wonders for your psyche, none of the manomo where you lived really... clicked with you.

Sure, they were all beautiful, stunningly so.
But you were looking for something else.
Something... Exotic.

You told your friends this and they laughed.

"Exo'ic? Mayt, they're all fuckin' exo'ic!"

You didn't know how to describe it.
You just wanted your first time to really... Stun you.

Ignoring these memories, you moved on to current affairs.
Such as, dying in the middle of nowhere, covered by sand.
Fucking sand...

After walking for what felt like an eternity you spotted something on the horizon.

Is that...?
Hot damn.
A pyramid!

You'd never thought you'd see one in your lifetime.
When guarding the caravan, the planned route didn't have a single pyramid even close to it!

With renewed vigour, you sprinted towards the growing dot on the horizon.

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Here you were, before a mighty pyramid, panting and kneeling.
Just in time, too, the sun was starting to set.
Then it dawns on you.
(Or should I say dusks on you because it's now dusk heeheeeee)

Why did you even go near the pyramid?
Your client had told you that pyramids have powerful manomo inside, and outside them.

'To hell with it,' you thought, 'I'd rather die in here than in the sand.'
You took a deep breath and stepped towards th-

*CLONK.*

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"Owwnnghh....." You groaned.

You were tied to a stone altar, in a room lit by torches.
Naked.
Oh shit, were you going to get sacrificed?

"Well, well~! By the sounds of it, my catch has woken up!"

You can hear footsteps coming from behind your head.
You can hear sniffing noises too.

"Mmm~! By the smell of it, my little catch is a virgin!"
You can hear the voice snickering.
Bitch.

She walks around to the front of you.
Oh, shit.

It's a Sphinx.
Sphinxes are known to rape their "husbands" and only stop when they can answer a question right.

"Me-ow~! Looks like my husband-to-be is well hung..."
She starts eyeing your genitals, licking her lips.

"You're not going to make me buy a wedding ring, are you?"
You say to her.
Smooth.

"Oh, hubby (hubby? Really?), of course not! Why would I when we can just..."

...she walked up to your ear.

Seeing her sway her hips as she walks over to your ear gives you a fairly veiny hard-on.

"...fuck like wild animals?"
Oh, how erect you are.

She licks your ear and starts stroking your fleshrod.

You're already dripping with pre as she straddles you.

"Mmhm~ Someone's excited..."
She coos.

Inch by inch she lowers herself onto your erection, biting her lip and quivering as she does so.

Once she's taken in your entire length, she moves her hips gently, closing her eyes and softly moaning.

She increases in speed and starts bouncing on your hard-on, holding onto your shoulders as she does so.

By now she's completely violating you, with you nearing an orgasm.

She senses this, and starts to egg you on.

"Cum inside me~! Marry me~! Impregnate me~! Fuck me~!

You gladly oblige her demands, and cum inside of her sopping wet cunt.

The two of you are left panting and sweating, basking in the afterglow.

You're just about ready to fall asleep, but your "newly wedded wife" disagrees.

She smiles at you and says "we're not done yet, hubby (hubby? Again? Really?), not until you can answer this question!"

She picks up a scroll from the side of the altar and unrolls it.

It's written in hieroglyphics.

...

Ahh, what the hell, some sex will do you some good...