Escape from Monstergirl City CYOA ExtraLewd Epilogue

You can't take it anymore. You came to Monstergirl city in the hopes of finding yourself a nice girl to settle down with, but all that's happened is endless rape for four years. Whenever you ask your rapist if you could maybe call them afterwards, they just laugh at you.

Fed up with hollow, meaningless sex, you decide to move out to a rural town. Maybe you'll find a nice Holstaurus to settle down with.

Selling most of your positions, you've packed what little you have left into a bag and leave your apartment for the last time. Though you're leaving sooner than you wanted - it's currently dusk and a full moon is scheduled, you can't take it anymore. One more rape and you're going to lose your shit.

Unfortunately, Monstergirl City does not readily relinquish its captives.

You discover this as you leave your building.

 

"Which creature has one voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?"

 

You cannot see the creature, but it sounds like the voice of a young girl.

 

>>

 

Upon hearing the riddle, you know what's going down. You think about the knife in your bag. The temptation to slit your belly and end it all is powerful, but you manage to force it down.

 

You answer that it's the Pokemon Gigalith, giving your explanation as to why it fits the riddle. Very proud of your bullshittery, you puff with pride.

 

"Wh, what kind of answer is that?"

The sphinx has appeared from behind a wall. A tiny sphinx. You figure she must only be ten or eleven years old. She has platinum hair that appears to be done in some kind of twirl or braid. You think it looks like drills.

"Well!," the tiny sphinx huffs, raising a hand to her mouth and laughing.

"Hohohoho, sorry, but that is incorrect! Foolish human, I will have to capture you now!"

 

You proclaim that you do not have time for her tired old shit.

"The impudent nerve! Hmph!"

She attempts to look threatening, but doesn't even come up to chest height on you.

 

"Why, you should be thankful for that which you are about to receive!"

She rubs her ass on your leg, then makes a clumsy grab for your crotch. You easily dodge, then pick up the sphinx by the rear legs and hang her upside-down.

 

You tell her that you will powerbomb her the fuck off this second-story walkway and that no, you do not care if it kills you.

 

>>

 

The tiny sphinx wriggles about in your hands.

"Y-y-you don't h-have the gall!"

 

You state that yes, you do. Lifting her up over your head by her body, you then fling her straight down into the bushes underneath the walkway. She shrieks as she plummets, gurgles and groans upon striking the shrubbery, and then all is silent.

 

You don't particularly feel bad about what you just did to a child. It even made you feel a little better. Though you now realize you should probably hurry away before her body or corpse is found. No one seems to have seen the events that unfolded here.

 

Quickly making your way down the stairs and away from the building, you look back one last time at the bushes. There's still no sign of the tiny sphinx. You feel yourself smiling. Some small part of you is desperately trying to say that you've done a terrible thing.

 

Jogging to a bus-stop, you check the times and see you'll have to wait another five minutes before the next bus arrives. It should take you straight to a subway station that's about two miles away.

As you wait, you spot a trio of shadows heading your way on the sidewalk. From their movements and your experience in this town, you believe them to be lamia.

 

>>

 

You could maybe handle one adult lamia, but not two, and certainly not three. Not wanting to take any chances, you quietly slip behind a wall and watch. You really would rather not miss this bus.

 

Unfortunately the lamia are keen on public transport as well, as they stop once they reach the bus stop. They're all wearing leather jackets, and one of them has some kind of device on her arm. Cursing your misfortune, you still have to wait behind the wall until they leave.

But as you wait and sit and wait, you begin to think. Why should you be afraid of them? Why shouldn't they be afraid of you? Those dirty snake whores. How dare they try to stand up to you? Fuck them. Fuck them with a knife. You shift your bag around so you can access it, but wait to open the zipper as you don't wish to bring attention to yourself yet.

 

While still behind the wall, you begin talking loudly.

 

"I am the bone of my sword.

Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.

I have slain over a thousand lamias.

Unknown to sex, nor known to knives.

 

Have withstood pain to create snakeboots.

Yet, those feet, will never wear anything.

So, as I wait for my bus,

Unlimited Snakeskin Works."

 

Roughly halfway through your monologue the lamia figured out where you were and approached you. They seem slightly unnerved and provoked. As you stop and open your eyes, you realize that these snake bitches are going down. They're going down hard.

You quickly open your bag and take out the knife, brandishing it at the snake wenches.

"What the fuck?" one of them shouts. You lunge at the one that spoke.

"He's fucking crazy man," the other yells. Huffing and panting, you climb the wall while they're still in panic mode. There's one near the wall. She'll do. You leap off, putting all your weight into your elbow as you land on her back. She cries in pain and collapses. "B-but we... rule..."

 

You see the bus pulling up, but there is quite the scene here.

 

>>

 

Standing up, the other two lamia have distanced themselves from you, but constantly look towards their fallen comrade. She's groaning in pain and struggling to move. Inspecting her, you realize she's the one wearing the device. You decide to make it yours. Small compensation for the horrors they're likely wrought on others.

As you claim the device, you tower over her; lording over her. You tell them that no, they do not rule anything. It sounded more determined in your head, but given voice it just sounded lame. Whatever.

You back up towards the bus stop, flicking the knife at the other two lamia. As you turn to wait for the bus, you hide the knife back in your bag.

The bus finally arrives, and you board. The other two lamia attempting to help their fallen companion up.

Once aboard you find the bus rather empty. There's a haggard looking spidergirl of some sort and a youthful wyvern, but they don't seem to pay you any mind. Paying your fare, the bus steams off, and you look out the window at the lamia. They're still attempting to help their companion up, but she doesn't appear to be moving much.

Guilt begins to wash over you. You've maybe killed a child and perhaps paralyzed a lamia within the time-frame of about ten minutes.

You wonder what's happening to you. You used to be kind. It's this city; the city has changed you. Lost in thought about your actions tonight, you approach, and then pass the subway station. You come to at the next stop and get off, thinking it to be the subway station. You are incorrect.

Slapping your forehead you realize your mistake. The schedule posted here says the next bus going the way you want won't be for another 30 minutes, but the station is only a mile away. It's completely dark now, but this bus stop is still lit.

 

>>

 

As you think about what you've done, you find yourself slipping into an odd anger you can't place. You decide you can't just sit here stewing. You decide to walk to the subway.

 

Giving into your violent impulses appears to be making you more prone to outbursts. Every new crack in the dam makes it more likely to burst. Suddenly your rage turns to despair and you find yourself crying, but you don't know why.

 

Your walk turns into a run. Are you trying to escape from the city, or yourself? While running, you blindly run into a bench and tumble over. Your rage boils, but then quickly subsides. Why should you be upset at a bench due to your own actions? At an inanimate object. You start to laugh. Hahahaha. It's so funny, isn't it? Yes, you think to yourself, it's just... so funny!

 

Standing up in a rather pleasant mood, you attempt to do a sweet back-flip, because why the fuck not? Unfortunately your sweet back-flip ends up with you smacking your head on the ground and giving yourself a concussion.

 

>>

 

You slowly wake to the sight of a tall, lizard-like woman standing over you. She appears to be calling you. You groggily roll around on the ground, then come to your knees. You see now that her tail appears to be on fire, giving a faint glow to the surroundings. You instantly search for your bag, then scuttle over to it, feeling for the knife inside. You pause. Why was your first action to run for the knife instead of thanking her?

You stand up, leaving your bag on the ground. You mumble out that you're sorry for your actions, but you hit your head pretty hard there. She gives you an easy laugh and says that it's no problem, and asks if you're okay or if you need anything. You say that yes, you're fine, and you don't need anything. You were heading to the subway. Still woozy, you shift unsteadily on your feet. The woman asks if you'd like her to accompany to you the station since you don't seem okay.

 

>>

 

Ordinarily you wouldn't consider her offer at all. However, she doesn't appear to look at you like a piece of meat. Her eyebrows are slightly knit, and her lips are pressed into a thin frown. She's clearly concerned.

You remain motionless for a while, looking at her. You're so desperate at this point for someone to at least pretend to care about you. You're so tired of the rape.

You pick up your bag and nod your head. Yes, you say, I would enjoy your company. As you attempt to take a confident step, you wobble slightly and she rushes to catch you. You again say thanks, and blush slightly.

Maybe you think, maybe there is some hope here.

You walk unsteadily towards the subway, with the salamander girl beside you. "By the way," she says, "my name is Aamina," she says with a smile. You mumble out your name in response. Her fiery tail flicks back and forth as she walks, causing light and shadows to dance about.

You talk about various things; work, life, weather. Basic small-talk stuff. She patiently listens to your stupid stories, and you in turn smile at hers.

The subway station comes into view, and you've become steadier on your feet. The immediate effects of the concussion are letting up.

As you come to the station, she asks where you'd heading. You pause, considering what to say. As you think about it, she notices the device on your arm.

"That's odd," she says. "Doesn't that belong to that silly gang called the Tunnel Snakes?"

She frowns at you. "Why do you have it? They'd never let it go."

 

>>

 

You quickly consider an answer. You say that you purchased it from a store.

"No," her voice becoming deeper. "That's a rather unique thing." You ask her how she knows.

"I've had to deal with them on plenty of occasions, plus I've known them for years."

You decide to tell her a slight variation of the truth, that they were the first to make a move on you and you were simply defending yourself. You claimed it from one of them as your prize.

 

She crosses her arms across her chest and narrows her eyes at you.

"That is simply theft. How does it benefit you to take what is theirs?"

You decide not to mention the part where you maybe paralyzed one of them. You sigh, it's quite apparent Aamina is upset now. You think any hope of perhaps making a friend before you leave is now gone.

 

You apologize for your actions, admitting that yes, in hindsight it was the wrong thing to do. In your defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time - something to make them feel the pain of their crime. Not expecting much of a reply, you hang your head and walk slowly towards the station.

After a few moments you her Aamina's voice behind you. "Wait," she says. "I guess I can understand that." She glances to the side. "I guess it's common for men to have... that problem. It must be very frustrating." She turns back towards you.

You turn around, taken by surprise. You stammer a bit, asking if she'll forgive you. "Yes," she sighs, "I suppose I could. Now, where were you going?"

Again you pause for an answer. Something to eat, you say. You ask her if she'd like to come. She gives you an odd look, but then smiles and agrees.

She comes up to your side again, a bit closer than before. You notice she's nearly a head taller than you and well-built.

 

>>

 

As you approach the stairs, suddenly you hear a shrill cry. "YOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!!"

A tiny, bloodied sphinx lands from the air near you, then collapses to the ground. One of her legs appears to be badly hurt.

Aamina runs to the sphinx. Again she points at you, "YOU! How dare you throw me from a building! And then you just left me to die?!" the young girl screeches.

Aamina looks at you in shock. "What? Is that true?" she looks at you for an answer, expecting your immediate response. Your hesitance winds up being the wrong answer.

She sets the sphinx down, and begins approaching you with heavy steps. The flames on her tail are now an inferno.

 

>>

 

You begin taking steps back. You plead with her that the sphinx attempted to rape you because you didn't answer her stupid fucking riddle.

Aamina snarls. "So your solution is to throw her from a building?!"

You realize you're not going to escape this with words. Something in the back of your mind reaches up. Yes, you say aloud, to no one in particular It was inevitable. No one would be your friend. They just want to rape you then leave you. When you defend yourself, they cry about it and somehow you're the bad guy here? Like hell. You're all the fucked up ones here. You just wanted to a friend and maybe a lover.

Aamina seems to have stopped, considering your words. She is still extremely upset, but she can't help but feel a part of you is correct. Of course, you don't care about winning her back now. You saw her true colors. Yes you did. Aamina gives you an odd look.

"True colors?" she asks.

You nod. Oh yes, you say. Yes yes yes! The instant someone turned up and said a negative thing about you, she immediately turned on you!

Aamina looks down. "What you did was wrong and you know it."

Hahahaha! Wrong? Wrong?! What the fuck?

You shake your head. While you spew this vitriol, there's still a part of you that is telling you to shut up. She's not going to attack you now. Leave it be. You calm down slightly.

"At least apologize to her." Aamina is looking at you, still angry.

You tilt your head side to side and respond that you will not. She should apologize for trying to rape you. You decide you have nothing more to say, and begin walking down the stairs. "Halt," Aamina says. "We're not done here." You smile, and reach for the knife in your bag. While it will not hurt her... you hurl it at the sphinx instead! Aamina dashes to intercept it. You race down the stairs, not knowing if you hit the sphinx or not.

There's another exit in the station, and two trains departing. One is going north, the other south.

 

>>

 

Hahaha, you laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh as you run down the stairs. Life is funny. It's like a clown, it makes you laugh so much.

You're catching a lot of odd looks, but you don't care. Their wary stares mean you won't be raped, at least.

Still laughing, you head towards the nearest train. Suddenly, your laughter halts as you realize that, like a clown, life has no meaning. Yes, what purpose does a dancing clown have? There is no purpose, of course! If there's no meaning, why continue? Why endure this?

You slightly change course. Another train is arriving. Soon it'll be over, you think. You'll escape this city.

You close your eyes and continue running.

 

Something big and heavy hits you, but it's not the train. You roll to the side, limbs flailing about. You open your eyes and see Aamina tumbling backwards into the path of the train. It's over relatively quick for her. She may be big and strong, but the train was bigger.

You sit in utter silence. The whole station is silent now.

 

>>

 

You stagger to your feet. You can't really process what just happened. You assume she's dead, but you can't help but want to look at the macabre sight. Others are already looking down. You peer over the edge, expecting a bloody mess. There is blood yes, and it is a mess, but there is something looking back at you.

Her left arm looks like it's nearly shattered. Her left leg appears to be broken, and no doubt she will have broken ribs. And yet she's still looking at you. You jump down and move closer. She's breathing heavily, coughing.

You drop to your knees next to her. You still haven't said a word. She glares at you.

"Why... would... you... kill..." she starts coughing too much to speak. You ask why she would save you despite what you just did.

She looks down, then pokes you in the chest with her right arm.

"Must've hurt... you... more... than this." She sighs and closes her eyes. After a moment she opens them again.

"You should... go now."

 

You simply nod and stand. You're still not entirely sure what's going on. The trains won't be running anymore, not around here anyways. Not wanting to know what happened to the sphinx, you run out the other exit. Then you keep running. Eventually you spot the rush of ambulances and police cars heading to the station.

You still run. You're still not sure what happened. You know you just need to leave this place.

Your thoughts are focused elsewhere while you run, causing you to run into another problem. A large wurm turns around to look at what just bumped into her. She gives you a toothy smile. "Where are you going so fast?"

No, not now. Not this. You don't know if you can fend off a wurm, and you suddenly feel exhausted from running.

 

>>

 

You stand and stare at the wurm. She tilts her head at you. "You look cute" she sticks out her tongue.

You can't deal with this shit anymore. In a moment of clarity, however, you remember something.

You ask her the same riddle the sphinx asked you; everyone knows the answer by now but it might work on her.

She stops to consider your riddle, rubbing her jaw with her clawed hand. She slithers back and forth in the same place. You suppose that's how they pace.

While she's distracted, you sneak off out of her sight.

You sit down on a curb. You think about the the salamander, Aamina. Even after all you did she still thought you worthy enough to keep you alive. Maybe you should go back? Surely you'd go to jail for what you did to the sphinx though. Maybe you deserve it.

You begin to cautiously return to the station, peeking around the corner of the exit you escaped from. You see Aamina being hauled out on a stretcher. No sign of the sphinx though as she's on the other side. You're pretty sure Aamina was the only witness to your knife toss at the sphinx, so you cross to the other side of the station.

On the other side you see the sphinx is gone, and there's only one ambulance. Either she was always taken away or she left on her own. You decide to take a risk.

Dashing over to a police offer, you ask her for something to write on - saying you know the salamander and you need to give her a note before she leaves. The officer gives you a suspicious look, but acknowledges your request. She hands you her pad and pen. You write down your phone number and name on the paper, tear it off, then run to the stretcher as it's being loaded in. Aamina is currently under an oxygen mask, so you just tuck the bit of paper into her hand. She seems to see you and squeezes the paper and your hand.

 

The EMT loading her in asks your relation to her.

 

You respond that you're just a friend. The EMT mentions that only family are allowed to go with, to which you simply nod your head.

 

The ambulance departs, and you're left with naught but your memories of all that transpired this night. Slinking over to a bench and collapsing upon it, you stare at the ground, looking at nothing in particular.

 

Suddenly you notice a slight glint on the ground. Catching your interest, you get up and go towards it. To your surprise it's you're knife. It appears unbloodied, giving you some small measure of relief.

 

Returning to the bench, you sit down and focus on the blade, turning it about in your hand, staring at it. You hope that in its gleaming edge you'll find the answer to your problems - though you already know it won't provide them. You tried that route and wound up hurting someone else.

 

You think about throwing the knife away, but decide to keep it with you.

 

With a mighty huff, you stand up, resolved to advance forward in your life.

 

>>

 

After your bold declaration, you decide to check out the train schedule. Unfortunately due to Aamina getting hit, the trains at the station and any linked directly to it won't be operating for a while.

Hungry from your day's misery, you walk to the nearest diner for some comfort food.

 

You find a cozy looking establishment and enter. The door chimes, and a human waitress smiles at you from across the counter and tells you to take a seat wherever you'd like. You slump down into a booth at the far end of the place, as far away from the door as possible.

The waitress comes over to, handing you a menu and walks off.

After a few minutes she returns, and you place your order.

While waiting for your meal, you notice there's two women in here with you. One appears to be an Ushi-Oni near the door, and the other is a Shirohebi.

They both seem to be giving you glances. You worry slightly that you may have to defend yourself again soon, but you also wonder if your rash judgements have been what's keeping others away from you. No one can get close to you if you don't let them near, after all.

 

You return their glances, giving them a slight smile. They in turn smile back at you. You consider going over and talking to one of them, but decide to stay in your own booth.

Eventually the food arrives and you eat, enjoying the greasy chow. As you eat, you wonder about the salamander and the sphinx. While you're glad she's not hurt, you wonder if you'll ever get the chance to apologize for your actions. You know it won't mean much, but it seems like the correct thing to do in order to begin setting yourself straight. Unfortunately you don't know who she is or where she came from; you had never seen her around that area before.

Aamina was... special, you think. Even if love wasn't possible, you consider she could have been a dear friend. Now that you've likely thrown that away, you can't help but wonder what else you've missed in life. This whole thought process has left you feeling very depressed. Finishing your meal, you decide to leave promptly.

 

You approach the counter to pay. As you walk up, you notice the Ushi-Oni in particular appears to be leering at you. The Shirohebi seems to be disinterested now.

 

Paying and leaving, you worry slightly about being followed, but after a minute no one else has come out. You decide that maybe a stiff drink will help, or it could make your brooding mood even worse. Either way you don't think you have much to lose.

 

Heading to the nearest bar, you settle in and find it's completely empty save for you and the bartender. The bartender looks at you, giving you a nod as you enter. You ask him why the place is so empty.

"Ah, on a night like tonight most men stay at home, and most... extra-species girls are on the prowl." He looks over at the door as it opens again, then looks back at you.

"I'm afraid I'll have ask you to leave, sorry chap."

You wonder what he's talking about, then look over at the door. It's the Ushi-Oni.

 

>>

 

You ask the bar tender why you need to leave.

"She's here for you, isn't she?" He says with a bit of concern.

You say that you saw her at a diner, but you don't know why she followed you here.

"And that's why you need to leave. I don't want any trouble in here." He shoots a glare at the woman. However, he notices she seems rather sedate. She strides in easily, walking right up to you then... sitting, as best as an Ushi-Oni can, you suppose.

You think about running or bringing out your knife, but you hold those thoughts. She hasn't done anything... yet.

Constantly jumping to rash conclusions hasn't helped you any. Maybe you can talk to her.

 

She drops an elbow on the bar, then props her head up on her clawed hand, and turns to you. She hasn't said a word yet, but just continues to look at you.

 

The bartender is beginning to look nervous. He asks the Ushi-Oni is she'd like a drink.

 

She turns to him, smiling. "Yes," you're surprised by her sweet-sounding voice. You imagined someone like her would be more... husky, or raspy, or demonic. "I'll have a whiskey. Neat." Turning back to you, she asks what you'd like. "I'll pay, sugar," giving you a smile.

You look at her for a spell, then answer a rum and coke.

"You heard the boy," she says shifting her eyes to the bartender.

Her serves you up the drinks. You start to nurse yours, whereas the Ushi-Oni slams hers in a single gulp.

Thinking for a while, tumbling the ice in her glass, she continues to look at you, making you feel very uneasy.

She leans in close, and you have to fight the urge to run.

Whispering, she says 'I know what you did.' She leans back to a normal distance, then continues.

"Before I do anything, I'd like to know why."

You still have no idea who she is.

 

>>

 

You respond that you don't know what she's talking about; she must have the wrong person.

The Ushi-Oni sighs, setting down her tumbler.

 

"I know that you're lying to me right now." Her one uncovered eye burns bright crimson as she stares at you.

"Do you wish to change your story, or will I have to meet the bartender's expectations?"

The poor bartender looks stricken, constantly shifting his nervous glances between you and the woman.

You look down nervously, then back up. Sighing, you decide to tell her the truth.

"I don't know why. I was just... tired of it all." You frown and look at her. "It's your... kind... that drove me to this." You curl and uncurl your hands into fists, then point a finger at her.

"If it wasn't for your sort, I wouldn't have to endure this." Anger is beginning to seep into your words, but you manage to rein it in.

 

The Ushi-Oni laughs lightly. "Was that so hard, boy? I had hoped you would talk to me at the diner, but instead you made me chase you. I should eat you up just for that." You can't tell if she's joking or not.

 

You know that her kind is known for their rampaging lust. How is she so calm, especially on a night like this?

 

>>

 

You ask her if she's going to report you now. She shakes her head. "No, I won't. But..." she begins to look you up and down. "I figure you're rather lonely. I will not force myself on you, but I will extend the opportunity for you to be with me tonight, if you would so wish."

You ask her why, despite knowing what she knows.

"Well, you did try to kill yourself after all."

You realize she doesn't know about the sphinx. She just saw you at the station.

"I'd be more than happy to offer you... comfort." She gives you a wink.

 

You politely decline her advances, to which she looks at you like you're utterly mad. Her mouth hangs open, her eye open in shock.

"Fine," her mood quickly changing to annoyance.

You mention that maybe you could be friends. All you receive in response is a scowl, then a harsh glare. You decide to leave the bar, and notice she doesn't give chase. Perhaps she'll keep her word.

As you stand outside, you consider where to head next. Your belly is full and a little alcohol has given some warmth to your skin.

Deciding that anywhere is better than nowhere, you begin walking off in a random direction.

 

>>

 

Moments later, the most unfortunate thing has occured. The door to the bar has been torn off its hinges, and the Ushi-Oni bursts out. Whipping your head around, you see both of her eyes now. She's looking right at you, drooling and panting.

Apparently she wasn't so calm and collected after all.

You have about a hundred yard advantage on her right now. The direction you were headed has a park. Behind her is the urban sprawl of the city. Thinking fast, you know there's a large creek that runs through the park.

 

You remove the knife from your bag, just in case, though you suspect it won't help you much. You proceed to haul ass to the park, hoping you will find some kind of shelter there.

The Ushi-Oni gives a feral, primal scream and begins to tear after you.

Running as hard as you can, you reach the first row of trees at the park, then spy the creek. It's not too cold out, and the water looks fairly deep. However if you jump, it'll be obvious that you entered the water. You figure it's better than nothing - maybe the Ushi-Oni isn't a great swimmer?

 

Taking the plunge, you're disheartened by the depth of the water. You're able to stand up in it, the water coming to your chin. You frown and begin to wonder what you were thinking. It is just a creek, afterall.

 

There's a small bridge that crosses the banks, and you begin to swim under that. You hear the Ushi-Oni approach, then she appears in a burst, jumping into the water after you. She's less than a dozen feet away now.

Swimming with all your might, you manage to cross under the bridge while she still flounders about. You manage to clamber up onto the bank, then run up onto the bridge as the Ushi-Oni appears underneath you.

 

This situation feels kind of nostalgic. You firm your grasp on the knife.

 

>>

 

You briefly considering leaping down and stabbing her, but decide that's not the solution to this problem.

You begin to run, shouting that she nasty, hairy legs and should shave them. This isn't France, after all.

You can't tell if the snarling she's doing is in response to that, or just the beast-like sounds she's been making the entire time.

You sprint down the short bridge and onto the path. It seems to lead to some kind of garden that has dense patches of flowers and shrubs. You think this would be a good place to hide, and hunker down in a dense patch of flowers and bushes, laying low. You hope you're completely covered, but you're unsure if it'll hide you from her.

You'll soon find out, as you can hear the stampede of her many legs. Much to your joy she streaks right past your hiding spot, continuing down the path. Running seems to have been the best idea, though you decide to wait for several minutes until you think she's gone.

Waiting for maybe ten minutes, you begin to slowly crawl out, and head back towards the city.

45 minutes or so later, you arrive at the subway station where Aamina saved your life.

The trains seem to have resumed now, though you are desperately tired. Through a few train changes you could basically go anywhere in the city, or even begin to head towards leaving, though the last train to Ruraltown left a short while ago. You'd need to wait until morning.

 

>>

 

You attempt to phone Kennedy. The phone beeps and asks that you dial the correct number. Your heart sinks slightly.

 

You think that Aamina is probably not able to receive visitors yet, especially at this hour.

Maybe you can look for the sphinx? You take a subway back to your former apartment. The buses have stopped running now, so you must hoof it.

Walking quickly through the dark, you reach the busstop where you assaulted the Tunnel Snakes. They're gone now - so many the one was able to get back. You walk over to your building, looking around. There's no sign of anyone.

 

Feeling dejected, you begin to walk away when you hear a young voice.

 

"I talk, but I do not spe..."

You immediately find the source and cut her off. It's the tiny sphinx. As you burst around the corner, she immediately becomes quiet. Her mouth is still hanging open, though.

Looking at you, her eyes being to quiver, then she bursts into tears, pleading with you not to hurt her anymore.

You see her leg is wrapped and she's covered in small bandages. Someone had to have taken care of her.

 

>>

 

 

You look down at the shaking tiny sphinx and tell her that the answer is 'your mom.'

 

She stops crying and peers up at you through her tiny fists that were rubbing her face, sniffing.

 

"Yeah..." she mumbles.

 

You apologize for before, and then go on to say how you were tired of girls and women rubbing all up on you. It was fun at first you agree, but you never really got anything else from it. Eventually it just became a fucking chore and it slowly chipped away at your sanity.

 

The tiny sphinx doesn't quite understand.

 

You ask her what she's doing out here at this time of the night.

"Try...trying to.. to get..men.."

 

She'd be cute if she wasn't like ten years old, trying to seduce men. You ask her how she got back here.

 

"My... my mom found.. me."

 

Uh oh. Things could be trouble. These events with her didn't occur all that long ago. Mommy dearest could still be around somewhere.

 

You quickly ask what happened between her and the Salamander.

"I... I saw you throw something... but it just hit the ground."

Well that answers that.

 

You again tell the tiny sphinx you're sorry and ask if you can hug her.

She looks nervous, but agrees.

 

You sweep her up in a hug, and she in turn hugs you with her arms and her front lion paws as well. It feels kind of odd, but she seems to be enjoying it.

 

Thinking about it now, you ask where the sphinx came from.

"I... moved in yesterday... over there." She points to an apartment that's near yours. You don't really recall anyone moving in though. Maybe they did it while you were at work or something?

 

The tiny sphinx continues to look at you. She seems to have forgiven you rather quickly.

 

 

While you were supposed to be gone, you haven't been gone all that long in perspective. You left at dusk and it's now sometime past midnight. Your key still works on the lock, and you enter. The tiny sphinx follows up behind you and asks if she can enter. Her lion's tail is waving back and forth. She seems to have forgotten what you did to her, or she has completely forgiven you. Perhaps it's due to her childish nature?

 

 

>>

 

 

Heavily fatigued both in body and spirit from the day's actions, you shuffle into your former apartment. In hindsight, you're glad you weren't able to sell all your furniture. There's still a bed here along with some sheets.

The tiny sphinx follows you in, her eyes full of curiosity as her tail flicks side to side.

Now that you think about it, you don't realize her name. You decide you may as well ask.

 

"Oh, my name is Inet; pleased to met you~"

 

What a strange name.

 

Ambling over to your bed, you think about how you'll sleep tonight. Your clothes are still soaking wet; same with the spares in your bag. You can set them out to dry over a curtain rod or something, but what about Inet?

 

You worry about sleeping naked in the same room as her. You ask her again why she wanted to come in here with you, despite you nearly killing her hours ago.

 

"You seem nice enough now, and I guess I shouldn't have tried to attack you like that..."

 

Her logic seems to be... odd. She's also rather well-spoken for looking so young.

 

Your ability to think or even move is rapidly failing. you need to sleep. If you try to sleep in your wet clothes you're probably not going to rest well.

 

>>

 

You decide to remove your clothing so you'll be able to sleep well.

 

You ask the sphinx if it's okay for you to do so. She shrugs in response. In turn you ask her to look away while you disrobe; perhaps go into the other room or something. She seems to wonder why you're asking that of her, but reluctantly agrees.

You shed your wet clothing and hang the garments up on a curtain rod and a chair that was left behind. Hopefully they'll be dry in the morning.

 

Slightly cold due to your exposure and being damp, you leap into the bed and roll yourself up in the sheets. Comfy as fuck. You yell that the sphinx can come back in if she wants. She almost immediately re-appears. Perhaps she was secretly watching you?

 

She strides up to your bed and jumps on. You tell her to get off, causing her to pout.

"Why?" she asks. Because... you're naked and she's a young sphinx that tried to rape you early.

Her ears droop and she seems rather sad, then begins scooting towards the edge of the bed. You sigh, thinking she can't be that harmful, though you ask why she wants to be up here.

Looking at you with tear-filled eyes, "I don't like sleeping alone."

God damn it. Fine, you say, she can stay. She instantly perks up and moves over next to you, then drops down and cuddles up against you. Kind of like a large dog. She smiles at you, but it seems innocent enough.

 

You kind of want to ask her about herself, but you're too damn tired. Closing your eyes, you drift off to sleep almost immediately.

 

>>

 

Sometime into the deep of the night, you awaken to an odd noise. Inet appears to be sobbing quietly to herself. She doesn't know you're awake as she's facing away from you.

 

Watching her small body wracked by sobs, you feel your heart growing heavy. While you think that normally you would be hardened against her tears, the events of the day have left you a bit emotional yourself.

 

You turn around and throw an arm over her, curling it around her furry mid-section. She seems shocked, turning to look at you. Her face is streaked by tears, her eyes red and puffy. She must have been crying for some time. You ask her why she's so upset; causing her expression to soften, then her face tightens up as her tears begin anew. She wails, then rolls over herself and clutches to you tightly, burying her face in your chest.

 

You're kind of taken aback by this, but wrap your other arm around the back of her head and pat her. She continues crying, gradually becoming quieter and quieter until she's silent, save for a few hics. Apparently she's cried herself to sleep; so like a child.

 

You drift off back to sleep yourself, clutching the tiny sphinx Inet in your arms.

 

>>

 

You wake up to a bright day. You figure it's long past morning - a glance at your waterproof watch reveals the time to be just after 11am. The tiny sphinx is still asleep as well, but she rouses from your movements. Her face still looks rather forlorn. You wonder if she came onto you in an attempt to simply be with someone?

 

You say good morning to her. She smiles weakly and repeats your greeting, then hops off the bed and walks out of the room. You figure now is a good time to dress yourself. Fortunately your clothing has dried.

 

As you leave the apartment, Inet clings to you. You ask her why doesn't she go back to her place.

"Because" is the only answer she gives you. You threaten to go knock on the door for the apartment she told you she lives at.

"I..I don't live there," she finally admits. Looking at you weakly, seemingly on the verge of tears again, she asks if she can come with you.

 

>>

 

You contemplate her question, then tell her you need to know more about her before you can answer. You ask her why she wants to tag along with you; where are her parents?

 

She starts to look incredibly uneasy, and begins to cry again. Between her sobs she manages to tell you that she came to the city a little over a year ago. Her mother died of an illness, and her father died soon after - apparently he killed himself in a fit of grief.

She was with her father's brother, but as she claims, she was deeply resented and they treated her rather poorly.

 

This is all a bit much for you right now. This girl has had to deal with shit far worse than you have at a far younger age.

 

You agree to let her come with, then decide to head to the hospital. Maybe you could visit with Aamina. She'd probably be surprised to see Inet in your care.

 

As you travel to the hospital, Inet is silent for almost the entire time. You'd almost forgotten she was there, except for the fact that she constantly wants to hold your hand.

 

Arriving at the hospital, you ask about the salamander girl, Aamina. You say you're a friend, and would like to visit. The nurse tells you the room number, and you head off.

 

Arriving at the room, you find Aamina laid out in best in almost a full body cast. She's alert, and seems shocked to you see, then shocked again when Inet trails in behind you.

 

"What are you doing here? What is SHE doing here?!"

 

You explain the events of last night, your feelings, what happened with Inet, everything. At the end, Inet chimes in that she got to hold your hand the entire way here. She seems rather pleased with that. You're unsure why.

 

Aamina is staring at you, mouth open. She tilts her head back and laughs slightly.

"Meet all sorts, I suppose. Are you still planning on leaving this city?"

 

As you think of an answer, Inet tugs on your shirt. "Why are you leaving?"

 

 

>>

 

You explain your reasoning for wanting to leave; how the city drove you into the depths of madness. That you just want a real fucking friend, and maybe someone to hold.

 

Inet gives you a hug and says she'll be your friend. You smile and pat her on the head.

 

Aamina looks... sad. She remains quiet for a rather long time. You ask her what's on her mind, and she gives you an uneasy glance. Inet walks over to her and asks her what's wrong, elliciting a sigh from her.

"Even children are worried about me.."

 

Aamina looks back up at you.

 

"I guess I was the sort you hate, then. Not too long ago I would... assault men at random. Few could best me in a fight. Then I'd have my way with them. Though after being called a monster or a demon for so long, it began to eat away at me." She looks away from you, out the window.

"Weren't all men supposed to enjoy sex, no matter its form? Why were they protesting what I was doing?"

You can hear the frustrated resignation in her voice.

"Eventually I realized I was wrong. And, as I grew older I started feeling an ache that meaningless, casual sex couldn't cure."

She looks at Inet, then you.

"So I resolved to change my ways. That was about a year ago, and unfortunately most of my friends left me because I wouldn't join them in their debauchery."

A weak smile spreads on her face.

"So in some ways I understand you."

 

You sigh and run your hand through your hair. This is a lot of shit to deal with.

 

You give a quiet thanks to Aamina for changing her ways. You then ask if maybe you two could get to know each other better.

 

She smiles again. "Possibly."

 

You look down at Inet, she smiles back. You mention about maybe finding her a foster home or something. As the words 'foster' roll out of your mouth, she instantly begins to tear up, yelling "No!" over and over again. You wonder if she's already had... experience with the system.

 

Unfortunately you're no closer to a decision now than before.

 

>>

 

You look around the room absently, trying to bolster your courage. Finally you decide to ask Aamina if she would like to leave the city and come out into the country with you.

Oddly, it seems as if she had been considering that question herself, her reply is quick.

 

"Maybe, but not now - and I don't just mean me being laid up here." Her voice is rather serious. "I... I think it might do me some good to leave this place as well; to leave these temptations. But, I can't just pack up and leave."

You nod your understanding. Inet is still clinging to you. You wonder if that haughty attitude she displayed when you first met was a front. Biting your lip, you think about her situation. No one is going to transfer custody of a child to you, especially when she has relatives that are in the area. It'd be a protracted process to prove abuse when it's not physical. You could just... take her with you, but kidnapping is a rather serious crime. Depends on if her caretakers would file a report or not.

You kneel down and ask Inet if she'd like to go with you.

"What?!" Aamina yells out. You look over at her, then back to Inet.

Fidgeting, Inet looks down. "Y-yea... you seem nice now that you're not all crazy."

You give her a hug. Maybe taking care of her will help you as much as it'd help her. Though you wonder how you'll survive. You had planned to be able to live for up to half a year on your savings, but how long would it last with a child?

You ask Aamina if she has your number.

"Yeah, I do."

 

How long is she going to be in the hospital for, you ask.

"I'll probably be released in two weeks. My leg isn't too bad, so they figure I'll be able to walk on it by then."

She seems to be aware of your plans.

"Don't get caught, and good luck." She gives you a knowing smile.

You take hold of Inet's hand and tell her we're leaving.

 

>>

 

It's been about three weeks since you got to Ruraltown, and fortune has been with you every step of the way. You found a job within a week of being there. It's decent work with decent people and the pay isn't too bad. When you talked about how you were a new guy in town living out of a cheap motel, your boss mentioned that he had an empty apartment he recently moved out of to live with his new wife. He isn't able to break the lease for another six months, and has been looking for someone to take over the rent.

So, you found a place to live for a while as well that is rather affordable and clean.

You managed to enroll Inet at the local school; they didn't seem to care too much about looking at paperwork. You just explained that she was a relative you're taking care of, and they accepted it at face value. They're not too used to duplicity around here, it seems.

 

As you relax, your phone rings - it's an unfamiliar number, though you have a feeling you know who it is.

"Hey," the voice on the other end says as you answer.

"Is your offer still open?"

You smile and say that yes, it is, and you'd love to have her company.

"That's great." You can hear the joy in Aamina's voice.

You talk for a while longer, giving her your address and other pertinent details.

"I'll probably be out there in two days," she says. She still has some things to take care of. You say you'll see her soon and say goodbye, then hangup.

Inet comes into the room and asks who it was. You say Aamina, causing her to light up.

"Is she going to come live with us?"

Yeah, you answer. She is. Inet seems quite pleased, saying she liked the lizard lady too.

You pat her on the head and smile.

 

You give a content sigh. You never thought you'd see this day come. You feel genuinely  happy for the first time you can remember.

 

---Saucy Epilogue---

 

Aamina arrived much as you had; naught but a few bags of belongings. She had apparently decided to leave the city not long after you left the hospital.

 

As the weeks bled into months, the friendship between you two eventually blossomed into a romance. While you maintained being something of a father figure for Inet, Aamina never really became a 'mother' icon. Inet saw her more like a big sister or close friend. You think it had something to do with her being a salamander rather than a sphinx.

 

Aamina was a passionate sort about many things - especially sex. She also had an odd habit of wavering between being submissive and dominating. One minute she would be on her knees, ass in the air, begging you to fuck her silly. The next minute she'd throw you onto the bed, pinning your arms in place while she smashed herself against your crotch, refusing to let you move.

 

So, as usual, tonight you were looking forward to what she'd be up to.

 

 

Aamina stood at the end of the bed, entirely nude except for her lascivious smile. You took in the Salamander's body, your eyes working their way down from her face, to her shoulders adorned by her long, auburn hair. Then taking in her large, shapely breasts that were capped by pert nipples that yearned to be sucked on. Trailing down you traced her taut and shapely abdomen, a hint of her muscles showing through due to her leanness and strength. Her belly and waist gave way to wide, sensual hips, and a supple yet firm ass. Drawing down further, your eyes dropping onto her bald snatch. There were hints of glistening moisture around the reddened lips, indicating her desire. The wall behind her was being illuminated by the fire on her tail, something that always fascinated you. She could control its intensity so that it was warm or hot, yet did not burn you or anything else. Looking back up to her eyes, you suspected she was feeling a bit more dominating tonight. She paced back and forth out of your reach, ensuring your eyes followed her movements and every jiggle and bounce of her breasts and ass. She'd occasionally pause and wiggle her hips, or bend over and spread her wet gash, craning her neck so she could watch your intense focus on her sex.

 

If you attempted to move she'd back off and cover herself with her arms, telling you to be patient. She was clearly enjoying teasing you, her eyes darting often to your hard cock. Her show became more lewd as she would place a leg up on the bed, causing her labia to part. She'd toy with herself, putting a finger inside and rubbing her hard clit as she stared at you, slicking her inner thighs with her flowing juices. Once you began to leak precum, that's when she decided the real fun should begin. Crawling up onto the bed, Aamina continued until she was entirely over you, kneeling. Her height advantage made her an imposing figure, but her lustful smile still had a somewhat gentle quality to it. She bent her neck down, giving you a very deep kiss, her tongue searching yours out. While doing so, she lowered her hips, searching for your cock. Either through luck or skill, she managed to maneuever her hot, wet box on top of your rigid dick in the first attempt. Circling her hips, causing her lips to tease the head of your cock for a few moments, she then let her weight carry her hips down. With a dull thud of flesh on flesh, she hilted herself on you in one smooth, quick motion. Breaking her kiss, she brought her torso up, putting further weight on your pelvis, grinding your dick into her.

 

The feeling inside her was almost uncomfortably hot, the power of her fire kept her loins at temperatures most other races could only dream of. You looked from the sight of your penis buried entirely in her to her face - her mouth was open, traces of your spit mixed with hers running down her chin. Leaning back further, supporting some of her weight on her arms, she began to raise and lower her hips at an almost maddeningly slow pace. Her steamy, hot folds and tightness massaged and tickled your cock as she pulled it out of her, one inch at a time over what felt like hours. Then, just as the head was about to break from her warmth, she would slam back down, causing her flesh to slap against yours. Every time she did so it seemed like she drooled a little more, and moaned a little every time.

 

In a feat that still impressed you, she brought her tail up and managed to bind your arms with it, holding them up slightly. She seemed to rather enjoy these bits of light bondage, sticking a finger in her mouth and chewing on it while staring at you, giggling in between her moans and pants. The light from her tail danced about, casting shadows and highlighting various parts of her body in rapid sequence.

 

A few minutes of this was all you could take, reaching orgasm on one of her sudden drops. You reached up and grabbed her hips as you lifted your own to try and bury even farther in her, an intense, instinctual drive within you to impregnant her. You let out a long groan as you fired hot, sticky ropes into her, coating her insides with your love. Occasionally you could feel the tip of your cock bump against what must be her cervix, leading you to wonder if you were ejaculating straight into her womb. That thought seemed to only heighten your desire to bury yourself inside her. Firing four or five thick pulses of cum into her, you let yourself relax on the bed. She sighed, then began to move again, only this time with a seemingly demonic fervor.

 

Now at a heightened sensitivity due to your orgasm, you twitched and jerked as her rapid motions carresed and teased at your cock, refusing to let it go limp. She shifted down again, smothering your face in her breasts, urging you to suck on them. Not wanting to let her down, you took one of her nipples into your mouth, teasing the other with your hand. You nibbled and sucked on her nipple, flicking it with your tongue. Her pace became even more frantic, leading to her moaning nonstop as you toyed with her while she worked to extract another load from within you. Within only a minute, you felt her suddenly tighten around you, then let out a long, low moan. Her pussy rippled and contracted as an orgasm ripped through her, milking you even though she stopped moving, its heat reaching new peaks. The new sensations along with her moan right in your ear was enough to trigger a second release of your seed into her. Her cunt drank deep of your offerings, no matter how many jets of semen you dumped into her. Her moans turned into ragged breaths, and she scooped you up into a hug, releasing your hands from her tail's grasp and sitting up, whisping how much she loved you all the while. Lost in your passions, neither of you noticed Inet watching from the partially open door.

 

She was staring intently as you and Aamina enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. She sat on her haunches, masturbating and panting, longing to be the one you fucked. Her fingers delved deep inside her, matching the rythm Aamina set. When Aamina moved slowly up, Inet drew her fingers out of herself in equal measure. When she dropped onto your pelvis in a mighty thrust, she jammed her fingers into herself. Her other hand worked her clit, circling and rubbing the entire time. Her legs twitched and she struggled to stiffle moans as she orgasmed several times watching you two fuck like animals, covering the floor in her juices. Her last orgasm proved too much for her to contain, however, and she let out a long moan that you and Aamina both heard as she hugged you against herself. You both looked at the door to see Inet looking back, her face frought with horror at having been discovered. Unfortunately her legs were still shakey from her rapid-fire orgasms, and with a speed you could hardly comprehend Aamina had darted from you to open the door.

 

Aamina grinned at the tiny sphinx, then turned to you. No, she wouldn't, you thought. But she did. She picked up the sphinx, and brought her into the room. You tried to protest that she was like a daughter to you, or that was she too young, but Aamina wouldn't have any of it. "Go on, Inet, tell him how much you want him. How much you desire him. I'm willing to share." Inet's entire face was red, and you couldn't help but also look at her tight, swollen pussy. She was entirely drenched, some of her juices still dripping off of her. Aamina stripped off the shirt Inet was wearing, revealing her budding breasts; her cute nipples standing on end. Inet tried to cover herself, but Aamina swatted away her arms.

"Now, don't you want this, Inet?" Aamina cooed.

"Look how soaked you are! Wouldn't it be better to just admit it and give in to your desires?" She was being unusually dominating tonight.

Inet struggled a bit, not giving an answer for some time, but then muttered "Y-yes... I-I want it..." Her face flushed a new shade of crimson, but her snatch seemed to renew its drooling, trickling some of her juices onto your leg as Aamina held her in the air above you. You didn't want to think of her like that, but her quiet admission and your eyes locked on her lovebox gave rise to your desire. Aamina looked at your cock then at you. "Oh ho, looks like the feeling is mutual," she said, flashing a wicked grin. "But first.."

 

Aamina sat on the bed, then raised the tiny sphinx higher so that her soppy cunt was level with her face. Moving her head between her loins, Aamina's long tongue darted out into Inet's gash, licking up and down, circling her clit, and darting in between the tight folds to explore her depths. Inet moaned and wriggled about, but she was no match for Aamina's strength. Her unrelenting tongue exploring her most secret areas, the strong muscle flicking over all her sensitive areas. In no time at all Inet reached an orgasm of strength she had never experienced before, filling Aamina's mouth and spraying her face with her secretions. Aamina laughed, seeming to revel in the power she had over the sphinx. Watching the whole thing had made you painfully hard, your mind filled with a desire to truly make Inet yours. Aamina laid down on the bed, wiggling up so her head was over the other side. She set the panting sphinx on her chest, positioning her so that Inet's rear was over her face. Aamina waved at you, "Come," she demanded. You obediently stood and walked to the other side of the bed, staring down at Aamina as she looked back up at you, then to Inet's ass and her pussy, still dripping, trailing sticky tendrils onto Aamina's face.

 

Inet turned around to look at you, her face flushed by passion, her eyes yearning with desire. "G-go ahead..." she mewled, a clenched hand near her mouth. The last of your resignations obliterated, you positioned your impossibly hard cock near her entrance, your head slightly parting her engorged labia. Her lips were softer and fuller than Aamina's, your head smoothly running up and down due the abundance of fluids. As you began to push inside her, Inet gasped and moaned with every inch, her tight, young snatch fighting you the entire time. It felt like every part of her was hanging tightly onto you, refusing to let go as you forcefully slid into her. Her moans and gasps seemed to be a mix of pain and pleasure, her body dropping, grabbing handfuls of the sheets and her paws seemed to curl around Aamina.

 

Stretching her apart, inch by painfully slow inch, it felt like you would melt inside her. The sensations were entirely different than Aamina's, perhaps even better. Not even fully inside her you let out a small moan, triggering a giggle from Aamina. Her tongue then reached out to lick at Inet's gash, teasing her clit and then running down your shaft as you inserted yourself. Finally you buried yourself entirely within the tiny sphinx, pausing to rest, letting her insides adjust to the sudden intruder. Aamina, however, wasn't intent on letting either of you relax. Her energetic tongue constantly teased at Inet and you, trailing Inet's juices and her saliva across your testicles.

 

With a hiss you began pulling out of the sphinx, garnering more gasps and moans from her. Again her tightness seemed desperate to hang onto you, her lips distending as you began to remove yourself. Aamina seemed to double her efforts on the sphinx, driving her to yet another orgasm. Inet twitched and spasmed, her tight cunt doing the same. The suddenly rapid motions of her insides along with the new, almost crushing, tightness seemed to draw and suck on you, eliciting groans as you fought to control your orgasm. As her raging torrent subsidied, you resumed drawing out from her, letting the cool air relieve some of the built up tension as your shaft exposed itself. Aamina kept up her assault on the sphinx, her face a sticky mess of sexual fluids. Aamina paused briefly to command the sphinx to service her as well, and much to your surprise the sphinx obeyed. She lowered herself and began lapping at Aamina's folds, her inexperience rather plain to see, though she quickly brought her hands into play as well. Aamina shuddered and smiled as Inet began to work on her, then looked at you.

"What are you waiting for? Give this bitch a rough fuck she won't soon forget." You wondered about her language, but agreed with her words.

 

Sliding back into the sphinx, you found she had loosened some, though she was still incredibly tight. Leaning over the tiny sphinx, you wrapped your arms around her furry midsection. The feel of her fur against your body and face was warm and sensual. Rubbing your face in between her fuzzy shoulderblades, you exhaled deeply into her fur and began to quicken your pace. In just a fraction of the time it took before, you hilted yourself deeply into the sphinx, delighting in all her internal ridges and folds that stroked your cock. Some of them managed to get under the flare of your glans, stroking your most sensitive area, causing you to gasp into her fur. Unable to take this slow pace anymore and heedless of the sphinxes comfort, you began to thrust in and out of her savagely. Inet's attention on Aamina's wetness gone, she could do little more than practically scream in pleasure as you railed your inches in and out of her tiny, tight, lovebox.

 

Sawing in and out of her with a primal fury, your balls slapping against her cunt while Aamina delighted in the close-up spectacle, Inet let loose another torrent of sticky fluids as she shuddered in orgasm, burying her face in the bed as she struggled to control herself, her moans muffled by the sheets. Hugging her even tighter, your hips bucking wildly against her, you finally released inside her. A thick buldge formed at the base of your cock, traveling up your urethra before expelling itself into her tight snatch, giving her insides an alabaster coating. Then another buldge worked its way free, and another, and another, each one feeling more satisfying than the one before it as your insticts sought to impregnant the creature you buried yourself inside of. So tight was Inet, and so furious your orgasm, some of the thick batter managed to squirt free, splattering onto Aamina's face, causing her to giggle with delight.

 

Still grasping onto the small sphinx, her breath sharp, ragged gasps, you unhooked your arms from her beastial mid-section and stroked her hair. It looked like had passed out from the whole ordeal. The last thunderous orgasm must've been too much for her to handle. Your own breath coming in short gasps, you picked her up off Aamina and set her down on the other end of the bed, noting the volume of sticky fluids she had secreted onto Aamina. She sighed and sat up, looking at you intently. She ran her hands along the inside of her thighs, drawing your attention to a small puddle underneath her own cunt, then she began to tease herself, inserting one or two fingers insider of herself as she played with her breasts with the other hand. Apparently she was nowhere near satsified; if anything she was more fired up than before. She moaned your name, demanding you come hither. Her tail was partially underneath her, the tip thumping heavily against the bed.

 

There would be little rest tonight. Looking towards the sphinx sleeping fitfully, you thought that there would be little rest for quite some time.