Riddle me this

Its been about a year since I got here, and I don't really remember exactly how. I remember opening my apartment door and rolling down on to the grass that shouldn't be there and being surrounded by tree's that didn't belong. I remember not being able to breath for the first minute or so before I puked my guts all over the ground, clenching on to my stomach and rolling on to my side. I remember lying there for lord knows how long before finally forcing the crushing head ache from my skull and rising from the ground.

I also remember seeing my bedroom ripped from its usual spot and now resting against three, rather sturdy, trees. So to recap, I had a sickest hang over, I was out in the middle of nowhere, and my apartment pulled a 'Jumper' and threw me someplace else. But I wasn't dead so I guess it was a good day.

I spent the next three days wondering around by myself with a back pack full of clothing and a water bottle, discovering actual water to fill the water bottle with on the second day. My survival skills weren't the best but it doesn't take a Navy Seal to be able to understand what does and what doesn't kill you out in the wild. Know what berries are edible, stay hydrated, look out for markings of wild animals, and run and hide from the seven feet tall, heavily armed women.
Oh yeah, should probably explain that last part.

So here I was, thinking I had found some form of salvation in the form of brown skinned, tall, incredibly attractive women, only for one of them to try and pick me up my collar. But lucky for me I only shop at Wal-mart, so the weight of myself against my shirt caused the fabric to rip and gave me the moment of surprise to run like hell.
But of course they were going to catch me, they were stronger, faster, and knowing me, most likely smarter. But ha ha! I had a trick that they could never see coming!
I jumped into the river.
Yep.

I woke up sometime later, I have no idea how long later but long enough to be in a completely new location. Face up in the water, I pulled myself on to the calm grass of a field, the forest I had been lost in miles away in the distance. It was a wonder that I was still alive, but alive I was.
Once again I pulled myself together, refusing to let up now, with what strength I found in my body I rose from the grass and made myself somewhat presentable as I walked the opposite away of that damn forest.

I saw things on my travels that I chose to just not question or ignore all together. Gorgeous women drabbed in sheep wool sleeping in the fields. Another gorgeous women, only this time with the lower torso of a spider, had tied up some schmuck and was having her way with his junk, sorry buddy but I got to look out for numero uno, ya dig?  Some sort of... Lizard...Women was having a sword fight with another lizard women, only the second ones tail was consumed with fire. And what I could only presume was a herd of centaurs were galloping through the fields some distance away. I didn't think I was in Kansas anymore.

After one more day of travelling by foot I was at my end, the lack of actual food was getting to me and water itself can only take you so far. But luckily for me I had finally found what looked like civilization. It was a town! It smelled like shit and the people looked miserable but it was a town none the less! And sheep and pigs! Normal sheep and pigs!

Knowing I was far from home, I did my best to blend in with my denim jeans and Huey's T-shirt, the closest thing I had to a cloak to conceal myself was my no brand hoodie in my pack, but I'm pretty sure it was still wet and it probably wouldn't help me blend in anymore. I simply went along the trail and ignored the weird looks I got from others.

But thankfully they spoke English, even if their writing was completely different from it. I tried to ask questions, like where the hell this was, the town of Brul on the east boarder was my only response. Any other question I got directed to the local chapel where a kindly bearded priest resided, a man who explained everything to me, and I just had to accept what he told me.

In the world there are two dominant species, humans and monsters. Many many years ago, monsters were horrible creatures that ate the flesh of men and spread chaos and destruction wherever they gathered and the armies of man amassed to stop them when the going got tough. But some time ago, the old demon lord was overthrown and the new head honcho took over. This new demon lord did...Something to the monsters and eventually they started to change. Now monsters take the form of women who seek out men to mate with and make more monsters.  Doesn't sound like such a bad deal if you ignored all the horrible emphasis the priest was putting on it.
A life of sex seems really appealing to many men, so to combat this the church went hard mode Spanish inquisition and made it a sin to lay with monsters. If too many men succumbed to monsters too quickly in too high of numbers, demon realms start to form and you're surrounded by a constant mass orgy and the very lingering smell of fish.

Though I wouldn't mind the sex part, I probably wouldn't be a fan of being held on to like property by many, MANY, of the sub species. And I also wasn't a big fan of the “Being burned alive” by the church part, so I'm just going to do what I'm told and just not mess with the pretty monster ladies all together.
...Unless I wouldn't get caught.

So, with the priest taking some sort of vow of silence for me, I was sent on my way with ten pieces of coin, dry clothing, and the sun at my back. With no hope I ever finding my way back home or having the determination, or smarts, to find out why or how I'm here, I intended to just live a new life. I wasn't really a fan of the hustle and bustle of modern living anyway, I could probably fashion myself a tooth brush out of something, and I could find my own way through life from here. It was a fresh start, a new beginning.

But that was a year ago...

“Here's your sword back, mister.” I proclaimed to the old man as I handed him his old ceremonial blade.
“Oh! Thank you so much!” He cried in gratitude, taking my hand in his and shaking it madly. “I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't returned it!”.
“Yeah, the guy had some buddies, but they brought clubs to a sword fight.” I mentioned to the old timer as he turned back into his house and returned to me with a bag of coin.
“One hundred pieces, as promised!” He announced, dropping the bag into my palm and bowing to me.
“Thank you! Thank you so much! If only all mercenaries would take the time to listen to their elders!”.

“Not a problem.” I told him with a smile. “Money means food and food's food.”.

With one final good bye, I turned away from the small house and back into the streets. I twisted my shoulder back and forth, one of the bastards got me good before I could do him in. But now he's dead and I have a sore shoulder and one hundred more coins to my name, so I guess I win. My attire had changed, though I took good care to sow and repair my clothing, many of it had to be improvised to repair. The hoodie I came here with was now covered in brown and green patches that clashed poorly with the grey material it was made with. I wore light leather over top, the hood itself sticking upwards from the space between the shirt itself and the leather armour. I pushed the sword at my waist to the side to dig my hands into my pockets, the steel of the blade still stained from the battle before hand.

“Man...” I complained with a sigh. “I could really go for a drink...”.  I was tired, there's a lot of work for someone who's willing to go for the small fish in a town like Desare. Though fighting off three angry oafs was enough to warrant a sit on the bench. With a groan, I sat against its hard wood, a sudden sting of pain coursing through my legs as the weight was relieved.
Desare belonged to a nation that wasn't so big on the church, and the two have butted heads a few times with the robe wearing jackasses calling one or two crusades in this nations history. I guess you could say at this point in life I didn't really appreciate the church, especially after one of their 'inquisitors' splattered me with some weird liquid that was supposed to set me on fire, I could have sworn he just tried to douse me in his cum and I almost caved his head in with the wood axe I was carrying around at the time because of it.

But the towns reaction to my immediate survival was enough for the lunatic to back off, though I have put away a few of them in my life time now, safe to say.
My eyes were closed as I reminisced on my new life, only opening to the sound of two people bickering.  I opened my eyes to see two monsters having a rather loud argument. A salamander in the eighties equivalent of female body armour was pointing her clawed hand at what looked like some sort of...Werewolf? The dog lady was wearing very Egyptian themed clothing, a staff in one of her paws and a ornament on her head. She was rather posh about the whole argument, throwing out insults you would hear from English nobility.

From between the two, a man slinked away, sneaking over to the side and taking a seat next to me on the bench.  He sighed, running his hands though his hair, the look of exhaustion clear on his face.

“Tough day?” asked, looking over to him with my hands on my stomach.
“You could say that...” he said with another sigh.

I looked over at the two, still arguing.
“Friends of yours, I presume?”
“... You could say that...”.

I turned my head to get a look at the guy, he looked almost like I did a few months ago.
“Could always be worse.” I said in a attempt to lift his spirits.
“You have no idea...”

“Well, chin up buddy.” I said as I lifted myself from the bench with a grunt. “Least you aren't dead.”
I walked past him with a wave, marching only looking back at him for a moment to spot him eyeing my jeans and hoodie with a look of both confusion and surprise.
I heard one of his monster friends call out his name as they rejoined him. 'Levan', huh? Not the name I would have given him, but a names a name I guess.


The saucy bucket, a stupid name for a pub, but their drinks are cold and they don't taste like piss, so I'll let the name slide I guess. I've been here for too long, the keeper knows me by name and people have somewhat gathered there looking for the “Mercenary with the odd clothes” to help them out.

“Marcus!” Barkeep Gunther bellowed with happiness. “Its good to see you my friend! How are you?”.
“Hey Gunther.” I greeted him, rolling my shoulder as I sat on the stool. He poured me the drink I always order without hesitation, and like always I drop the coins on the table.
“One of the fucks got me good in the shoulder, but other than that, I'm fine.”.

“Oh no!” Gunther acknowledged in sympathy. “But you are okay so that's good!”.
His accent was heavy compared to the English drawl of the rest of the town, he was from far away, from a nation who's name I never bothered to remember.
“Oh, Marcus.” Gunther started again as he leaned in. “There is a man looking for you, he seems to have a very important job for you, better than usual chicken scratch that is!”.

I took a gulp from my drink, following Gunther's eyes and spotting the hooded man at the back of the room, sitting by his lonesome at a table with four chairs.
“Alright, I'll go talk to him.” I said as I chugged down my drink, slamming the mug on to the table and hopping from my stool.

I approached the man, crossing my arms and looking down at him.
“You are...Marcus I presume?” he asked, raising his head from staring at the table.

“That's right.” I said. “Get rid of the hood if you want to talk business...”.

The man nodded, lowering his hood. He was balding, with hair only growing from the sides of his head, it complimented his neatly combed moustache though, a older gentlemen, no younger than fifty, though I don't know why he bothered with the hood.  I sat down on the chair opposite of his, leaning against the table with my forearms.

“I...Have a favour to ask.”.
“I don't do favours, cough up the coin or I'm walking.”

The man cleared his throat. “Well, of course you'll be paid, the job itself is just rather...Strange.”.

“Woah woah there, buddy.” I stopped him, raising my hands. “I don't know what you've heard about me, but I'm not that kind of Merc.”.

“N-no!” he stuttered. “Nothing like that, god no!”
“I need you to...Retrieve something for me...”

I simply stared at him before darting my eyes from left to right.
“Okay?”

He started again. “Its a rather...Ancient artifact-”
“Artifacts usually are.”
“Ahem... I've read about it in many of my books. It is a amulet that is supposed to...Allow you to make someone fall in love with you.”.

“...So.” I started. “You've only read about its existence?”
“Well, of course there is no way to ensure it, otherwise someone else would have found it by now.”

“So!” I started another sentence. “You want me to go travel to lord knows where to drudge up cupids arrow which may or may not exist?”

“I. Am willing to pay!” The man emphasized, lightly banging his hands on the table. “I have discovered its possible location. If you come back alive, with or without the amulet, you will be rewarded. I. Promise. You. That.”.

I leaned back, putting a foot up on the table with a deep breath.
“Man, you really want that amulet.” I stated. With another moment of thought I took a deep breath and shrugged, money was money and in this case I was getting paid no matter what.
“Alright old timer, you got yourself a deal.”.

“Thank you!” He cried in gratitude, shaking my hand almost violently. “You will not regret this decision!”.

The old man gave me his address, one of the few large manors atop the hill on the other side of town. Of course, who else would be able to afford someone for a mission as stupid as this? I downed a few drinks before heading back to my room across the street. If I'm going to die a pointless death, I'm at least going to get a good nights sleep the night before hand.

I left my armour back in my Inn room, the location charted down on the map was deep in no mans land, and a layer of leather isn't going to stop any kind of axe or club or claw a monster is taking with her into battle. Sahagin Desert was a strange place, created by magic many years ago. It was once fields like the rest of the country, but some sort of magic storm turned it into nothing but sand. Though it is interesting to see what ancient Egypt would look like with German architecture. Entering the desert was like entering night from day, sand blowing against your body and face even before the grass fields abruptly ended. I stood at the edge separating the endless fields and farmlands from the just as endless desert ahead. With my hands in my hoodie pockets, I glared off into the distance, good view I had to say. At least if there was a monster around me I'd spot them from miles away. Unless it was a sand worm of course, but sometimes you just can't be lucky.

After the magic storm, most of the usual monsters fled more inland, which of course made a few more demon realms pop up. Though with them gone, new inhabitants migrated. Girtablilu, Sand worms, and Ignis to name a few.

I looked down at my equipment, a large water bottle for obvious reasons and a flask for another obvious reason. Travelling light would be my best bet, it wasn't intensely hot in the desert, it was quite cool to be honest, with the normal temperate weather of the country and the constant wind blowing through the sands, I don't think I would have too much of a hassle finding the place.

I followed the map step for step through the sand, glancing away from it occasionally to get my barings and watch out for any kind of monster. Even with the wind and the partially cloudy skies I could feel a slight layer of sweat drip down my back. I coughed into my hand, tugging at my collar and twisting my neck from side to side. I could practically feel the demonic energy touching my skin and going into my pours. It was light, but it was enough to notice, it filled my head with dirty thoughts for a couple seconds at a time. It wasn't enough to be unbearable, but there were enough magical monsters here to spread it.

“This is it.” I said to myself some time later, looking over what was once a proud manor. It was crumbled and buried in sand, but a lot of it still seemed inhabitable, just not the left wing or possibly the basement. A nobleman's house if I've ever seen one, at least it was many years ago.
It was almost amazing how well kept it seemed, no broken windows, no busted down doors, nothing...Something obviously lived here.

I didn't bother knocking, the door was unlocked and I was hoping that whatever was in here didn't notice I was around until long after I was gone. The inside wasn't as well kept as I had expected. The main hall was the usual noble affair, with a large staircase leading to the second floor surrounded by entryways and side tables on the main floor.

With each step, the floor creaked loudly, causing me to grimace and cringe, I had hoped that no one would be home. A home that I would learn was misplaced.

“Who dares enter my domain!?” A voice bellowed from atop the stairs. My heard turned to the sound, spotting the culprit. A women, obviously a monster, squatted at the top, balancing herself on two golden coloured paws. She glared at me with two ocean blue eyes, with two feline ears similar coloured to her paws. Her hair was a short, light brown to compliment her tanned skin and her rather impressive bust size. Her tail swishing back and forth behind her and a sly smirk never leaving her face.

I looked back at her, my eyes meeting hers. “You're a long way from home, Werecat.”.

The comment through her off balance. “I-I'm not a Werecat you cretin!” She shouted.
“I! Am a Sphinx!” She announced her title proudly, pressing a paw against the black top that covered her breasts and pretty much nothing else, her lower half being concealed behind a rather revealing bikini held together with golden straps and her belly covered in some sort of silver lining tattoo.

“Is that just another word for Werecat?” I asked her, putting my hands at my side. She was obviously miffed at my comment, her lower lip pouted and her tail standing on end.
“You dare mock me in my own domain!?” She attempted to roar, but her voice broke and squeaked with her sentence.
I raised my brow as she hopped down the stairs, stomping over to me and pressing her body against mine as if to issue a challenge. Save to say her rather voluptuous form wasn't helping the fact that I had been drizzling in demon energy for about half a day.

“Just for that! I will make sure you don't leave this place again!” She announced, taking a step back.

“You don't say...”

She nodded, her paws at her sides. “I issue a challenge! A game if you will! A game of riddles!”.
“Riddles?”
“Riddles!”

I took a step back and crossed my arms. “A game of riddles you say?”

“Thats right!” She proclaimed “Three of the most mind boggling riddles that not even a scribe could over come! And once you lose you'll be inflicted with the mummies curse and become my slave!”.

“And if...You lose?” I ask.
“Then I will be hit with the mummies curse, but I assure you that will not happen!”.

“I don't think the curse is permanent.” I informed her.
“I know that!” She hissed, stomping her fuzzy foot on the ground. “But it will be just enough time to make you obsessed with me!” She cried, holding her hands to her cheeks as if she was lost in a day dream.

I shrugged. “Alright, fine. I'll play your little riddle game.”.

The Wereca-, I'm sorry, the Sphinx chuckled, snapping her claws once. I was suddenly surrounded by a purple aura, almost like a scentless miasma, must be the curse.

She cleared her throat. “I, Cleo! Challen-

“Pfffff.” I interrupted with a low laugh. “You're name is 'Cleo'? Really?”

“Silence!” She shouted, waving her paw in my face, a visible tint of red now on her face.
“I, Cleo! Challenge you!..Um....”
“Marcus...”
“I Challenge You, Marcus! To a game of riddles!”.

“Alright, fine. Lay em on me.”.

She cleared her throat again, turning her body to face me completely.

“Okay Marcus, riddle me this!...What! Is black and white and red all over!?”.

My face suddenly turned to a frown of both surprise and disappointment.
“Are...Are you serious?”

“Hmmhmmm!” She giggled. “So you are unable to answe-”
“Its a newspaper...”
“W-what?”
“Its a newspaper...I didn't even know you guys had those.”.


“That's...” She stuttered, bringing a claw up to her lip. “That's correct...”.
Cleo's eyes darted around the room, almost as though she was stumped. I guess she never expected me to get passed the first one.

Suddenly she snapped her claws again, her face brightening up once more.
“Heehee! I let you off on a easy one because I feel sorry for you, but now its time to take off the kid socks-”
“Kid gloves...”
“Nyyygg-Whatever!”

She stomped her foot once more, narrowing her eyes on me.
“You use a knife to slice my head but weep when I am dead. What am I?”

I simply stared at her in disbelief, was this girl for real? There's no god damn way.
“You're...You're serious, aren't you?”.

“Stop stalling! If you can't answer then just admit defeat and become my slave!” she cried, pressing a claw against my chest.

I thought the Sphinx were supposed to be really smart, or is this considered “Smart” in these lands? Maybe she's a rookie... I can't believe I'm even wasting my time with this.
“An onion...” I answered.

Cleo tripped, losing her balance at my answer. “H-how! How did you get two in a row!?” She asked in disbelief.

“You really are serious...” I muttered, putting my palm against my forehead.

Cleo glared back at me, her hair and fur standing on end. She was nervous, angry, and frustrated with this whole situation.

“How about this...” I offered. “You just tell me where I can find a amulet that makes people fall in love and I'll walk away. We'll call the whole thing off and no one will get hit with the curse.”.

“Tsh.” She clicked her tongue. “Typical. Don't got the guts to go through with it so you want to cut and run! Everything valuable from this building was already stashed away in my bedroom anyway.”.

“Bedroom huh? Somewhere upstairs then?”
“Like you'll ever find out!” Cleo hissed, preparing herself like she was going to spring out and attack.
“Now for the final riddle!” she announced. “The impossible question!”.

She took a deep breath before practically shouting the riddle. “What happens when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object!?”.

Oh man, that was actually a tough one. Was there even a right answer for this one? I could feel myself starting to sweat, and not just because of all the demonic energy in the air. Cleo took notice of this, her look of determination turning to a sly smirk and a soft giggle. Her tail wished back and forth behind her triumphantly.

“Do you give up?” She cooed at me, barely able to contain the excitement of having found herself a new play thing.

“No.” I told her, gears turning in my head. What the hell is the answer to this one? Is this one of those philosophical no right answer questions? Did she cheat me!? I crossed my arms again and closed my eyes, humming softly to myself until...Until... That's it!

I opened my eyes, looking directly at Cleo's, a smirk equal to hers appearing on my face.

“They surrender...”

The room stood in silence, like a gun duel was just about to erupt. The purple miasma surrounding me didn't seem to know what to do for the time being before pulling itself from my body, and then smashing into Cleo's chest with enough force to push her off her feet.
She yelped in surprise, fallowed by a long, arduous howl. Her body lied squirming and fidgeting on the floor, her breath heavy and her tail wagging behind her frantically.

“I...I lost!” She moaned, rubbing her shoulder with her paw, her breath filled with slight, soft moans with every inhale.

“Yeah well, tough luck.” I boasted, walking passed her and towards the stairs.

“W-wait!” She cried, grabbing on to my pant leg. “You c-can't leave m-m-me like this!”.

“Sorry lady, but a jobs a job, you understand.” I taunted, much to my own bodies disappointment, with all that energy pouring into me, I had no idea how I found the strength to resist the opportunity like this, I guess it was pride.

I hopped up the stairs, leaving the squirming Cleo behind me, looking right first to find a shut door and then left, to find a ajar door with light pouring through. Approaching the door, I pushed it open with two fingers, letting it creak until it tapped against the wall behind it.

It was surprising to say the least. A rather compact bedroom, one you would see a teenage girl back on earth dwell in. The walls were decorated with a very pink wall paper with violet flowers spaced between one another. The furniture was a normal noble child's things, with decorated shelves and a large, frilly, fluffy bed with several pillows and two blankets spread neatly over the mattress, a teddy bear resting against the pillow closest to the wall. I never really saw a Sphinx as a girly type, but Cleo either renovated the room herself or took a liking to it and maintained it when she moved in.

I stepped inside, my boots making a loud thunk against the wood below. My eyes scanned over the room, at the back was a desk with a large mirror and many expected accessories. Beside the mirror was a golden lock box, the key resting in the hole, I must have showed up when she was opening or closing it.  With a gentle twist of the key, the box unlocked and opened, revealing the amulet that matched the old mans descriptions.

I looked down on it, a frown forming on my face as I lifted it for examination.

“Its a keepsake...” I muttered to myself, a sudden wave of guilt smashing into my stomach like a punch to the gut.
I sighed, placing the amulet back in the box and closing it. I can't take this, it obviously means something special to Cleo, it wouldn't be right. I may be a Merc, but that doesn't make me a god damn thief.

I took a step away from the desk, looking down at the box once more before turning around to head outside. But my advance was suddenly blocked off when I reached the door, Cleo had found the strength to pull herself up the stairs and into her room. Her eyes were misty and her breath was heavy, her tail swished back and forth playfully. Her eyes met with mine, licking her lips and forming a wide smile as she took a step towards me.

“Marcus, you bad boy...” She sighed, closing in the distance between us. I took a step back in tandem with her advances, for some reason her reaction to the mummy curse sent chills down my spine, like a hungry predator cornering its prey.
“Entering a ladies room without permission after leaving her unattended... That's so mean.” She cooed, raising her pawns and pushing against my chest. I fell against her bed with a bounce, Cleo crawling on to the bed after me. I could hear her purring as she crawled closer and closer, her hands expertly swiping against my belt and pulling off both them and my sword before I could even finish blinking.

“L-look, Cleo.” I stammered, raising my hands and pleading her to stop as she finally straddled me.
“C'mon, we barely know each other, I'm not a prude or anything but can we at least talk about thi-hmmph-”. She cut off my sentence by pressing her lips against mine, a soft purr still audible and the sudden taste of her saliva entering my mouth with her forcing her tongue through my lips.

Her tongue itself was rough, but still felt nice and gentle. I could feel her grind against me, her tongue wrestling with mine and the constant sound her of sweet little purrs like music to my ears.
All of this mixed with demonic energy with the air. Lust didn't just kick reason to the curb, it beat reason to death with a large iron bar and told rationality that he's next.

My eyes rolled upwards, like a thousand little sparks going off in my mind, the tingling sensation flowing over my entire body and the sudden tightness of my pants. Fuck it, whatever, if I can't bring the amulet back for full price, I may as well get another kind of reward for my selflessness and heroic tendencies.
My hand wrapped around her fluffy tail, stroking it once was enough to force a small yelp from her. I began returning her sudden aggravated assault against my mouth, kissing in sync with her. She finally pried her mouth from my own, taking in a deep breath, that wide smile never leaving her face.

She sat up, placing her paws against her short top and slowly pulling it upwards. She teased me with the show and she knew that, she narrowed her eyes, softly giggling as she suddenly froze. My heart began to slam in my chest, my brain and groin screaming at her to reveal her body to me.

Finally she relented, lifting her covers and allowing her breasts to fall freely in front of my eyes, throwing her top across the room. My heart was now on the loose, like a wild animal trying to claw its away out of the cage. I don't know if it was the heat of the moment or all the shit in the air, but they looked absolutely perfect to me.

When her paws slowly trailed down to what little form of pants she had, she teased once more. But my body would have none of it. As her claws dangled against the golden chains I lunged forward, causing her to let out a loud meow in surprise. My hands pressed against her sides as I kissed her chest lovingly, almost worshipping her skin like she was a god.

“H-hey, Marcus!” She cried, wrapped her arms around my head. “Not so rough!”.

I ignored her pleas, lowering my head to press my tongue against her fit, slender stomach and trailing it around her navel before licking her body upwards until my tongue made contact with her nipple.

Her purrs turned into soft yelps and meows as I sucked and bit her lightly, my right hand now fondling and playing with her other breast. Her body tasted so sweet, so nice to me, and the moans and meows coming from her lips were more loving than any orchestra. I still had one free hand, brushing it against her side and to her spine before caressing her downwards and back to her tail, which I took in hand and swished gently.

Cleo, her eyes now closed and her mouth pressed against my forehead, shivered and trembled under the assault of all these sensations, before finally giving away and letting out a loud, long howl and biting down against my shoulder, digging her fangs into my flesh.

“Nnnngh!” I grunted, pulling myself away from her and clenching my teeth. Cleo's eyes lulled open and came to life, her ears sticking on end as she opened her mouth and pushed herself away from my shoulder, blood now visible through my hoodie.

“I'm sorry!” She apologized profusely, bringing a paw up to her mouth in thought before coming to the conclusion to just help mend the wound. She pulled my clothes off and tossed them to the side, looking  at the four wounds with blood trickling from each around the less serious red marks from her duller teeth. She began to lick them without hesitation, her tongue rough yet soothing to the skin.

“Its fine...” I sighed, twisting my neck to the side with a audible crack. “You didn't do any real damage anyway.”.

Cleo stopped licking the wound, looking back into my eyes. Her breath was still heavy from my little assault, a soothing pitch of cute little gasps was enough to make my heart stop. Finally her vision moved to my pants, a look of confusion coming over her face when she realized she didn't know what the hell was going on down there, what with the whole zipper thing and all.

I followed her vision, making a quick “Oh.” before unbuckling and unzipping myself for her. She reached into my underwear, almost greedily, wrapping her surprisingly soft paw around my cock and pulling it from its little hiding hole.

Without even a second of hesitation, she lowered herself on to me, wrapping her lips around my member and gently licking the head. I wasn't expecting it to be so...Smooth. It was rough, but nowhere near as rough as I thought it would feel. She moved her lips up and down slowly, gulping every time she pushed down on it.

I found myself lying with the back of my head against one of Cleo's pillows, my palms against my forehead and my breath suddenly heavy.
“Jesus...” I gasped. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Cleo noticed my reaction, opening her eyes to look up at me with a giggle before pushing forward again, deep throating it with a slight gag. My brain was pretty much being punched in the face by my junk at this point, all of the warnings the Church had spread around about the evils of monsters and even the warnings about certain monster girls from the more lenient nations. But now that I think about it, I'm not even part of 'this' human race, so they can take their warnings and blow me. This feels amazing.

I managed to force myself up by my forearms, Cleo having pulled herself away from my cock, drool now dripping down her mouth. Her breath continued to become heavier and heavier as she crawled on top of me once more, wrapping her arms around my neck and licking my collarbone and the front of my neck. I could see where this was going, reaching behind her to unhook the small golden straps that kept her...Underwear? Together.

I threw the piece of cloth across the room with the rest of the clothing, straightening myself out right before Cleo pressed her lips against mine once more in another tender kiss.
She pulled away, her breathing now frantic and her eyes a mix of doziness and lust. She grabbed on to my cock gently with two of her claws, guiding it towards her now moist womanhood.

I could feel the pressure against the tip and the sudden mixture of wetness and heat. I looked up at Cleo, with her closed eyes and her pursed lips as she slowly lowered herself on to me. It was a tight fit, with time around me practically stopping as this so called Monster Girl lowered herself on to me at a snails pace, her tail straight in the air.

I pressed my fingers against her sides, forcing a yelp from her lips. She almost whined as I helped her down, though with all the demonic energy in the air I was fighting off my own spasms of sensations and emotions, I didn't even want to know what she was going through under that mummy's curse.

With one final ounce of courage, Cleo found it in herself to drop down on top of me, an overwhelming sense of tightness and wetness overcame my rod as I penetrated deep inside her. Cleo let out another soft whine, pressing her paws against my stomach as she raised herself up from my cock and then dropped herself back down slowly.

I caressed her sides softly from her waist to her ribs, letting out a silent grunt with each of her movements. Cleo arched her back forward now with each movements, grinding against me with every second thrust until she began to pick up speed. She meowed with every pounding of our skin, my hands pushing from her sides to her breasts, fondling them almost lovingly.

I could feel the pressure build up inside me, an unbearable tingling sensation coursed through my pelvis. I wanted to sit up, but the weight of Cleo's body with her paws on my chest was preventing me from doing so. I would just have to grit my teeth and deal with neither being able to slow her down nor pace myself.

I felt my muscles clench, the unbearable feelings rushing to the head of my dick like a damn water hose. My hands moved away from her breasts and back to her sides as I came inside her. Cleo froze up, her body twitching and her eyes wide opened. She made a sound that could only be described as a squeak right before falling over on to the bed beside me, mewing softly and writhing her legs against the sheets.

I was panting, running a hand through my air and looking up at the ceiling. My cock was still hard, twitching against the sudden breeze after being pulled from its little shelter. There was a numb pain to it, I don't know if it was the demonic e-, yeah it was the demonic energy.
It was practically screaming at me. “Are you fucking kidding me, man? Get back in there, we aint done.”.
With Cleo's weight no longer against my body, I sat up and flipped my self over so I was crouched on my knees. I looked back at Cleo who was still softly mewing and caressing herself. The body of a goddess, or at least that's what my brain and my junk was telling me. Thin, slender, but curved in just the right places, not to mention that tint of chocolate brown on her skin was driving me wild and not to mention her cat tail and ears wagging and tweaking so cutely, I'm going back in captain!

I reached down, wrapping my hands around each side of Cleo's hips and pulling her on to her paws and knee's. Her ears raised, a mew of confusion leaving her mouth as I steadied her and aligned my cock with her drenched folds and pushed myself into her.
She meowed loudly in surprise, her tail wagging and slapping against my chest as I began to thrust into her.
“M-Marcus!?” She cried out looking back at me. “H-hey-ah, no so-eek- rough!”.

I leaned over and kissed her neck gently, enough to apparently send her over the edge as she eeped and bit down on her lower lip.
“Just returning the favour.” I joked, picking up the pace as I pounded into her and grinded against her. I could feel her legs tremble under the pressure, her voice becoming more and more high pitch as all she could do was mew and moan until finally she buckled and fell against the sheets, digging her teeth into her blanket.

I kept her raised from behind, pounding away as all she could do was wheeze and pant.
“Okay...” she whispered. “You-ah, you win, I can-ah~ I can't take -eep~, I can't take it anymore. P-p-please, slow down!”.

I grinned, feeling like a warrior who had just overcome a powerful enemy.  I hunched over, releasing my grip on her waist and supporting myself against the bed as I pressed my tongue against her tail bone and dragged it along her spine until I reached between her shoulder blades.

She squirmed from start to finish, letting out a long scream as her entire body trembled and shivered. I could feel the impact of her leg kicking against the bed behind me and the sudden squeezing of her inside walls against my rigid prick.

It caught me off guard, suddenly losing my sense of confidence as once again I poured inside her, only this time she had no breath left inside her to scream, only to wheeze, her head falling against the bed below with her mouth wide open.

I pulled myself out from inside her, my white spunk slowly dripping from her.
“Hell...” I choked, rubbing my neck. “I didn't think I was going that hard...”.

Cleo pushed herself weakly from the bed below, turning her body to look at me again, her breath still heavy and her eyes glazed over. She crawled to turn her body to face mine, advancing and pulling herself up to my level with the support from my shoulders before pressing her lips against mine.

It was a sweet kiss, no tongue, just our lips together as she moaned softly and gently. She pulled her lips away only to kiss me twice more and looking into my eyes.
I gulped down, no words had to be said, leaning forward and gently lowering her back against the bed.

Once again I guided myself inside her, Cleo gasping into my ear as I penetrated her again. I pressed my mouth against her neck, thrusting myself gently inside of her and listening to her soft moans with each push.

She arched her hips forward to meet her motion with mine, her eyes closed and her voice soft. I felt pain running down my back, her claws scratching slowly across my skin and her fangs digging lightly into my other shoulder. I could feel her pull herself tighter against me, our bodies pressed together and our motions perfectly in synch. I don't really know what I got myself into with this, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it. Soft, intimate, like something you see in some romance movie near the end.

Cleo looked into my eyes, moving her arms from using my back as a scratch post and wrapping them around my neck, pulling my head closer to hers and locking us in another tender kiss. I guess one way or another I got myself into something I'm really in no rush to escape from.

Once again my motions became faster, thrusting into her with a picked up pace and the sounds of her moans and meows filled my ears again like the sweetest music. She pulled her lips away, arching her head back and letting out moan after moan as I squeezed one of my hands between us and began playing with her breast and nipple.
“Marcus...” She began to repeat in gasps. Her body went limp, falling flat on the matress and her hands unlocking from behind me. She brought a claw up to her lips in case she needed something to bite down on.

My grunts began to get louder and louder as my entire body began to seize up. With one final thrust I once again came inside, my only body weakly keeping itself from falling on top of her.
I pushed myself to the side and fell down on the mattress, rolling over onto my back beside Cleo. I didn't have any energy to keep going and the burning in my loins began to fade away, it seems like I appeased some test through all of this.

Cleo laid beside me, still quivering from our little escapade. She opened her eyes and looked at me sliding closer towards me and pressing her supple body against me. She nuzzled her head against my chest, not saying a word and wrapping her arms me. I responded by wrapping an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her close the best I could. My eyes were half closed and fluttering, I never felt so exhausted in my life. No words were uttered and we both drifted to sleep.

I scrunched my face at the sudden realization that I was no longer asleep with no idea what woke me up. The weight of my eyelids and the scratching feeling in my eyes caused me to only open one. I scanned my eye through the darkness, the door leading into the bedroom no longer emitted the light of day time. It must have been out for a few hours.

I sighed, rubbing one of my eyes with my hand and taking in a deep breath through my nose. The sound of the wind brushing against the former mansion that broke up the utter silence of the desert outside was soothing. The sound of inhales and quiet purring was coming from beside me, Cleo was still fast asleep, her arms wrapped around me and her head against my chest. I didn't even notice the blanket that was thrown over us at first, Cleo probably woke up and pulled it over both of us when I was still asleep.

Even with the sleep I got, I was still tired and had no intention of getting up or slipping out the door. Simply, I slunk back into bed, repositioning myself and getting comfortable, which was easy enough on this bed, without waking Cleo up from her little cat nap.
I gave her head a single stroke with my palm, brushing both ears and placing my hand back on her shoulder, a warm smile appearing on her sleeping face before she nuzzled her head against my chest.

“Whatever...” I whispered to myself, lowering my head against the pillow and drifting back off to sleep.



The old man opened his door to a sight of an unhappy me, my arms crossed as I played my best role yet.
“You sent me all the way into enemy territory for this?” I asked him as I presented a normal old silver wristband with a heart shaped jewel encrusted to it.  It was a throwaway Cleo gave me before I headed back to civilization. We were both reluctant to let me go at first, but having a human in monster territory was just asking for trouble, besides, as long as I stay clear out of Church grounds she can come visit me whenever.
“Wait...But.” The old man stuttered. The amulet he was after did indeed exist, and it did indeed make people fall in love with you...Using demonic energy. Which in turn would turn said person into a succubus over the course of a few weeks. No way in hell I'm throwing that WMD back into the world.

“Alright, alright, I'll make you a deal.” I said to him, motioning him with my hands to tell him to calm down.
“Just give me the contract pay and I'll call it even.”.

“Y-yes, of course!” The man stumbled, gesturing to one of his assistants to run for my money. Hah, he has assistants.

I walked away while juggling the bag of coins in my hand, humming happily to myself. Was a good last few days I might say so myself, though I kind of feel bad for the guy what with not getting the actual amulet and all.
Oh well, he's super rich, maybe he should just puff up his chest and go back into the dating scene.

Though I wouldn't mind visiting Cleo again, but chances are going back so soon means that I'm going to get swallowed up by some Sand Worm tracking my scent or whatever other monster currently looking for me.

Maybe I'll go get a drink instead, a drink sounds good.