The Son of Lust Chapter 11: The Sphinx’s Naughty Riddle

The Son of Lust

Chapter Eleven: The Sphinx’s Naughty Riddle

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Goldport

Out in the Rathay Desert was a sphinx.

When I learned about her existence last night in the common room of the inn, my mind exploded. The plan I had to make money was abandoned by the tales of a sexy sphinx out in the desert who guarded a treasure horde.

She just needed someone to solve all her riddles.

I wanted to breed every daughter of Las out there. Or, at least, a member of every female-only race my divine father had sired upon the world with his masturbation. Sphinxes were one of them. Lion-women hybrids. They were said to sexy, deadly, and utterly loyal to the man who could tame them. But if you couldn’t, they would rip your guts.

The perfect test to prepare for Ankush. If I couldn’t handle one sphinx, I would have my hide torn to pieces by the rakshasas. I was lucky to have learned about her in the pub from this merchant’s wife riding my dick. I was hoping to use her to get money from her husband, but then she whispered about Nephi.

“None have ever solved her riddles,” Heliana had moaned as she worked her married cunt up and down my dick. “It would take a brave man to win her horde.”

That was me.

So with my mother and sisters, we set off.

Captain Telesi was more than happy to bankroll the journey. She would wait for us in port. I had shown the women on that boat true passion. They were all carrying my children and addicted to my cock. Yes, they fucked their men, but they would all be eager for me.

Lucky for the three men on board, they would have a few days to enjoy their women without me along distracting those beauties.

“Are we sure about this?” Lasla asked. “Your plan to get the merchant to pay you to fuck his wife and daughter was brilliant. We could have done that to a few merchants. Even get them to pay extra to watch. It’s safer.”

“This is more fun,” Pyrriah said. She was eager, her red hair spilling down the shoulders of the green robes she wore. She had her tulwar strapped to her side. I wore mine, too. A week on the ship had given her time to instruct me, if a little, on how to use it. “We’re going to have a blast, Lasla. Relax. It’ll be so much fun.”

“Still,” Lasla said, “I’m just worried. No one has ever done it.”

“If it comes to her attacking, we have mother,” I said. “I don’t want to kill Nephi, but I will unleash our mother.”

“I won’t let any harm come to us,” said my dragon-mother. “There’s no one to see me out here.”

She was powerful in her dragon form, but there were limits. If a mob learned about her, or a knight, that would be bad. Angela had founded her own order of hermaphroditic knights. Women with cocks who were champions of the world. They were said to train to fight dragons in honor of Angela killing the “last” dragon alive, Dominari.

I wouldn’t want the Knights Dragoon after my mother. But if I had a sphinx, I would have a protector who could be open about her abilities. And I also had Pyrriah. She had a natural aptitude for fighting and an eager desire to throw herself into the fray.

“It will be fine,” I told them all. “I’m going to tame her, fuck her, and breed her.”

Pyrriah threw back her head and let out gleeful laughter. I glanced at Lasla, perched on her camel. We would sell them back once we accomplished our mission. We would need them to carry the weight of our treasure. She looked gorgeous in her purple robes. The necklace of pearls I bought her gleamed about her neck. She brushed them, her fingers sliding over them one after the other.

Then she smiled. “How do you do that, Kurtis?”

“Do what?” I asked with a playful smile.

“Make me feel like things will work out. Make my fears go away.”

“Love,” my dragon-mother said behind her. “You love him, Mistress Lasla. You want him to protect you and believe he can.”

Lasla smiled, her cheeks warmed by the sun rising to her our right over the scrublands that characterized this side of the Rathay desert. She glanced at me and my sister smiled. We may not have shared a womb-like I had with Pyrriah, but Lasla was still my triplet. She was a third of me, just like Pyrriah was that other third.

The elation at making her happy held back the monotony of the desert. For a while. It grew hotter and hotter as we headed inward. It was a dry heat that made me feel like I was baking. We had four pack camels behind us in a line, each one loaded down with food and water. Enough water for the four of us to survive a week out here. More than enough time to find the sphinx and bring her back.

I understood why we needed them. The sun sucked the moisture out of me. I kept having to drink warm water from the skin. Despite that, it was refreshing to guzzle it down. With how much I was drinking, I should be pissing every hour.

My sisters and dragon-mother were guzzling down the water, too. We had grown up in the heat, but it was surrounded by lush vegetation and had the ocean’s cooling breeze. There was no escaping it, though the robes did feel comfortable.

The desert people had the right idea.

The camels plodded along. They often would take bites of the prickly acacia bushes we passed. When they did, something acrid filled the air. The plants smelled wholly unappealing, not something I’d ever want to eat.

They weren’t the only plants. Prickly things with wide, paddle-like branches covered in spines dotted the area. Others were squat pillars that bristled. Cacti, Mother called them. She claimed they had fruit in the right season and you could even get water from them.

“You just had to be careful of their stingers,” she said. “Some are venomous. It can be hard to tell them apart.”

“Lovely,” I muttered.

Everyone knew where the sphinx’s cave was. We had a map of it and everything. None had ever taken her loot. There were stories of entire bands of treasure hunters who went after and failed. “When you find the field of bones, you know you’re close,” said the merchant’s wife after I had bred her married pussy. “They lead to her cave. The remains of the men who died over the eons trying to claim her loot. They say she eats them.”

I wasn’t afraid. I was Las’s son. Even if I couldn’t solve the riddle, I would make her so horny she would be begging me to fuck her by the end. It would be magnificent. My dick throbbed and ached. When we camped for the first night. I had to fuck my mother and sisters three times each to calm myself down.

They were all smiling at the end and dripping in cum. That was another reason I needed plenty of water. Had to keep the jizz flowing for my naughty family.

It was mid-afternoon of our third day when we came across the bones. By then, we were in the early edges of the Gold Hills. They were a series of folded land ahead of us. There were made of winding canyons and flat plateaus. Sometimes, we’d find strange formations of rocks balancing on each other. Made me wonder if giants were around to stack them in those precarious positions.

A salt pan littered with bones led to another of the mesas, reddish thrust up stone made up of bands that varied the hue from nearly orange to almost rust. The bones here were old. Gnawed upon. Brittle. They were obviously scavenged but never buried by the elements. The camels didn’t seem to mind, but my nervousness grew as we crossed them. The air danced before us in the midday heat, making it appear that a refreshing lake lay before us. It melted away as we came closer.

Instead, we found a cave.

I swallowed at the dark tunnel bored into the mountains. Lasla’s face had gone pale but Pyrriah looked excited. A subtle flicker of red light, almost drowned out by the bright sunlight, danced through her hair. She dismounted, hand on her tulwar’s pommel. I slid off my camel and stared into the hole. I had to believe I could seduce the sphinx.

I would seduce her. I was Las’s son. His lust bled out of me. I turned women on. I made them wet and aching for my dick. Then I made them cum harder than any other man could. The sphinx would gasp on my cock in ecstatic lust.

“Let’s go,” I said. “Lasla, remove the collar and chastity belt from our dragon-mother. I want my mommy-slave able to transform if things go badly.” I glanced at her. “I’ll trust you to know when it’s right.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered, her voice hard.

The gold collar vanished around her throat. She wore red robes, hiding the rest of her body, so I didn’t see the vanishing chastity belt that kept her clit from growing. Both also kept her small, human form from expanding into her draconic one.

I stared at the darkness before us. Then I fetched some of the torches we brought. We lit them with flint and steels and head in. The cloth wrapped around the wooden staves had been soaked in an alchemical concoction to let them burn for hours. They had a sizzling hiss to them different from any fire I had seen, but they shed a bright, white light.

I led the way into the cave. The air felt so cool compared to the outside. Just a few feet in, and I was groaning in satisfaction. A smooth floor led down and to the right, the stone walls closing in until it was only wide enough for two of us to walk abreast. I led the way, Pyrriah right behind me, then Lasla and Mother. The torches painted the walls.

We rounded the bend, and a rippling light gleamed on the walls. It undulated and played. I could hear the cool babble of flowing water. My heart beat faster and faster as the tunnel curved around and then opened onto a cave. Sunlight lanced down into it from a hole in the ceiling, falling on a stream that flowed through the cave. It had a slight slant to the right. The water flowed from one crack and out the other. Beyond it lay a wealth of gold coins. They were stacked high.

And before them lay a large cat. A lion. Fur a tawny gold, tail idly swishing. Instead of a feline head, it had woman’s.