User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Lamia Repter

I smile at the poor girl and hand over a few coins. I ask her how she ended up this way. She looked up at me, and when I mentioned there would be a free meal for her story, she was more than willing to tell.

"My home was destroyed a few years ago, and I only made it out because I was away from town. When I got back there was nobody there, everyone was either dead or gone..." Realising why she might have been so hesitant to tell this story, I mention she doesn't need to continue if she doesn't want to. I'll still get her a meal. She gives me a warm smile and shakes her head.

"No, it's nice for someone to ask. I got here a few weeks after that, hoping someone else I knew was here, but no one was. So, I was in a town, with no one to help me, and no real skills to help. So, I just had to settle for this." I smile and offer her my hand, I owe her a warm meal.

We go to a quiet little place that serves decent food. She keeps looking around nervously, even after we make our order. We take a seat and wait for our food to be ready.

"It's been so long since I last had a nice meal..." Looking at her I can tell, under her heavy, tattered coat she's all skin and bones. As we wait I ask her if she'd be able to do something for me. She gives me a cautious look.

"What?" Nothing hard. I'd just like her to help me around at the market. I help a friend with his store, and another set of hands would be appreciated. Her eyes go wide at the offer. She'd be paid of course.

"Um... I can't do any heavy lifting, or anything like that." That's fine, I handle most of the heavy work, she'd just be cleaning, sorting and tidying the displays, nothing hard. That's when I'm all but tackled to the floor.

"Thank you! You won't regret it, promise!" We're called up for food, and we eat happily, she's wearing a constant happy smile that warms my heart. I offer to let her stay at my place, so I can show her where she'll be working tomorrow. She accepts without hesitation.

We take the walk back to my place, her clinging to my arm the whole way. When we get there I open the door for her, letting her go in first. When I close the door and turn back to her, she's just standing there in awe. I try to get her attention to show her the guest room. In the end I need to tep her on the shoulder, which makes her jump.

"Sorry, I'm just... it's so warm..." She says, a tear running down her face. I show her where she'll be sleeping, and she imediately lays down in the bed. It doesn't take long for her to go to sleep.

In the night I'm woken by something entering my room. I have no doubt who it is, and when I feel arms drape around me I'm not surprised.

"Are you awake?" She whispers, when I make a small movement she tightens her grip. "I just wanted to thank you for what you've done for me." I feel her tail start coiling around me, before she rolls me over so that we're facing each other. She kisses me as her tail pulls my pants down, then draws us together. We have slow, intense sex for the next few hours, with her leading the whole way.

When we wake, we're still in each others arms. I give her a gentle kiss on the forehead before extracting myself from her coils. She lets me go, eventually, and I remind her she's got a job to get to. That gets her moving fast. We head out the door and off to my friends shop.

Once there I explain to him the situation, and he agrees to give her a shot. She proves to be a hard worker, having the place cleaned and tidied up by the time we open. Throughout the day she keeps flashing me smiles of pure happiness. When we're done my friend's more than happy with her performance, and says he's happy to hire her on as an employee. She beams at that and throws her arms around him, repeating 'thank you' faster than I thought it could be said.

We go back to my place to celebrate her new job. As we're enjoying a few drinks she asks me  question.

"Would you mind if I stayed here?" I give her a smile, wondering if she'd ask that. Of course she can, if she really wants she can be my girlfriend. At this her eyes light up, and I hear the sobs before she tackles me to the ground, her voice breaking into a shrill squeal.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">After that we lived happily in our house, the both of our wages enough to keep us more than happy with our lives. Taking pity on the beggar was worth more than I could ever imagine.