Chapter #6Scratch her back, she scratches yours by: P O S T B O Y   ...Huh? Her entire body now that you began to step forth to get a better look at her. Noticing that she looked shockingly...what is the word you are looking for oh yeah..."human" for a monster. Other than her noticeably damp skin's color is in a sickly in-between of pasty pale white and moldy light blue. Her massively unkempt matted hair is filled with knots practically hiding her eyes and upper part of her face. If it weren't for the fact that her mouth was wide open in surprise, revealing her clean yet oddly yellow fangs and a long blackish tongue, you couldn't hope to read her emotions. Back on topic, her crinkly locks were colored in a shade of green so dark that you almost mistake it for being black due to the low light in the barn. As you get closer, you notice that she was wearing a thin black robe that seemed to completely cover up her body save from her face.
"Hello, miss....would...you mind..'' You made an awkward stutter. You don't know what you are doing. The unnamed creature caused your guest to tilt her head to the side, Finding you to be different, I mean trapping a like her? You must either be powerful...or mad. But I digress, you continued. "...answering some questions? Like what are you? Why do monsters like to harass humans? What..."
'Ah ah..not so fast human." The creature finally spoke, her young yet fairly deep accented voice surprised you. While almost instantly, a lengthy finger with a gnarly curved wide talon-like nail. The base of it was gently pressed against your lips while its tip rested comfortably on the bridge of your nose. Despite it's fairly concerning appearance, the skin was strangely much softer than what its suggests. Your nostrils flared up the sweet earthy scent of some unknown flower emanated from it. Soothing your nerves somewhat and causing your cheeks to change into faint rosy pink ...although the mental image of her stilled robed arm extending from across from the other side of the room like some type of serpent was going to stick with him many a night. There she moved towards him, the swaying motion of her cloak made her seem almost wraith-like. As she got near, you noted that she was tall, standing a two or maybe three heads above you. There you heard faint slapping tap against as she moved, reminding you eerily like the traveling bands of priestesses and other holy warriors who fight in the name of the goddess who sometimes visits your sleepy village. They often commonly wore simple slip-on sandals on their travel-weary feet but you couldn't see any hint of feet due to her robe concealing most of her skin. Her arm slowly returns to natural while your brown eyes find themselves staring at her supple ample blossom which was very much visible. They were fairly large but weren't overly so and thus still looking natural, but despite having some curves she was notably thin and lanky judging from the bagginess of her cloak in some places like her around her waist. But you didn't dwell on such things as your eyes directly look at her face, specifically where her eyes should be. "I will ..answer your inquiries...provided you do something for me."
"..Alright. I will do anything!" You blurted, knightly valor and heroic bravado. He supposed it was fair since he did trap her with him and she hadn't threatened him or anything. So he didn't see the harm in it.
"Good, I would like you to be my companion. And before you say anything else...it would be quite advantageous to be allied with..an Annis or a witch your people like to call my kind. Then I answer your questions the best to my ability" She answered in an even tone. Only to dry crackle with amusement at the rate your skin quietly turns white as snow.
How could you not be? There are a selected handful of monsters that are as feared as the Wicca or more commonly known as the Witch. Countless stories of the crones causing plagues, enchanting men and women out of their fortunes, and eating children. Changing hapless sailors into animals and other terrible acts. In fact, the mention of the name Annis made you recall tales your grandfather used to tell you stories of a peculiar breed of witches who had blue skin who goes by that very name. Always trying to scare you into doing your chores but you always laugh it off. Just considering it to be silly folklore.
Up until now.
But knights don't run from horror and terror
"...I-I agree with your terms."
They face it head-on.
The witch's mouth once again was agape, certainly, she didn't think you concede. Already expected the frightful nature of man to take hold and run its course. Like him run away or even attacking her...except when he clearly didn't do either. She was honestly perplexed by it judging the way her thin lips curved a half-smirk. Causing a shudder prang through your spine.
"Very well, Since we are now companions, it would be good for both of us to know each other names. I'll start with mine; I am Radella Eastaughffe, fortieth daughter of Farrah Eastughffe."
'Fortieth daughter?! By the goddess!' Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull at the fact. Somehow you can feel Radella roll her unseen eyes in annoyance. Causing you as to squeak. "A-All right. my name David Gibbons, first son of Mariah and William Gibbons."
"Well David, since I already answer your first question and give you one of my own." The witch spoke with a roll of her tongue and a light smack of her lips. Now all of your attention is draw on her." To put this quite simply, are there any monsters who are also male?"
"Monsters who are..male?" Your mind instantly scrambled through archives of memories. You heard many things detailing monsters and the like over the years but yet not a whisper or murmur about male monsters. It was simply strange because every other animal, man including, are either boy and girl, Yet why are monsters defied this simple law of nature. How do they...oh..OH!
So that is why...they attack humans...
"We need you. Scores of young...monsters like myself out to the world to breed and act like foot soldiers, while our mothers, aunts, and such often rule over us." Radella"s voice was barely above being a whisper, she, unlike so many other young monsters who blissfully ignorant to it, she knows this for a fact,
"So that is why you want me to be..a "companion"...you saw an easy target and took it!" You spat with a growing venom in your voice. You can't believe that you fell right into her hands!
"In my defense, I thought you would run away or try to attack me without thought. You really surprised me there. " The tall blue-skinned witch lazily shrugged. Not sorry at all in the slightest. You couldn't even dwell as a barrel of old almost dead hay came sliding across the room towards. Causing you to topple and land on it with your butt. The witch simply sat down on your legs. Too amused by your squirming. "If it makes you feel any better, I did say that you are my companion, not my servant or pet. Companions help each other relax and bond with one another..."
Suddenly from the bottom from her robe, out came a pair of feet in sandals that have a thick brown leather stripe around her toes. Speaking of which, the long appendages began to crawl the right of pants. Causing waves of heat to come crashing down upon and your loins quietly swelling. Fitting of her tall height, Radelle"s feet were much bigger than an human's despite being fairly slim and lean looking. The underfoot was a much lighter shade than the rest of her skin, dusty too. One foot can clasp your hair with its long toes while nudging your chin with its tough cracked hell. Both of these gumshoes came to complete halt on your upper right thigh. The outsole of the sandals slowly dirties your pants while her toes continuously spread and scrunch, beckoning you to touch. The smirk on Radelle's face fully contorts into a true blue grin.
Both the sudden action and the aura her smile seemingly gave off made your heart feel like you ran a mile while your cock twitched with painful. A sign that it's begging to be touched...and more. With your upper front teeth starts to gnaw on the lower lip, your twitching damp with sweat hands starts to inch towards those naughty feet and what house them. Soon about to find out that a major personality trait of Radelle is that she is very...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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