A man opens a door, revealing a dazzling room beyond. "You must be the new sphinx. I am Khufu, High Priest of Ra." He smiles, welcoming you into the room. You can only gawk in awe at the sheer opulence on display.
"Who used to be a human?" you ask, bewildered.
"Who can speak only in riddles?"
The man smiles. "You are cursed with the riddle of the sphinx. Your words are bound within the parameters of riddles."
"He takes out a scroll and unfurls it, handing it to you. The message is written in beautiful calligraphy, with elegant purple ink. It reads..."
A sphinx in heat, a creature burning with an animalistic passion, prowling restlessly, needing to breed.
A sphinx in need, a creature in dire straights, who must find a mate to breed with or die.
Sphinxes mate, as all creatures must, bound by the chains of nature and blessed with the desire to continue their kind.
You feel the heat building inside your body. You ask, trembling. "What did you do to me?"
Khufu smiles gently. "That, my dear sphinx, is the effects of the scroll." He watches you, a look of pity in his eyes. "You will be in heat for a few days. During this time, you will breed with the next person who enters this room.
He leaves, and you hear the door lock behind him.
Written by aidungeon on 24 January 2021
The end (for now)