User blog:Ore-samma/My Creeping Coin (MUNEH) (MONEY) (Munni) (Rough Play)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

A Creeping Coin one-shot by a very good fan of mine!

I liked very much how this turned out, and I hope you like it too!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

“Yeah, it figures you’d only be in it for the money!”

I looked up at the mayor of the town whose farms I just saved from a marauding band of giant feral hogs.

“Look, sir, I do love money. But why do people think there is something wrong with that?”

I gestured about the massive amount of hog corpses the townsfolk were busy carving up to preserve the meat and use the unwanted bits for fertilizer. “Money is more than just bits of metal, or colorful hunks of stone. Money is a promise, a contract, a representation of so many good things.”

I tied a few of the supplies I bought a little tighter on my horse’s saddle pouches.

“Money is perhaps the ultimate incentive; the perfect doggy treat and motivator to get people to change anything and everything within reality.” I walked over to him, now that I was almost completely ready to go.

“Of course, the less scrupulous will turn to evil means to obtain it, but not I. No, as greedy as I may be, I have my honor….I am an honest man, and will always work to obtain what I acquire.”

I held out my hand. “And you promised a bag of pearls for me to kill the two hundred giant hogs that would have eaten your crops.”

The mayor scowled but handed over a small bag.

I poured out the glittering pale white-and-blue gemstones in my hand and grinned as I saw them wink and twinkle in my hand.

I looked up, “Good sir, please don’t look at me as if I robbed you. You sought me out, if you remember!”

I tipped the pearls in my bag, saddled up and rode off feeling like a million shiny new silver coins.

I sighed, even still...I felt a little bad for the mayor, but what was I supposed to do, work for free? Not even the knights of old did that. I still needed to eat, feed my horse, and take care of myself.

It wasn’t long before I reached Tavermire, the local crossroad town that seemed to have more taverns than any other structure.

There seemed to be a huge celebration and I quickly found that out there was a wedding for a dragon.

A dragon? Interesting…..

I placed my hand on my newly acquired bag of pearls and kept an eye out for the newly wedded couple.

Ah! There! In the middle of a table surrounded by well-wishers and guests.

I leaned against a pillar and coughed, hoping my dialect was the correct one, and spoke with the dragon language.

''Good evening, great one! Congratulations on your happy union!''

The dragon immediately perked up, her ear fins came forth and she sniffed the air and locked her eyes to me.

“Everyone! Thank you so much! Could you excuse me for a moment?” She stood and walked right to, and past me.

Follow me

I ambled along and rounded the corner, already seeing a shimmering portal and quickly went inside.

I gasped; we were on top of a far away mountain. The air was freezing cold and ripped my breath from my lungs and my joyous mood from my heart.

What do you want?

I wanted to offer my congratulations and well wishes for the future!

''Bullshit! You are speaking in the Treasure Language! Only the worst of thieves or the richest of folk know this language! What do you want, tell the truth or be stuck here.''

''Very well, to the point. I wanted to know if you would trade a location of unclaimed treasure for a gift of celestial pearls?''

Show me.

I handed over the bag which the dragon opened and took a sniff. Her amber eyes seemed to flash a golden light and she handed me the bag.

''You say, unclaimed? I know of such a hoard, but it is now mythological ancient status. There is no telling if it is still there.''

I shrugged. ''Let’s agree to a gaes. The pearls are yours if there is treasure there. But you will return them if the treasure is claimed or gone.''

''Done. Give them to me.''

I smiled and handed back the bag. The dragon licked her lips and tipped the bag in her hand and her lips broke into a huge smile that revealed her teeth. She carefully tipped the pearls back in and looked at me and held out her hand.

''I swear by my dragon blood. If the treasure I reveal to you is gone  or claimed, I shall return your pearls. You swear to me, that if there is treasure there you will return to me and give me tribute from the hoard.''

I agree to this gaes.

The dragon squeezed my hand, and drew a few pinpricks of blood. She quickly cut her hand and placed the seal on her tongue, then mine.

''It is done. The treasure hoard can be found in the most northwestern mountain in the Hinterlands. I shall imprint the location to you…..now….open your mind.''

(later)

I led my horse through the portal and groaned.

“Why did it have to be a mindless skeleton dungeon?” I moaned as I saw the animated bones start to shuffle towards me.

This was typical of tombs of the Gryphon Empire. Their great Arch Mages never used sentient skeletons or undead to guard their tombs to prevent corrupting influences on their charges.

I quickly dismounted and cut my horse’s saddle from him as he started to panic, buck, and bolted off into the wilderness.

“Portal magic is expensive, but not as expensive as losing my equipment!” I muttered and drew my sword and shield, readying myself.

(later)

At last!

I looked at the door that held the ancient runes signifying it as “The Gryphon’s Nest” or in more correct terms; Treasure Hoard.

“At last!” I breathed, panting, almost at the end of my strength. It had been a hard three weeks navigating this tomb. I took my last strength potion and kicked the massive Ironwood doors to have them swing free.

“Oh! Oh dear!”

I looked and noticed the most magnificent treasure I could ever behold.



It was a golden statue in the form of a woman, sitting on top of a massive pile of gold and precious jewels.

“Who are you?” I breathed, stepping closer as she slid down the pile and gave me a coy look.

“Me? My name is Munni. What’s yours?”

“Morgan.” I said, pushing aside a silver pillar that held an emerald the size of my head. “And by virtue of exploration and first claim. I declare you to be my treasure!”

Munni backed up and placed her hand on her chest and fanned her face.

“Oh dear! Do you think I am something you can claim and own?” She squeaked, still backing up from me, trying to keep silly piles of rubies and ancient, legendary enchanted armor between us.

“Yes! You are mine! And you know it!” I growled, kicking aside a Vorpal Spear and grabbing my Munni’s wrist and pulled her to me, wrapping my arm around her waist and brought her in for a hard kiss.

“Oh! Pervert! Criminal! Lecher!” She cried out, breaking the kiss with a gasp and made a small hop to wrap her legs around me, causing us both to fall onto a pile of gold coins. “What a world! To be all alone and dying of loneliness, now to be ravished and taken by a greedy unscrupulous bully of an adventurer! The Momanity!”

I stopped- wait a second? What was I doing? Was I really going to-

I stopped. I had to stop! Where were my morals? Where was my honor?

I felt a small slap on my face and Munni pinched my nose to have me look at her.

“What’s wrong with you?” Munni hissed, pulling my pants down and nibbling on my lips. “Come on! Hurry up and take me!” She moaned.

“What?”

“Morgan! I said take me! Make me your treasure! Oh! By all mamono, you have no idea how thrilling it is to play the part of being ravished, but fun’s over- take me!” She cried out, squeezing her legs around me, forcing my stiffened flesh into her warm slit- all the while she bucked her hips and buried her tongue down my throat, moaning.

I gasped as I felt something stretch then break inside her. She yelped and squeezed me tighter as I took her virginity, her lips, her tongue, her body, her eyes…..she was 'mine!'' My treasure! My money! MINE!'''

“Mine!” I cried out as my climax crested over me, as her flesh tightened around my flesh as I emptied myself into her womb as deep as I could.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh please!” Munni cried out, still squeezing me, still kissing me.

Both our bodies shuddered and I relaxed, feeling my treasure stroking my hair, still kissing my cheeks and forehead.

“Morgan! I love you so much!” She whispered.

“I love you, Munni” I sighed, returning her kiss.

.

.

I love Munni.

Munni is more than just bits of metal, or colorful hunks of stone. Munni is like a promise, a representation of so many good things. Munni is perhaps my ultimate incentive; my perfect motivation. She changed everything.

I love her. She is everything.

I love Munni.

.

(later)

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“One cupcake?” The Dragon snorted, looking at Munni. “You mean to tell me that my tribute from that cave of Legendary treasures is just ONE measly cupcake?!?!?”

“Now, now. My dear, your geas stated if the hoard was unclaimed. Well, it was in fact claimed- by me.” Munni said with a sweet smile and grin.

The Dragon grumbled and crossed her arms. “Hmpf! I suppose you want the pearls back then?”

I shook my head. “Actually no. In so many ways, I found my treasure. The greatest treasure of all; surpassing all the money in the world.” I kissed my sweetheart wife. “Love..... my Munni gave me the greatest treasure of all; her love!”

Munni smiled and turned back to The Dragon. “My dear, I just had to come and thank you personally for sending my husband to me. So I baked you a cupcake with the best spices money can buy! Come by our house later! I would love to get to know you better.” She held out her counterfeit coin. ”For you.”

The Dragon gave a soft smile and pocketed the shiny bauble.

“Now, would you like to try the cupcake?”

I smiled as I watched The Dragon take a bite and saw her reaction to the wondrous creation my new wife made from her unsurpassed skill as a sweets baker.

“Delicious, no?”