The Manticore’s Vow

After a while of laying in the sleeping Alexandria’s embrace you began to unravel yourself from her grasp. As you stood up naked, your toned muscles covered in slime, and your member slathered in her pussy juice you looked down on the happy slug girl laying in the soft grass who’s gooey cunt oozed your glowing cum. With her hair frizzy, a subtle smile on her face, and cuddled next to the shimmering creek you knew she was enjoying sweet dreams laying in the afterglow of your love making.

The manticore leaned on a tree looking slightly impressed by your performance. “Y’know most heroes would think twice before getting in a wrestling match with a slug girl. Then again most would claim it as heresy to fuck monster girls into submission as well.” her know-it-all attitude had made you more tired than anything else tonight.

“Who are you?” you uttered coldly with a blank expression. You let your exhaustion set your tone no longer letting the sadistic hunter feast on your fearful expression.

Sensing your lack of respect the manticore stood up straight and came face to you with her eyes glowing in the night. “Oh, little hero, don’t act so wreckless with me” she warned with a sinister tone. Only now did you realize how strong she looked. Under her elegant dress was unmistakablely an amazonian physique. None of that mattered to you.

You were unphased reiterating your question with the same tired expression, “Who are you?”

Rage filled the manticore as she scowled at you. You didn’t care. She could break yoyr pelvis right now and find some other poor soul to torment. “If you’re such an amazing hero then you should be able to figure it out! I’ll be back little hero and you’ll be sorry.” she raised her voice attempting to be imposing and intimidating. However you couldn’t help but find the theatric slightly childish.

Thus she flew away into the night sky leaving her ally laying naked in the soft grass abandoned. You didn’t even know her name.

Your attention turned to Dodo who was nesting peacefully in a tree much to your jealousy. Then you remembered the slug girl laying naked in the grass. You felt guilty just leaving her there naked and alone. Her dress had unnoticeablely drifted away in the creek during your scuffle. With little other options you picked up the slimy girl in your arms carrying her like a bride to Dodo and took her to your hut.