The Fighter - Chapter 5-
#5 of The Fighter
-Chapter 5-
With key in the lock, the door opens and the tiger enters her place. "Welcome to my home." Sonya says. A simple, two bedroom, one bath apartment was what this tiger called home. Dropping her bag onto the couch, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed herself a bottle. "What can I get you to drink?"
"Just a whiskey would be nice." He says as he closes the door behind them. Moving to the dinner table next to the kitchen, and sitting down at it. Keeping his cloak wrapped around him. Sonya stepped out of the kitchen and set the glass before him. "So, are you going to answer my questions or are you going to keep me in the dark?" She asks him.
"What would you like to know first?"
"What were those things?" She asked taking a seat across the table from her guest.
"You called them imps. That's an accurate description." He tells her before taking a sip of the whiskey.
"And what did they want with me? Something about their master wanting me." She replies.
"Imps rarely are without masters. These imps belonged to a demon of lust. That demon, sent the imps on you to try and "collect" you." The wolf says.
"Collect me? Why would a demon be interested in me?"
"Not just any demon, a demon of lust."
"Still doesn't answer my question."
"Figured the answer was obvious. You have a body some people would kill for." At that answer, Sonya looked down to take a gander at herself. She never really thought about her figure that much. Looking at herself now, she can see why.
"Fit, toned, muscle body with a wonderful set of tits and ass. Pretty sure many of your fans have written more then a few love letters to you." Sonya couldn't help but let out a blush. She had received such letters threw her career. She kept herself busy with her work outs for so long, she regularly forgot that she had such a sexual figure on top of a fighters form.
"So what if I have a sluts dream body?" Sonya said the blush still clear on her cheeks, "Why would a demon want mine rather then some bimbo?"
"Natural." He said before taking a drink, "Your body is all natural and hasn't gone under the knife for modifications. One reason at least." He answered before taking another sip.
"Say I believe you. How did you come to be in the alley with me?" She asked.
"I followed you from the arena." He says as he sips. Sonya coughed up some of her own drink. "Since the arena?"
"It was a terrific fight."
"So why didn't you stop the imps before they decided to become rapists?!" She shouts and slams her hands onto the table.
"The bubble."
"The what?" Sonya asks, clearly confused. Sitting back into her chair.
"I knew the demon wanted you, but I didn't know how many imps she'd send after you. Apparently enough of them to create a space bubble. Which is what caused you to get trapped in the alley. Took me a second to realize the trap they set for you and to break into it. By that time, they were already cock-hard." He says, finishing off his drink and setting it down onto the table.
"She? The demon of lust is a woman?"
"It varies. But this one in particular changes between genders in order to get the maximum stimulation from its pets."
"I don't believe you."
"Didn't expect you to."
"Please, just, leave. I have enough problems of my own then to deal with some booty loving demon." Sonya asks. Not wanting any part of this, 'demon' nonsense.
"That wouldn't be wise."
"What do you mean?"
"Demons are terribly persistent. Where the imps failed, the master will send some stronger, and some intelligent, henchmen. Or come and collect by themselves. If that happens, no amount of title fights, or hours in the gym, will save you." The man says. Tilting his head to the tiger. His eyes focus on her. Sonya turned towards her glass. Her mind filled with more questions and thoughts about what to do. Should she get rid of this crazy wolf, or she she accept his crazy story and keep him around. Those imps were clever enough to get the drop on her and go after her weak knee. Who knows what these, 'smarter', demons could pull off if she went off alone again.
"Who are you?" She asked softly, turning her head up from her glass to face the wolf across from him.
"My name is Wolf, and I am the Guardian of Lost Souls."