King of the Ring

My name is Marcus. About a year ago I found myself and a part of my apartment torn out of the building and thrown into a new world. A world that seems to be trapped in some strange medieval fantasy with knights and warriors and legends of all shapes and sizes. Even monsters...Well, not monsters like you would think. Years ago, long before anyone was even alive, a powerful succubus overthrew the old demon lord and took his place, over generations the monsters that once fought man to a stand still mutated and evolved until they were all made entirely out of females who relied on humans to procreate. Now what was once a war of domination turned into a war of lust and sex as monsters spread, humanity continues to fight itself, and the church struggles to keep nations in line.

I never thought about going back home, to earth. I'm not smart enough to find out how and even if there was a way, chances are I would have to go somewhere I would regret going. I have no problems with monsters, the ones I have met myself seem to be pretty pleasant. Not to mention my...Relationship with a Sphinx named Cleo. Now I spend my days as a sword for hire, catching the tasks other mercs are too high and mighty to do, business has been good, up until it suddenly ran dry. Peace time is bad time for the man with the sword I guess.

Crime rates at an all time low, blossoming peace with neighbouring countries, and no monster daring to make their claim in human lands means all I get to do is help with yard chores and help the elderly for chump change. With all things considered, at the very least the church can't operate here.

I sighed to myself, sitting against the wall with my legs crossed. I dangled the pouch of coins in front of me. Fifty pieces, enough for either a room or a meal, not both. Finally my luck has run out, and here I thought I would get famous doing this shit.
“Jeez...” I muttered to myself. “Maybe I should just call it quits and find work on a farm...Or try my luck in the demon realm and move in with Cleo.”.

I stood up, pushing my arms and shoulders back until my back popped three times. With hands in my patched up hoodie I made my way down the street. I was hesitant to stay in the old forgotten manor with that damn Sphinx. With all that demonic energy in the air and other monsters catching on to my scent, living there in peace would have been a pretty daunting task. I still visit her, every now and then. She doesn't even bother with the riddles anymore and just afflicts herself with the mummies curse. She seems to like it that way.

“May as well drink my last coins away...” I grumbled, heading my way towards my favourite tavern. Hell, maybe Gunther will even spot me just this once.
As I approached the tavern, I noticed a poster on the wall that wasn't there this morning. 'Fight of the century!' the boasted proudly in bold letters, a painted picture of a man standing atop a pile of unconscious men, his mitten hands raised in the air and gold falling from the heavens.
“Take your best shot at the reigning champion for a grand prize of everything in the pot... Become a legend in the biggest boxing event of the year?” I read the poster out loud to myself. “Fifty coin entrance fee...” I looked back down at the pouch at my side. My last fifty could get me into this boxing tournament. I gave it some though, crossing my arms and closing my eyes. Hell, I didn't even know boxing was a thing here... Everything in the pot to the victor huh? That could be thousands of coin, I could get myself a stretch of land with that kind of money! A house! I could stop jerking around from Inn to Inn like a god damn squatter. I lost myself in the fantasy of living in a place of my own, my feet up, a book in my hands and a pipe in my mouth before a warm, crackling fire place.

How tough could this champion be, really? I'm in the best shape I've ever been! Half a year of farm work and another half a year sword swinging, running, and lifting has made me quite the monster in my own right in quite the short time. Just gotta make sure I don't get hit too much and I dish out some quick jabs and hooks and I'm good to go! I psyched myself up, pumped, I could practically see my new home before me. I looked at the poster one last time before nodding with a wide grin. All I needed was a ring side manager!

“A boxing manager?” Gunther repeated my words in the form of a question, washing down his counter with a damp cloth. “I do not know, friend Marcus. I am simple barkeep, not barking fighty guy!”.

“C'mon, Gunther.” I practically begged. “You're my only real friend in this shit hole. Theres no one else I can trust with this.”.

“Well...”

“Look at it like this.” I said to him, leaning over the counter. “If I get my ass kicked, you lose nothing and I'm out fifty coins. But if I win...If I win, you're known as the barkeep who managed a no name shmuck to greatness! Customers will flock to your tavern in droves!”.

Gunther beamed at my proposition, like the answers to the world had just been revealed to him.
“You have deal then, friend Marcus!” He cried, raising his hand for a shake, which I returned with enthusiasm.

“Becka!” Gunther cried out, a goblin came running from the kitchen.
“Yeah, boss!?” She cried back, hopping up on a stool.
“I go to big city with friend Marcus, make big bucks then come back after punching stupid people in mouth.  You watch place!”.

“No problem, boss!” Becka announced with a salute.

“I pack things, friend Marcus. You get ready as well!”.

We left as soon as we could, a couple days trek to the city of Aladon on the other side of the province. The capitol city was quite the sight, with buildings that I wasn't even aware were possible to build in this world. People marched through the streets and shopped, monsters walked around freely, town criers yelled about the big fights happening in the central arena, a place once used for showings of gladiatorial death matches many years ago.

Gunther and I made our way to the centre of the city, pushing passed the crowds gathering, eager to see the upcoming beat down coming up. Gunther spotted the registry first, tugging on the arm of my hoodie before pointing me towards it.

A rather stoutly fellow manned the table, his head was shaved and he had a long scar running from one eye all the way to the back of his head, I didn't want to ask how he got it.

“Name.” he barked.
“Marcus.”
“Manager...”
“Gunther.”.

“Welcome to the ring, Marcus. You ready to get your ass kicked?” The man asked, leaning forward to shake my hand before plopping back down on his chair.

“That bad, huh?” I asked him.
“One hundred guys in ten days. Champion hasn't even broken a sweat.”.

Shit, one hundred guys. I'm starting to doubt my odds here, but then again that's five thousand coins, more than I was previously expecting.

“Well, we all die someday, right?” I joked, or at least thought I was joking, dropping my coin pouch on to the table, he looked inside, not even bothering to count it all, like he just knew it was the right amount.
“Go on back and get yourself some trunks if you don't got your own, best of luck to ya, lad.”.

First boxing, now trunks? This world surprises me every day doesn't it?

I sat in the locker room, shadow boxing in front of the mirror. I can do this, at least I think I can. I watched plenty of boxing matches back in my day and I even did it for about a year during high school. I got this...I got this...I probably don't got this.

Gunther seemed nervous as well, sitting on the bench and fidgeting his thumbs. He looked up at me for only a quick second before looking back at the ground, as if to say “You can still back out.”. I'm not backing out, this is my last chance to make some actual bank and not starve to death before business picks up again.

I stopped my shadow boxing, standing up straight and looking myself in the mirror. I smiled, checking myself out like a typical jock would. I never realized how muscular I had gotten over the year, with visible pectorals and abs, not to mention my shoulders and biceps.

“Challenger.” I heard being yelled from the end of the locker room, leading into the arena itself. “Ready up.”.

I took a deep breath, looking down at the red gloves, its now or never. I marched up the ramp, Gunther tagging along behind me, the end of the long archway was bright, and I could hear the thunderous shouts of the crowed on the other side. I was blinded by the sudden light of the sun, the arena had no roof and it was still mostly sand and pillars from its original purpose. In the centre was a ring, it looked almost exactly like the ones from back home save for a few imperfections.

“Challenger, making his way to the ring!” A voice boomed from above. “Will he be just another tally on the champs belt!? Or will he walk away with glory and the pot!? Introducing, Marcus!”.

The crowed thundered with cheers and claps and stomps of feet as I marched towards the ring, for a second my heart slowed its rapid beat, a sense of pride overflowing my body while I pulled myself up and over the ropes. No wonder people did this professionally. The cheers of the crowed, the promise of glory, it was a damn thrill seeker.

“And, his opponent!” The announcer cried. “The current champion. She has bested one hundred men and does not show any signs of slowing down! Introducing! The Green Croc! Abigail!”

Wait...She!?
At the other side of the ring climbed my opponent, a green robe thrown over her matched by green mitts, she threw her robe aside and raised her fists to the cheering crowed, a cocky smirk never leaving her face. It took me a second to nice the just as green tail swishing behind her, matched by her green, talon'd feet and the green fins that make up her ears. A lot of green on this women. She suddenly glared at me with her golden crocodile eyes, causing me to jump slightly.

Not only was the champ a women, but a monster as well? How the hell does someone like this even get into the circuit!? A damn Lizard girl punched her way to glory and is now carrying the belt.

“Fighters! Make your way to the centre of the ring!” The announcer cried and we obeyed.

I stood only a few feet away from her, a referee standing between the two of us. I looked her up and down, my eye suddenly twitching at her attire. She was hot, smoking hot, a slender, muscular build girls back home would fucking kill for. Her gorgeous golden eyes complimented her beautiful face, not to mention her breasts were very noticeable, though not as large as Cleo's, they definitely did not look unappealing hugged between what I believed was a sports bra. Also green, who'da figure. Her brown hair was tied back into a short pony tail behind her, swishing with her every movement.

She laughed at me. “Intimidated by my form, are you?” She asked.
I looked up at her eyes, a blank expression on my face. “Yes...Intimidated. And nothing else.”.

“Okay, here are the rules!” The ref shouted. “No head butting, no kicking, no hits below the belt!”
He turned towards Abigail, pointing at her. “And for you! No biting, no claws! No using your tail! And definitely no weapons! Got that!?”.
“I got it.” she sighed.

“Touch mitts!” He ordered, the two of us pressing our gloves together briefly before backing up.
“Ready!? Box!”.

Instantly, we both raised our gloves in front of our faces, what I wouldn't give to have a mouth guard right now. Abigail made the first move, she dashed forward, planting her foot between mine and twisting into a right hook. I let out a quick yelp, leaning back, her glove scratching against the tip of my nose.

Jesus she was fast. I never dared get between a Lizard girl and her prey when we were on the same job, I just let them have it and called it a day. I never actually seen one in action outside of when I first got here, and even then I was too far to see what was actually going on. Were they all this fast? I didn't even want to know how hard they hit, but I had a feeling I would find out.

Abigail didn't let up on her attack, she skipped forward, keeping up with my back pedal and delivering left jab after left jab. I leaned away from them from left to right, dodging around them until finally she psyched me out, pulling her jab back fast enough to deliver a right hook.

I responded, bringing up my gloves and meeting her strike against my forearms. My entire body shook at the blow, I quickly figured out exactly how hard she can hit, even if she wasn't hitting her hardest. Luckily she didn't punch hard enough to break bones, at least not yet.

I grunted, falling back against the ropes and dashing to the side. I had to keep my wits about me, I couldn't stay on the defensive this entire fight, I had to attack. I dashed in, my arms up to protect my body, Abigail seemed visibly frustrated, as if she wasn't expecting me to dodge so many of her strikes, guess I had better reflexes than most. I leaned to the right, pulling my arm back and throwing my weight into a hook of my own. One which she blocked easily before pushing inwards for a jab. It connected with my forehead with enough force to send me stumbling back. I steadied myself out, rolling around her next hooks until I found an opening to back away.

Abigail would have none of it, she lunged forward again, another hook ready and then-...

'DING DING DING'.

Oh thank god, the bell, I made it a round.

“Lets hear it for the first challenger to make it passed round one!” The announcer cried, the crowed now screaming and stomping to my name.
Oh thank god, not only did I make it passed round one, but I'm less of a loser than one hundred people before me..

I sat down in my corner, Gunther quickly coming to my side with a bottle of water.
“Holy shit she hits like a fucking truck.” I complained in between deep breaths.
“Hm...” Gunther sighed, looking her over. She didn't take her eyes off me, like a predator ready to swoop in for its prey. Couldn't we just cuddle? I would prefer that over getting my ass beat.

“Hit low...” Gunther suggested.
“What?”
“Hit low. She keeps her guard high, the way she moves, she doesn't even think about her body.”.

I blinked, looking back at Gunther before looking at her. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, I'll try.”.

“Fighters, out!” The ref cried. I stood from my corner, Gunther taking the the stool away as I stepped into the ring.

Abigail glared at me, her eyes narrowed, I wanted to know what was going through her head right now.
“Ready! Box!”.

Arms up and in I go. This time I didn't allow her to make the first move, I dashed forward and went to town with the jabs. She brought her arms up, holding her ground with ease. I took the chance, lowering myself and twisting my torso, I rounded my left arm around, throwing it forward and upwards into her stomach unopposed. Abigail suddenly coughed as my fist made contact with her stomach, her arms dropping and her legs stumbling back. This was good, not only could I actually hit her, I could hurt her.

The crowed roared with excitement, as if something like this was never done before. I stepped away, arms back into guard as Abigail shook away the sudden surprise and shock of my attack. She began to step around me, examining my every move and then advancing into striking range. She looked mad, really mad, really cute though, but still really mad.

She let out a flurry of jabs and hooks and crosses into my arms and my shoulders, I could do nothing but block and dodge to the best of my ability. I tried to look for an opening, but she didn't seem to tire, and finally when I tried to move to the side I was met with a sudden impact to my side. I almost spit up the water I drank earlier, her glove had connected entirely with my side, though nothing felt broken, it might as well have been. I lowered my guard, winded by the sudden body strike, only to get another fist directly against my nose, sending me reeling backwards against the ropes. She grinned a wicked grin, charging forward with her right arm cranked backwards like a sledge hammer.

No way I was going to be hit by that. I suddenly caught my second wind, throwing myself to the right, past her arm as her fist almost flew past the ropes, a look of surprise on her face. I jumped off my feet, stretching my body towards her as I threw a fist, smashing against the side of her head and sending her spinning against the ropes. She was dazed, not prepared for the sudden hay maker to the skull. I don't know my own strength apparently. I didn't let up, twisting my feet around as I landed and throwing another punch against her stomach followed by a flurry of my own against her guard and sides.

The crowed roared once again, standing from their seats and throwing their arms in the air as the Green Croc was suddenly put on the defensive. I could hear her grunt in a mixture of my strikes and her own frustration. I shouldn't feel this good about hitting a girl, but damn, she sure as shit doesn't hit like one.
Abigail, pushed her guard to the side, throwing herself forward and against me, wrapping her arms around me in a clinch.

I froze, my face turning red as her breasts pressed themselves firmly against my chest. Head out of the gutter Marcus, this is a big fight!...But they're just...So...Soft....

'DING DING DING!' Round two has ended and Abigail had pulled herself away from me. I quickly marched to my corner, the announcer once again riling up the crowed.

As I sat down on my stool, I smashed my gloves against the spot of the chair between my legs.
“NYEEEEGGH Man!” I cried to Marcus. “Fight of my fucking life and I pop a god damn stiffy in front of an entire city!”.

“There, there.” Gunther tried to comfort me, doing his finest to stifle his laugh. “You're doing great! You had girl on ropes! Just think her as boxer and not women!”.

“Have you taken a look at her!?” I whined to him. “She's built a fucking space ship!”.
“You make good fight two rounds now! Longer than anyone!” Gunther cried, slamming his hand against my back and knocking me out of my melancholy. “You go out there friend Marcus and you hit her so hard she turn to baby!”.

I didn't understand that last part, but still I nodded, suddenly motivated for the fight ahead. With a big gulp of water, I stood up from my stool, marching back into the centre of the rings when the ref called us.

“Fighters! Box!”.

Abigail launched herself into the fray once more, blocking me off from my own advance and delivering a crushing blow to my head. I staggered, my vision blurred and my legs trembled at the sudden strike, but still, out of pride and stupidity, I held on.
I twisted my torso to the left, her glove brushing against my hair as I dodged her next blow and delivered a straight right to her face. Her head launched back at the blow, and I could see blood as she staggered as well. She recovered quickly, gritting her fangs and moving firing off a left and right hook towards me. I blocked the first and dodged the second, throwing a jab towards her mouth and then a hook of my own to her gut, once again unprotected.

She took the blow, leaning forward against my fist and throwing a uppercut straight into my jaw. I gurgled, my legs buckling as I fell backwards on to my ass and finally on to my back.

“One!” The ref began to count.  I breathed in heavily, trying to get vision back to my eyes. She was still a monster after all, she hit like a god damn freight train with that upper cut. I clenched my teeth together and pressed my glove against my jaw. Good everything was still there. Finally I shook the daze away from my brain, pushing myself to sit up.

“Six! Seven!” He continued until I finally returned to my feet, bringing my gloves back into a cover up.

“Okay, box!”.

I gritted my teeth, my eye twitched as I leaped forward, Abigail already on the offensive. My eyes narrowed and my muscles locked, I could see how her body moved, she expected to knock me on my ass again with this next attack. She cried out a battle shout, throwing her entire body into a right straight, but this time I was ready. I stepped forward, throwing my body downwards and ducking under the fist. Abigails eyes widened, not expecting my sudden dodge. I leaped upwards past her fist, throwing my left upwards into her jaw with a close Gazelle punch. My fist connected with a loud crack, throwing her off her feet and smashing into the ring below.

“One!” The ref started.

I stumbled back against a turnbuckle, gasping for air and leaning my arms against the rope. The crowed was going fucking nuts now, stomping and jumping in the air, even the announcer couldn't believe it.

“The champion has been knocked down! I can't believe my eyes! Abigail the Green Croc has been taken down!”.

“Five! Six!” The ref continued until Abigail suddenly shot up into a sitting position. She rose to her feet, her glare never leaving my eyes. I simply glared back, strength or not, I wasn't going to back down, this is personal now.

We charged into one another, shoulders smashing against shoulder before we each let out a flurry of punches, dodging and blocking blow for blow, neither of us willing to give up ground. I could taste the blood in my mouth and the same crimson flowing from my nose, but at the same time I could see the same coming from her face as well, finally we smashed out feet into the ring below, throwing our arms back and lunging forward simultaneously, our arms grinding against one another as our fists flew forwards, aimed at one another's jaws.

'DING DING DING' The bell rang and the crowed cheered, our fists barely brushing to the side and missing their mark in the cross, our foreheads smashed into one another as we both glared into one another's eyes, growling like animals.

I dropped back into my corner, gasping for air and trying to catch my breath. Gunther remained silent, simply handing me my water bottle.

I took a long swig, handing back and continuing my death glare with Abigail. She was baring her pointed teeth, breathing in air from between them and simply glaring back. The world was silent around me, tuning out the announcer and the crowed. I couldn't keep going, I could feel that, if I wanted to win this I had to end it in the here and now.

We stood up from our respected corners, marching back into our little square of death.

“Ready!?” The ref called out, apparently hesitant of what was going to happen next.
“Box!”

Like lightning, we bolting into each other, throwing blow after blow with little care for what we hit. My body was working on automatic, ignoring the pain surging through my body when she did get a shot in through my guard, and apparently the same for her. I struggled to see, my left eye had swollen shut and I had no way to circumvent this. This finally came to bite me in the ass, Abigail suddenly dodging to the left and moving around me. I tried to turn my head to get a bead on her, only for a shot of crushing, unbearable pain to flow through my body. A blow to the ribs, a mighty blow, enough to shatter three of them.

I coughed blood and my legs buckled, stumbling past her and towards her corner. My guard lowered and my hands fell to my sides. I wanted to sleep, wanted to just forget about this. I coughed and wheezed, wobbling in place, I could hear her charging from behind ready to finish our little brawl, and I closed my eyes.

I felt...Angry, almost like I had been cheated. Like, if I was going to be taken down, it could have at least been from a cross punch or something straight to the face, not this body blow blind side bull shit. I felt my blood boil, my teeth grit, the blood in between my gums bubble with my saliva. One last effort, one last final, ditch effort, fuck it, fuck everything, fuck me, fuck her, fuck these guys, fuck these gloves, I'm going in.

I forced what strength I had left in my body out, twisting against my good ribs and throwing my body around, my eye locked with hers as she charged into a uppercut aimed directly at my jaw. I continued to step to the side, moving with her motion in the same direction. She had no time to respond, throwing the uppercut and only connecting with the side of my face, cutting open my cheek and drawing blood. I threw my shoulder back, winding up my fist before lunging forward, against her motion. I could see her eyes widen last second, sending a jolt through my body as, after what felt like an eternity, my fist connected with her mouth.

Her head fired to the side, unprepared for the sudden hay maker to the jaw. She stumbled across the ring, her eyes still wide as her arms dropped, her body tilting to the side and finally falling to the ground.

I wrapped my arm around the rope, listening to the Ref count in what felt like slow motion.
Abigail remained on her side motionless, her eyes closed. I felt a sense of pride, a fucked up pride, really. I almost forgot about the prize money on the line. Maybe it had something to do with the heat, maybe she couldn't keep up after one hundred opponents and I was just the lucky number. But either way, I knocked out a monster, that was something, right?

“Ten!” the ref called out, the crowed losing their shit over the outcome. I tried to raise my arms into the air, only to stumble on my feet. I closed my eyes and leaned against the ropes. Fuck it, time for a nap.

I spent about a day in the infirmary after that fight, though I didn't see Abigail anywhere. I convinced Gunther that I would be fine, sending him back to his tavern with the intent of advertising everywhere that this tavern has “Marcus's seal of approval.”.

Healing magics do wonders for the body, most doctors would kill to get something like this in their offices back home. By the time I was released my wounds had been healed and they managed to reform the ribs that had been punched into my body, including what other damages my innards took from being punched by what felt like a wrecking ball. When everything was in order, I was given my price, five thousand coin including the fifty I had dropped on the table as well. My heart skipped a beat, a stupid grin appearing on my stupid face as soon as he dropped the pouch in my hands. I wanted to celebrate, and what better way to celebrate than getting myself a room at a nice inn with stocked drinks and nice, soft, heavenly beds?

The locals directed me to an inn outside of the city, surrounded by two more buildings and a river running calmly passed it, falling asleep to the sounds of the river was enough for me to make the extra trip out of town to stay there.

The inside was gorgeous, with clean wooden floors, stairs, and pretty much everything else, and a green carpet adorning the entrance way.  The man standing behind the desk was wearing a tuxedo, his right hand holding to his left wrist as he awaiting my approach.

“Welcome to the Riverside inn.” He greeted me. Inn? This was straight up a fancy hotel.

“Yeah, I would like to rent a room for the night, please.”.
“I'm sorry sir, but most of our rooms are entirely booked out.”.

Figures, what with the boxing event in the city, chances are a lot of the richer inhabitants who travelled all this way would stay in a place like this. I should have taken a hint with all the carriages outside...Wait, most?

“Wait hold on, you said most?”.

He nodded. “One of our inhabitants rented out one half of our last bedroom, which happened to be a two bed suite.”.

“You...You can do that? That's a thing?”.

He nodded, I was still left dumb struck. “If you are willing to share a room however...”.
I sighed, I came all this way after all, I could at least enjoy the bed.
“Yeah, sure. I've stayed at a hostel before, I shouldn't have a problem”.

I paid the man up front, taking the key and giving him a final wave before heading up the stairs. Splitting a room between patrons? There seems to be a bit of danger in that, don't you think? Oh well, if you're brave or stupid enough to do it, you may as well be comfortable before you die.

There it was, at the end of the hall, my room and my temporary roommate. Who knows, maybe we'll get along, he probably likes boxing.

“Hey roomie!” I announced loudly as I entered the room, the bed at the far end had already been claimed by the inhabitants things. I looked them over , a large back pack and a rather intimidating looking sword, at least to the long sword I carried around. It was large enough to be strapped to someones back and the steel glimmered like a well kept, well sharpened blade would.

I threw my things on the ground, spotting the light emitting from the washroom, must be taking a bath. I guess I'll have a drink while I wait.

A nice selection of ales and wines if I do say so myself, I rummaged around the cupboards for a glass or a mug to pour the liquid death into until I heard a voice behind me, a feminine voice...A familiar voice.

“You better not be going through my things, I'm in a bad mood and don't want to deal with a thief...”.

I froze, my blood turned cold and my spine tingled with the clammy fingers of death. It can't be, it couldn't be. I turned around, slowly, my arms raised before me like I was just caught trying to steal something. My eyes locked with hers, standing there with a towel in her hands drying her unbound hair. She was wearing a grey sleep top that cut at the midriff, and shorts that ended at the thighs, her green tail swishing back and forth behind her as she opened her eyes, blinking once before it clicked with her who I was, then they widened, both in surprise and in anger. Out of all the rooms in all of the world, I'm stuck in one with Abigail, a girl who probably really hates my guts.

We each threw our right arms forward, pointing at one another and screaming in total shock.
“Its you!” She snarled, reaching for her sword. I gulped, seeing mine at the other side of the room.
“Woah woah woah woah woah! Come on now!” I pleaded, throwing up my hands to show that I'm unarmed.

“Come to finish the job have you!?” She asked me, taking a step forward, her blade gleaming against the candle light.
“What job? It was a organized fight!” I protested, my left foot slowly pushing to the side and dragging me along as I tried to remove myself from the corner.
Abigail glared at me, then looked down at her sword, then back at me. She dropped her sword, much to my relief.
“You're right.” She said with a smirk, clenching her fists. “There's only one way we can settle this.”.

“D-don't you think you're taking this a little too seriously?” I stuttered, my skin suddenly cool with sweat.
“You won on a cheap shot!” She barked, closing in the distance and pressing her claw against my chest.
“Cheap shot!?” I protested, now clearly offended. “You punched me on my blind side! If anyone threw a cheap shot, it was you!”.

This apparently was enough to set her off, throwing a rather mean right towards my face. I side stepped and stumbled across the room, almost tripping over my bed in the progress. I regained my balance, pulling up my fists into a guard. No way I was ready for another fight, not to mention she's probably going to knock my brains out the back of my head with all that temper.

She took a step forward, her hands at her claws clenched at her side and her face red. I didn't even know lizards could have a different skin tone. Her chest heaved with every breath and she visibly gritted her teeth together.
Abigail dashed forward, throwing another punch. I leaned backwards, narrowly missing the blow and falling down against the mattress of my bed. I used the sudden distance to back up, pushing myself across my bed until my back hit the wall. Abigail looked down at me, her face still flush, but her teeth no longer clenched together. She climbed on to the bed after me, crawling on her claws and scaly knees towards me. It didn't even register what was going on to me, instead I pressed my back against the wall as far as I could and expected my face to go through the very same wall soon after. Abigail crawled over me, straddling me and pressing her lips against mine with a long, sensual moan.

My eyes widened and once again my body froze, I could feel her breath from her nose brushing against my skin. She straightened her posture, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine.  I was still in shock, what exactly was happening? What was the with the sudden change of attitude? I tried to process what was going on for only a second before finally just mentally saying 'fuck it' and going with the flow.

I returned her kiss, pressing my hands against her waist and brushing them against her skin and into her shirt. She shivered at my touch, still refusing to unlock her lips from mine. I could feel her tail brushing against my legs, wagging back and forth frantically. Mischievously, I dragged the finger of my left hand down her spine until I touched her lizard skinned tail. I heard her gasp against my lips, giving me enough incentive to play with the bridge between her tail and her spine for a few more moments, rewarding me with a few cute moans before I reached around her tail and cupped a cheek in my hand and squeezed.

She finally yelped and pulled away from her kissing, arching her back and looking forward in surprise.
“Well, now that I got your attention.” I blurted out. “Whats with the sudden change of heart?”.
She titled her head down at me, her mouth forming into a smirk.
“Not really a change of heart.” She cooed, moving in close so that our lips are only a few centimetres away. “Just kind of rare for someone to be able to take me in a fight. And I like to play hard to get~.”.

“Playing hard to get for you equals to trying to break someones face, huh?” I asked her, though from what I understand about lizard girls, this may be 'playing hard to get.' for all of them.
She giggled, leaving my question unanswered and pulling herself away from me once more. She grab on to her top with both her hands, grinding against my slowly before pulling her shirt from her body, revealing her breasts to me, something I was actually really anxious to see since our match in the ring. They didn't disappoint. The shape, size, and colour complimented her fit stomach and waste perfectly, like I said before, built like a space ship. I wanted nothing more than to just explore her body, touch and fondle her all over. A slender, skinny body with visible abs, yet soft to the touch, it drove me crazy.

I sat up, staring at her like a cave man who had just discovered fire. Abigail cradled her breasts in her arms, the soft smile and red tint on her cheeks never leaving her face. I gulped, feeling intimidated by just being so close to her body, I noticed her figured when we were fighting, of course. But never did I think I would be so close to just touch it and feel it against my fingers. I was still lost at how this even happened, did I hit her too hard the other day?

I pressed my fingers against her stomach, moving my left hand against her scaled waist and my right hand up to her chest, softly cupping her breast in my hand and squeezing it gently. This must be what religious people feel like when they touch a sacred book. Abigail nibbled on her lower lip, her eyes closing again as she squirmed to my touch. At this point the pressure in my pants was unbearable, ready to explode from its shell and reveal itself to the world. I ignored it for the time being, I wanted to touch her, to make her feel good, as if to say “I'm sorry for decking you in the fucking mouth yesterday.”.

Abigail wrapped her claws around my hands, her eyes to the side and her lips pursed as gears turned in her head. I watched her smirk the smirk of a evil genius, pushing herself away from me and standing from the bed. I reached up, like a man who was just denied paradise, watching her walk away from the bed. She stopped and looked over her shoulder back at me, her smirk turning into a seductive smile with her fang visible at the side of her mouth.

“You should probably undress.” she advised before turning back towards the counters and cupboards, shaking her hips with every step.

I watched her every movement, clenching my hand into a fist and biting down on the finger. God help me I am such a slut. As Abigail rummaged through the pantries I threw my hoodie and T-shirt to the side and tore off my pants at a speed that would make Hermes blush.
“Found it!” Abigail cried, jumping up from the drawers with a bottle in hand. She skipped back to the bad, humming to herself the entire time before leaping on to the bed and sitting on my legs right in front of my twitching, bulging erection.

“So hard already?” she teased, lightly poking the side of the tip with her claw.
“Well, yeah.” I pouted. I was trying my best not to ravage her like some unkempt barbarian.

Abigail narrowed her eyes, the smile never leaving her face as she uncorked the bottle and lifted it above her chest. Slowly she tipped it to the side, allowing the liquid inside to drip out against her skin. My eyes widened, letting out a long gasp as I realized what was happening. Abigail placed the bottle down on the night stand, her breasts, chest, and stomach now smothered in chocolate syrup.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest. Abigail balanced herself on my chest with her claws, pressing her breasts together between her arms. My body was shivering at both her touch and the visage before me. My breath became heavy and my arms shook as I reached towards her, how could one person know how to push so many of the right buttons?

I sat up, Abigail relieving the pressure on my chest until I was upright. With each hand pressed against the soft skin of her elbows I moved in for the 'kill', taking one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking gently. Her soft moans were like music to my ears, gently brushing her claws against my back while I trailed my tongue over the streaks of syrup across her body.  My grip on her shoulders tightened, twisting my body and pulling her on to the bed below, holding myself on top of her as I licked and nibbled her body softly.

Abigail's moans became louder, her hands resting against the bed as I was given freedom over her beautiful body. I lost myself in the taste of chocolate and her skin, closing my eyes and lapping it up greedily until my tongue suddenly touched fabric. I opened my eyes, sitting up on my knees and looking at the lizard girl, her eyes closed and her breath heavy against her palm. She was still wearing those little shorts, concealing her womanhood from my eyes. I grinned devilishly, grabbing her shorts by the straps and pulling them from her legs, revealing her fully naked form to me. With barely restrained giddiness, I reached for the chocolate syrup, holding it over her tantalizingly before tipping it, allowing its contents to slowly pour over her drenched lips.

Abigail jumped at the sudden cold bite against her, letting out a very uncharacteristic “Eep!” and snapping out of her little trance.
“A little warning next time would be nice!” She cried, sitting up against the wall.
I leaned in towards her, the stupid grin never leaving my face.
“How about we consider this our rematch?” I asked her, pulling away from her face and lowering myself between her legs.
“Wait, remat-hiiiiiii!” She squealed at the sudden sensation of my tongue against her nether regions.
I glided against her wet skin, taking in the flavour of chocolate and her fluids. Each lick rewarded me with her voice filling my ears, with short gasps, yelps, moans, and pleas.
“Softer!”, “Faster!”, “Slower!”,“Not so rough!” were just some of the words that escaped her lips in between her pants and wails. I ignored her, burying my face deeper between her thighs and pushing my tongue inside her. I could still taste a hint of chocolate as I probed her walls, swallowing each drop as if it were the nectar of gods. Monsters are always very sensitive to stimulation, even simply touching the skin can make them go wild. This was a little fact I enjoyed, made you feel like a trooper.

By now my dick was screaming at me, telling me to jam it in and smash that before it murders me and everyone I ever knew, and it was hard to ignore its threats. I pulled myself away from her, giving her pussy one final lick before balancing myself on my knees once more.

Abigail was heaving deeply, covering her eyes with her claws. I reached down and hoisted her by the legs closer to my pelvis, resting my throbbing dick against her vulva and slowly sliding it forwards and back against her. I drenched my member in her juices, teasing her for a few more seconds before she finally spoke up.

“You waiting for an invitation or what!?” She barked, her face flushed and flustered.
I grinned at her a big, toothy, stupid grin, taking her invitation with grandeur. I pulled back and pressed my cock against her, spreading the lips apart slowly before being enveloped in her warm, wet embrace.
Abigail let out a cute little yelp, covering her mouth to stifle a shriek while I began to slowly thrust inside her. Her back arched in rhythm with every movement, her legs being held up in the air until she wrapped them around me and pulled me in. I leaned over her, letting her wrap her claws around my neck. She moved in motion with mine, a soft smile forming on her face with every gasp. I lowered my head to the side of hers, nibbling her scaly ear and kneading her breast with my right hand.

What I would kill for some demonic energy right now, I could already feel my dick ready itself to explode as I picked up the pace. She squeezed down on me with every thrust and sucked me back in every time I pulled back. Though Abigail wasn't doing so well herself, she clenched her teeth with every thrust, her grip with her legs tightening and pulling me in further and further until I finally had enough. I let out a small cry, pouring myself inside her to the sounds of her muffled screams through her teeth, her legs loosening and falling back on to the bed.

I fell back  on to the bed, sitting hunched over and breathing heavily.
“H-hey! You can't be done yet!” Abigail complained, crawling towards me on all fours and taking my dick in her palm.
She began to stroke it gently, licking and kissing the tip until my little buddy stood back up at attention.
“There we go.” She giggled, crawling backwards and turning around slowly, her tail swishing past me and rubbing upwards from my neck to my chin. She lowered her head against the mattress, both her ass and tail wagging invitingly in my face.
“Come on, tough guy. Time for round two.”.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, was this the battlefield she would defeat me in? As soon as my hands grabbed her hips and my dick pressed against her again she pushed backwards, forcing me inside her once more.

I held my grip around her waist as Abigail went to town, slamming against my pelvis with gusto. Her voice became more and more frantic with each and every thrust until she finally over flowed and sprayed my legs with her juices.
“Jesus Christ!” I whispered to myself, my only other experience with a monster was Cleo, is this how they do work when their body isn't one big pleasure receptor?
Abigail didn't slow down, gyrating and grinding and slamming against me until finally my dick pleaded for mercy once more, spitting into her again to the sounds of her joyful moans.

I managed to find the energy to crawl against the wall beside Abigail as she writhed against the sheets. She caught her breath before crawling on top of me and pressing her lips against mine, forcing tongue into my throat and attacking mine.  I felt my dick fight to stay hard as if to say “I'm trying, man! But this chick is crazy!”.

She lifted herself on to my erection, lowering herself on to it and grinding against me.
“Round three.” she whispered to me in a sultry voice when she pulled her tongue, lifting herself from the ground and falling against my shaft over and over.

I don't know how long this continued, after the third time I came I lost track of what was going on. Abigail fondling and stroking and sucking and riding me until her hearts content. I couldn't hold on anymore. This was my knock out...

Its safe to say I slept through that night like a beat up baby. I woke to the feel of the sun against my skin and the smell of breakfast in the air. My eyes fluttered open, rubbing away the sting from them with my hands and sitting up on the bed.
“Who's making bacon?” I asked no one in particular, scanning the room with my eyes until I spotted Abigail in the little cabin-like corner kitchen, her sleeping wear back on and adorned with a apron.
She looked back at me with a wide open smile.
“Oh, you're awake! Good morning!” She said as she flipped a pancake in the pan.  I spotted the rest of the food on the small dining table a few feet behind her with several large dishes stacked with bacon and eggs and pancakes.

“That's a lot of food.” I mentioned standing up from the bed and reaching for my pants, my pelvis stinging with pain with every motion of my legs.
“Well I figured since I won back title of champion last night--” She giggled mid sentence. “--I should celebrate with a victory feast!”.

“Oh, that's what it is.” I said with a chuckle, resting my forehead against my palm.
She looked back at me, her tail whisking back and forth slowly. “You can have some if you want. Consider it a condolence meal.”.

I looked ahead, I guess I lost pretty hard last night, huh? I shrugged, standing up from the bed and pulling my pants back on, limping over to the dining table to get my stomach full.

“You sure you don't want to come with me?” I asked Abigail, now standing on a hilly leading to a cross roads.
She shook her head. “I still have some loyalties with my clan.” She explained to me.
I was disappointed, deep down. Maybe we could still make something out of this? I'll have a home soon, though I'm sure I'll have visitors in the coming days.

“Well... Sorry for punching you in the head.” I said to her, not knowing what else to bring up.
“...Sorry for breaking your ribs.” She replied, kicking the dirt with her clawed foot.

“Well...If you ever want to visit, you'll know where to find me.” I assured her with the best smile I could muster.
“Oh, I'll definitely visit.” She said with a laugh. Abigail sighed, looking back at me before stepping forward and embracing me in a hug.
I hesitated at first, but returned the gesture. We both stepped back with one last smile and waved good bye.
“I'll see you around then.” I said my farewells, both of us taking different roads to different destinations.

I straightened out my sword belt and back pack, preparing myself for the long journey ahead.
I always wanted to live up on a hill...With a nice tree nearby...