Nefertiti the Sphinx Girl Part 1

Literally the first thing I wrote for /monster/. I was going to do a couple of continuations involving the sphinx girl adapting to the local village and keeping a siren and manticore from stealing her man, but for now that's on the back burner. Fetishes include brown skinned sphinx girls, fine asses, verbal teasing, and motherfucking riddles.



	The time period is ancient Greece. You are a local hero, renown for being something of a monster slayer, which is surprising considering your relatively small stature and athletic but thin physique. Most of the villagers are only aware of your results, but haven’t been too keen on how someone as small as you could kill two Minotaur and slay a hydra. Goading the Minotaur off the cliff had been easy, but getting a big enough rock and proper leverage had been difficult to squash the Hydra.

	For your efforts, the villagers had set you up in fairly nice cliff-side hilltop by the shores. By your request, you had managed to furnish it sparsely. The one pleasure you allowed yourself was a somewhat modest library collecting scrolls and writings of philosophers you would ponder when you were done with your work for the day. You would drift into sleep on the roof of your hut, gazing at the constellations while the sounds of the breaking waves below lulled you to sleep.  The only thing that really weighed on you was your loneliness. A lot of the girls in the village flirted with you, but you knew they were more interested in your property and position in the village than anything about you. It was hard finding someone in these times that cared about something other than tending to their farms, eating, or screwing. You try not to let these thoughts spoil an otherwise good day as you drift off into sleep.
One morning you awoke to the sound of a messenger from the village elder hailing you. A sphinx had set up resident in the one road leading into town, challenging anyone who tries to enter or leave the village to a game of riddles. Occasionally, someone offers her a tribute of a cow or sheep and she allows them entry but this is going to be a problem if it continues any longer. No one is confident enough to challenge her, lest they fail and be devoured. Sphinxes are very powerful, even a great hero would have a hard time piercing their strong skin or keeping up with their fast reflexes.
You grunt as you lift yourself off the roof and stretch you back. This isn’t going to be easy. Usually you rely on your opponent being driven by instinct and hunger. Well, the same could be said of the Sphinx but she was probably a lot smarter than a hydra or a Minotaur. You prepare a bag of provisions and grab your short sword, shield, and spear. They probably won’t do much to her if you lose, but it the weapons comfort you slightly and make you feel less vulnerable.  You walk out of the village determined to do your job.
It only takes about two miles of walking before you see the sphinx in the distance. She is curled up in a ball, with her wings tucked into her sides, blissfully sleeping after a full meal you guess, judging by all the picked clean animal skeletons surrounding her perch. You’ve got to play this cool and act like you are in charge of the situation. If she thinks you are easy prey, she’ll try to get inside of your head.  As you approach you hail her.
“Beast, I’ve come to play your game of riddles. Wake up and face me!” you bellow.
Her ears perk up and she starts to stir. She props herself on all fours and stretches liked cat as her wings unfurl, allowing you your first good look at your opponent.

	The creature has the arms, leg, and tail of a lion much like you would expect, but her torso is almost entirely human. Well, aside from the massive white wings on her back.Her massive arms are covered in a fur that is an almost golden shade of yellow while her head is topped with short-cropped curly chestnut-colored hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of auburn that sparkles in the light, as though containing small flakes of gold. Speaking of her eyes, they seem to be line with some kind of dark material that makes her sparkling eyes stand out even more. You glance at her face, which of course, is very beautiful, with luscious thick red lips and shapely mocha colored checks. In fact, her whole body is a creamy brown complexion that would make most of the woman in your village burn with jealousy. You blush as you realize she is naked aside from a golden necklace inlaid with blue gems, and try to avert your gaze to fulfill some silly personal code of chivalry while the pervert in you sneaks glances at her modest but perfectly proportioned and perky breasts.

You shift your shield to cover your increasingly larger phallus and try to convince your libido that attempting to fuck a literally man-eater would most likely be suicide. Of course the little bastard has an extremely convincing counter argument and you begin to feel like you are no longer in control of the situation.
She looks down on you and gives you a predatory smile before gently leaping off her perch.  You can’t help but notice how her breasts rhythmically giggle in time with her movement and try to think of anything to keep your dick from shooting off into orbit.
“It seems the peasants have sent a hero to stop me.  I was beginning to get bored out here, even though I have plenty to eat.” Oh, she has a husky, come hither fuck me know voice. Of course.  Because this wasn’t already hard enough. As she walks past you, you start staring at your sandals particularly hard, looking at an imaginary grain of dirt.
“You don’t know how…boring it gets, having all this knowledge in your head only to be underappreciated by the gods, and unequaled by any silly mortal.” She pushes the tip of her tail under your chin, causing you to look her in the eye.  They glisten in the sunlight. “So what do you propose we do herooo”, as she places a mock amount of influence on the last syllable, you catch a whiff of her breath. It smells of meat, honey, and salt. It is fucking intoxicating.  Gods. Damn. Keep it together.
Almost whispering, “…tradition…dictates a game of riddles.” She can barely hear you, and she leans in close, your vision is level with the top of cleavage.  “Then I guess we should get started. She turns around and her juicy, peach shaped ass sashays back and forth as she makes her way back to her perch before alighting back on top. By Aphrodite’s tits. You don’t care if you die; you are going to plow that ass like the Bulls of Aetes. With renewed confidence and a goal in mind, you begin to gain composure and your face goes from bright beet red to a mere flush of color.

“The terms are as follows, if I lose, you get to eat me. If I win, I get to eat you.” The sphinx laughed lightly at the offer. “You? You hardly seem more than a nibble, but I guess I can use the challenge. I agree to your terms.”
“All right Sphinx, before we begin, it’s only polite to let each competitor know the other’s name. My name is Daxus, champion of this small village of Akrus.”
“You may call me Nefertiti, mistress of knowledge and games”. She smiled brightly, a predatory expression with a flash of canines. This time, you aren’t intimidated in the slightest. “We tell three riddles, first one to be unable to guess the correct answer loses”
She decides to start, being the challenged. “I am a strong as the most powerful blow, yet can be as gentle as a mother’s touch.  I sometimes take my fair share of land, but always give back much. What am I?”
You are tempted to say a wave, but you know the real answer rather quickly. “It’s the tide”.
She smiles and bows a bit, happy that the game isn’t over before it really begins.
Your turn.
“I seem to give end to hell, but my intentions ring most hollow.  To those who see I all is well, but in truth my hooves bring sorrow.”
Nefertiti snorts. “Your wordplay…isn’t the best. Sorrow and Hollow hardly rhyme.”
You feel your courage well up at the insult. “Hey, I’m sorry that it is a little distracting to have a gorgeous woman flaunt her body in front of me has affected my ability to get proper rhythm. This is harder than it looks.”
She blushes slightly at the mention of her beauty. “W-well, it was a good try, but hollow and sorrow? Bringing fake peace that leads to sorrow on hooves? That sounds like the Horse of Troy.”
You bow slightly, she was correct. Damn, smart and attractive. You aren’t going to let this be an easy win for her.
Her turn.
“What gives chase every morning, but can never be found at night? It follows you were you go, but it goes out with the light.”
The wording at the end was kind of funny, but the answer is clearly a shadow. She bows in acknowledgment.
You feel like she went easy on you with that one, maybe your comment threw her off?

You trade a couple more riddles, going past the agreed number, both enjoying each others tricks and wordplays as you have both warmed up enough be better competitors.  She begins to ramp up the difficulty and you almost lose but are able to remember an obscure verse from the Iliad that saves you. You are both beginning to get sweaty and tired from standing out all day in the sun reciting riddles.
You think you have one more riddle in you and dammit you are going to get all this sexual tension out if it fucking kills you.
“I can be as soft as puddy or as hard as steel. I can pierce you as many times as I like but can only bleed you once.
She crinkled her nose. “That one didn’t even rhyme!”
You quickly gulp a large sip from your goatskin pouch of water. “But can you answer it?”
She looked confused, she tried to stall.
“A spear?”
“No”
“A mock sword?”
“No.”
“I don’t know… uhhhhh!” she cried out in frustration.
“ Well I guess that makes me the winner. Now I get to have my prize.”
She slowly climbed down from the rocks, a very sad look on her face.
“A deal is a deal.  She said glumly. “ Just make it quick okay?”
“I intend to savor every bite, if it makes you feel any better.”
“By the way, what was the answer to the last riddle?”
“My phallus.”
“Wait, wa---OH SHIT”.

At that moment you slam into her with the full force of your weight, knocking her on her back.  You chalk it up to your adrenaline/ sex drive and her surprise/exhaustion. You part the folds of her womanhood and begin to twist your tongue around the inner walls of her vagina in a technique you’ve heard described as “the lamia’s tongue”.
A deep, throaty moan that sounds equal parts feminine and leonine escapes her throat. She gasps and catches herself. “What are you DOING!” she squeaks.

“Eating *slurp* you*slurp*” You lift your head up for a second, looking in between her spread legs to her face.  Did you REALLY think I was going to hurt someone so beautiful and intelligent? The village elder just told me to get you out of the road. He didn’t specify how.”
Having enough time to come up for air, you dive back down into her honey scented snatch and immediately begin to polish it as though it were a pearl. She lets out a moan of pure pleasure and pushes your face closer into her womanhood and holds it there with her massive paws.
After a few more vigorous moments, she lets loose one final passionate cry, and spurts cum over your face. You wipe away the warm liquid savoring the aroma as she lies panting on the ground.
“That was…that was really good.”
“Do you want me to keep going? Because if so, I’m not even close to done.”
She seems embarrassed that the tables have turned and you are now the predator. She puts her paws over her face so you can’t see her eyes and nods yes.
Suddenly, a fire starts stirring within you.
This is it. Three hours of sexual tension and FUCKING RIDDLES. And you are about to claim dat ass.

“All right, you seem pretty tired, so I’m taking the lead.”
You move behind her, and she folds her tail out of the way so you can get a good look at her ass.
Her leonine like fur stops just short of her thighs.
It is the tightest ass you have ever seen. The Muses could write the smuttiest poetry imaginable and it still wouldn’t be able to convey the majesty of Nefertiti’s ass.
You say a small prayer of thanks to Aphrodite in your mind, and plunge your moist member between those two perfectly shapes mounds.
She lets out a gasp and begins to pant. You haven’t gone inside of her yet, you are just sliding your dick in between her buns, slowly and steadily.  By Zeus, this is probably one of the best sensations you have ever felt.  She turns around, tears of frustration in her eyes.

“Stop fucking toying with me and put it in my pussy or I swear I will do it myself” she cries.
Well
You’ve always been one to oblige a lady.
You pull your dick out of her ass, and part her folds with you left hand.
And then you shove you member in.
You both let out a loud moan as you gently ease into her.
You feel something strain inside of her, and a little blood wells up around you.
“By the Gods, you’re a virgin”, you murmur.
She turns to you, tears streaming down her face. From pain or embarrassment you can’t tell.
“Is that a problem?”
You kiss her on the lips, and gently put your tongue into her mouth.
Saliva strings from each of your mouths as you pull away.
“No, I was just surprised someone as beautiful and smart as you had never been touched by a man.
You begin to thrust very softly, and she begins to moan slightly.
After a couple of minutes, you start to thrust harder.
Oh gods, the feeling is blissful. The inner walls of her womanhood seem to perfectly close around your dick, making each additional stroke feel somehow tighter and more pleasure inducing than the last. You are both making noises now, occasionally asking the other how it feels.

A combination of all this foreplay, the hours spent in the sun, and your own lack of experience with sex leads you to feel like you are about to cum soon.
“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”
“I’m not done with you yet!”
Suddenly, her tail wraps around your member and pulls taught.
OH FUCK
You feel a pressure welling inside of you like a volcano.
“You’ve been toying with me this whole time.” She purrs.
“Now I get to toy with you! You don’t get to cum till I allow it!”
A part of you is happy that some of her former confidence is coming back.
Another part really, really wishes she hadn’t chosen now to assert her dominance.
“Please” you moan, “I can’t take this anymore.”
“Not good enough. She turns her nose up.
By Zeus’ ballsack.
“Please. I want to cum. I want to coat your insides with my sperm. I want to wash your insides with my spunk until I am literally spent of every bit I have. I want to because you are beautiful and smart and the only girl I’ve ever met who didn’t just pretend to like me”
She lets go.

A fucking torrent of semen erupts from you like goddamn geyser.
She yelps in surprise as you do just as you said and fill her insides with your spunk.
Both of you let loose one last cry of pleasure before you mutually orgasm.
She rolls over on her back, and you gingerly slide next to her, taking her paw in your hand.
“I think,” she pants, “that was pretty okay for a first time.”
You laugh, and kiss her on the lips. She gingerly folds her wings over you as you both fall quickly asleep.
The last thing you remember hearing before you nod off is a content purring.