Sphinx in Tales of Voracious

I sat on the edge of the stone temple, watching those avoiding the once busy road as they picked their way through the underbrush to get to the city, cutting a wide path around the centrally located temple. A low rumble emanated from within the temple, a leonine sound I had been waiting to hear.

She stalked between the columns, body moving with predatory grace. Wings sprung from her back, the tips dragging delicately on the ground as large padded feet came to a standstill when her eyes landed upon me. A long tufted tail flicked behind her as she paused, taking in everything around me, as though I were a trap.

“Are you lost?” she asked, voice deep and enchanting.

I shook my head and slowly shifted so my back rested against a column and I faced her.

She walked until we were a few feet apart before she sat on her haunches and looked at me, curiosity, and confusion in her sharp eyes. They wandered over my eyes to my body, to the shift I wore that was easily transparent. Finally, she looked at my face and tilted her head. “Are you going to enter the city?”

“No, not at all.”

Dissatisfaction flickered over her features. She let a pause follow, a silence I was meant to fill.

“Are you visiting the city?” I asked pointedly.

The Sphinx chuckled despite herself, a sharp snort before regaining her regal composure. “No, pilgrim. I guard it.”

“From what?”

“Those who would travel there.”

“You know that they just use a different road now.” Her eyes narrowed and her claws flexed. I raised a brow. “Touchy subject?”

“If there is another road, why come this way?”

“Why, to see you, of course. I saw thee other road and thought you might be lonely.” I watched as she smirked. “And I dearly love a good riddle.”

Ears twitched and perked. “Oh. Really? You don’t seem dressed for riddles.” The woman moved, standing again, and walked by me, languid body brushing against my shoulder as she walked by, casually walking over the bones of previous victims.

“What do I seem dressed for, lady?” I didn’t follow her but turned my head as she leaped onto an altar above me, her eyes always watching me.

“More physical activities, I think.”

“AAre you not physical, then?”

Her head tilted and she blinked slowly, considering. “At times. If the mood strikes.”

“And how does one strike your mood?”

She grinned, sharp feline teeth showing. “With riddles.”

I nodded, considering. “Well played. Tell me your game so that I may consider it.”

“Tell me why you came.”

“Well, I haven’t just yet.” She flushed and smiled. I had never seen a sphinx be shy. “But I came to see you.”

“Why?” The tail flicked lazily in the heat as she looked away, watching her deserted road.

“I thought you might be lonely.”

The Sphinx didn’t look at me but I saw the tightening of her jaw and the flick of her tail at the honesty in my voice. “If you answer the riddle correctly, you may go into the city.”

“But what if I seek only your company?”

She sighed. “Then if you answer the riddle we shall, as you say, perhaps try a physical pursuit.”

I smirked. “Kind but I would not win your affection, lady. I would only want it if it were given freely.”

Fierce eyes settled on mine. “Then what is it you want?”

“To entertain you, I suppose. You want the riddle, and so I want to play. What will happen should I lose?”

Her grin appeared and she licked her lips. “I am to devour you.”

My hand touched my neck in mock surprise before slowly moving down my body, over my hardened nipple, sliding beneath the sheer fabric to the soft wetness between my thighs. “It has been some time since I have been devoured.”

The sphinx shifted, eyes suddenly large, as a hunter watches the hunted. “That isn’t what that means, pilgrim.”

“Language is ever-evolving and open to interpretation. Tell me, do you want to devour me?”

Her eyes looked to where my hand was softly touching. “It has been long since I tasted a woman.”

“Then you wish I would lose?” I moved my hand away and stood, resting my hands beside her paws and looking up at her. “So that you can eat me?”

She didn’t turn away this time but brought her face close enough to mine that I could feel her breath. “Yes.”

“Then ask me your riddle, lady. I am eager to delight you, devouring or no.”

“But your winning has not been decided, pilgrim.”

I tilted my head. “If I win, then you are free from here. If you wish it, and only if you wish it. You are not to kill yourself, nor another, but to go free and live how and where you will.”

The sphinx pulled her face away from mine. “You know my kind well.”

“You are not the first I have met.”

She turned to look at me, eyes narrowed. “Where is my sister you met now?”

“He roams his home freely. It was… quite the ordeal to free him. He too had an appetite for devouring.”

“How… fascinating.”

“He told me of you. And all your… hungers.” I walked around the altar until I was behind her. One hand slowly touched her back, trailing through the rough fur to her tail. Her skin twitched beneath my fingertips, making the flesh jump.

“And you came regardless.”

“I heard of all the men you’ve eaten. Sounded contrary to your needs.” My hand slipped between her back legs, fingers softly stroking the flesh of her opening. She groaned a half roaring sound that startled the birds from the pillars.

“Please,” she whispered, rolling to her side to open her legs.

“Ask me your riddle,” I whispered to her.

The sphinx opened her eyes wide, tilting her head to look down at me, another moan whispering from her. I stopped my hand and she flicked her tail, snorting as she righted herself. “Very well, pilgrim. What is born screaming but dies in silence?”

I smirked. “Democracy?”

She snorted and shifted, jumping atop me so that I fell beneath her weight, wings alighting to soften her landing. I giggled up at her toothy grin. A clawed paw dragged down my body, leaving fine lines of red blood as she pulled away the sheer fabric.

“No,” she finally purred, a rumbling moving through her body as she nuzzled between my thighs, human and cat tongue lapping against me, smooth and yet rough. My fingers dug into the luxurious hair on her head, moaning as I pressed up against her.

“It’s true, though. Democracy is born…” her tongue dove deeper, sending shivers down my spine. Teeth teasingly raked over the sensitive nub of flesh. “…from rebellion, ofteen from waar.”

I cried out, hips bucking up against her. One great paw pushed on my pelvis, holding me to the stone beneath. Her mouth devoured mee, hungrily teasing, and tasting, tongue swirling eagerly. “And almost always… dies from…”

A scream came out of my body as I shuddered and twitched beneath her, pressure ripping through my body. I gasped, panting from the sensations. Her body shifted, bringing her face to mine where I kissed the taste of myself off of her lips.

“Dies from?”

I blinked at her, confused, before laughing. “Apathy.”

She grinned instead of smirking. “Clever girl. I suppose that devouring was ill-gotten.”

“You could always ask another riddle,” I murmured, catching her lip in my teeth before releasing her. “But I plan to have my mouth too full to answer.” I shifted, turning myself so that my mouth was below her center, her mouth once more about the meeting of my thighs.

“Lower yourself,” I whispered, reaching up to guide her down. Fur and wetness greeted my lips as I lapped at her, tasting her wild flavor. I turned my head, letting my mouth explore her more, tongue playing with her own sensitive skin. “Is this what you want, lady? Is this what you choose?”

She bucked against my mouth, body shuddering. “Yes. Please. Yes. I want this.”

I smiled at her newfound freedom before letting my restraint go, shoving my tongue within her and teasing her relentlessly, consuming the sphinx and her lust.

The leonine woman roared and moaned as feline claws dug into the cement. Her mouth lowered once more, feasting on my wetness. Our moans combined, animalistic and divine, as the sphinx forgot her riddles, lost within the secrets of flesh and want.

On the road, the first traveler in a century walked into the city.

Last updated January 30, 2021