Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32463050-20170719023704/@comment-2601:C5:4100:4E70:D9D4:F4EA:EA6:F90F-20190416134351

Well, I'm confident she'd wake up and stagger off on her own, but seeing such a powerful mamono K.O.'d like that is truly an amazing sight. I can only wonder who, or what, had her seeing stars. Truthfully, this whole thing is odd to me, why hadn't anyone else noticed the fight or helped her before I got here? Then again, given their reputation and aggressiveness, I can't entirely blame them for being wary.

Still, I can't very well let her lie there helpless lest someone else come along and take advantage of her. Putting all my strength into it I manage to heft her up onto my back, which isn't easy mind you given how large she is, and trudge into the house trying not to accidently knock her off with the door frame. Once I've set her down on my bed I run to the kitchen and whip up a quick meal: soup, some juice and a round of sandwiches, 12 to be exact. Then to the medkit and some salve, gauze and some bandaids for the cuts on her ashen skin.

While I tend to her wounds I can't help but admire her body. Thick cords of muscle that feel like cables in her arms and even thicker in her thighs. Her stomach is toned perfectly without even a hint of flab and it looks like you could grind diamonds on it.. Most guys would be jealous of her as would plenty of girls as even with her strength she still has a figure that most women would flaunt if they had it. I try to keep my mind off of other parts of her including her chest, which is massive by the way, while looking over her body trying to find and treat as many of her wounds as possible

Her hands dwarf mine and look larger with the claws and the covering of untamed obsidian fur, which covers up to her shoulders and down her legs and clawed feet and splays out in large, wild tufts on her arms and legs. Her tail is buried underneath her but a small part of it peeks out and I can see the fur on the end of it. I notice her, eh, clothing, which is really nothing more than a bikini that resembles a hand with claws covering her chest, collar with a skull on the front and embedded studs and a bikini bottom. I finish up putting the last touches on her dressings and them go and place them on the lamp stand next to her then silently leave the room wiating for her to wake up.

I plop down couch and crack open a book soon falling asleep as evening turns to dusk...

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Will be continued...