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"Nera?" Valen said, rubbing the pain in his head.

Though it was difficult to stand, his legs finally cooperated. Taking the blanket, he carefully laid it on her, making sure to avoid staring to prevent suspicions later. Luckily, his clothes were nearby. The adventurer had dreamed of leaving this cave after his heroic escapades with a sphinx, he planned to not go empty handed. While most of his clothing stash was more formal than casual, he had set aside a few outfits that were intended to serve as replacements should something happen to his other clothes. Additionally, knowing the high value of women's clothing (and knowing how fickle women could be about clothes) Valen had also stash outfits meant for a feminine build. He guessed at Nera's size and did what he could to pick an outfit that didn't reflect male ignorance in clothing. He placed it beside her and gently shook her shoulder.

"Nera? Nera wake up," he said quietly.

She grumbled and winced. He recalled what she had hypothesized about the changing. Given the energy it had taken to heal, Valen could only speculate how exhausted she was from transforming. Had he been his old devious self, he most likely would have taken advantage of this situation. While her body type was appealing, Valen knew he wouldn't dare do such a thing to her now. Their time together had created a level of trust and respect. On top of that, there was a good chance she could still rip out his throat even as a human. For now, he was going to keep watch.

The sky began to darken as the storm Nera predicted rolled in. The stone hadn't been rolled back across allowing Valen watch the sky transform. The heavy, dark gray clouds rolled over, echoing thunder in the distance. The wind whipped through the air, shaking the tress and rustling the grass. A snap of lightning streaked across the sky. Valen stared in awe of the powerful storm. Another bolt of light followed by the first few drops. Those were then followed by larger drops, who were then followed by more large drops. Soon, it looked like a wall of water was being poured from the heavens. A few stray critters darted into the cave, only going in deep enough to be out of the water.

To occupy himself, Valen awakened the fire and fed it. The little flames grew as they consumed until they were a pleasant blaze. Wrapping Nera up, he carefully brought her over to the fire and laid her near it. Hopefully this would help prevent her from catching a cold. It didn't seem possible for a sphinx to get sick, but as a human she probably wasn't as powerful. As a sphinx Valen didn't change too much, he assumed she'd still be as bold and tenacious as ever. Though smaller now and no where near as strong, that might put a little damper on her aggression. At least she could trust him.

Since he wasn't sure when she would wake up, Valen took up a torch and returned to where this mess had started: the tomb. This time, he didn't touch anything. Nera never filled him in on anything else that was in the chamber, so he wasn't going to risk getting his hand caught in a booby trap. Valen calmly looked over the designs in the wall, the carvings on the sarcophagus, and the etching on the vases. The language was Greek or Latin, he wasn't sure. For all he knew, it was a different ancient language. A few words and symbols look familiar, the remainder were scratches to him.

"Too bad there aren't any other necklaces. It might be worth suffering as a sphinx while she's human to see how Nera likes it," Valen chuckled as he studied the sphinxes on walls.

There appeared to be a boarder of sphinxes close to the ceiling, yet there were random gaps as if the artist skipped a few before doing the next one. It wasn't in a pattern either. Sometimes one or two were missing, other spots were missing five or six. It seemed odd. There didn't appear to be any damage to the wall either, no holes or cracks to suggest they had been broken out. Valen studied the small carved sphinxes, trying to wrap his head around the pattern.

"There are few of us now. Those who have left this world have returned to where they came from," said a voice behind him.

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Valen turned around quick to see Nera wrapped in a blanket.

"Our father carved us from stones blessed by the gods. I was the last one born before he died. It is my job to guard his tomb and belongings."

"Are the gaps left from your sisters that haven't died?" Valen asked.

She nodded and hugged the blanket tighter against herself, "I don't know what will happen when its only me or if something happens to me. I have no way of contacting my sisters. I would hate for father's tomb to be robbed."

"Why don't we get some clothes on you?" Valen offered, trying to avoid such a gloom topic. "I picked something out I thought you might like."

Nera's hand slipped into his as he lead her back to the main chamber. Valen revealed a pale purple tunic, brown pants, and under garments. Luckily, the animal skin bra she wore still fit and stayed on. That meant he only had to give a quick explanation of how to wear the other items to prevent any issues. She tried to reassure him that she knew how to wear clothes, Valen also added that there was difference between seeing clothes on human (or ripping them off a body) and actually putting them on. Regardless, she walked back into the side chamber and donned her new appearance. It was a little more challenging than expect, given her lack of familiarity with operating upright and with dexterous fingers, yet Nera managed to dress herself. She stepped back out into the open and did a spin.

"This is correct?" she asked.

"Perfect. I thought you might prefer a more masculine outfit over a dress. This way you should be able to move with less constriction. Let me add one more thing and you should be all set."

Pulling a belt from his stash of clothes, Valen looped it through the pant holes and fastened it. It felt strange to have her staring at the middle of his chest, more for the fact that she was smaller than him now. Granted, as a sphinx she was more at stomach level when on all four, but on two legs she dwarfed him. He had enjoyed a size boost as a sphinx and was yet again at the size advantage as the same species.

"Thank you for being gentle with my body. I am glad I have someone like you I can trust."

She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. Valen could feel his face warm and fumbled with his words as he attempted to assure her that he would have never done anything to her. Additionally, he added that the possibly of her chewing his throat out as a human was terrifying. To which she laughed and agreed that would have been the most likely outcome.

"Is being human just as strange for you as being a sphinx was for me?" he asked.

"Its certainly colder than I expected. No wonder humans wear so much. And these clothes, I'm not sure how I feel about them either," she tugged on a sleeve and crinkled her nose. "The rubbing is annoying."

"No clothing is more enjoyable, but I wouldn't be able to focus much if you were that way," he teased.

Wrapping the blanket around Nera, they sat before the fire and enjoyed the heat it shared. The storm raged on outside, the wind whipping through the grass. Luckily for them, few gusts made it into the cave. Nera and Valen were able to enjoy the comfort of the cave in peace. Food was pulled from Valen's stash and the two quietly munched on some cured meats.

He was curious to explore her human body, though it didn't feel right given her recent adopting to this form. Nera was more of the body investigator than he was. Lifting up her shift to investigate her belly probably wouldn't go over so well. Given the way she still tore and chewed her food like a lion, she'd most likely use her nails like one too.

Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground and she sat on his legs. Nera looked proud of herself, glad to know she could still pin him. Her hand grabbed the edge of his shirt, scheming to start pulling it up when he grabbed her hand.

"What do you think your doing?" he asked with a confused smile.

"Finding out if your flavor changed, of course."

As Valen adjusted his grip, her fingers slipped up his shirt and touched his bare skin. Cold to the touch, the sensation made him tense. The other hand came in for the attack and before he could stop it, it had slipped up his shirt. The hand was cold and clammy to the touch as it rested on his abdomen. Valen gave a gasp, quickly pulling it out.

"And I thought making the first move would have made you mad," he said, laughing as she tried to wiggle free.

"You should have, then I would have been on bottom."

"I'll have to keep that in mind next time."

Valen let her struggle against him for a minute, thankful that she wasn't as strong in this form. It didn't matter how she twisted or contorted herself, Valen was able to counter and resist easily. Once he got the entertainment out of that, he released her and allow Nera to have her way with his belly. Immediately, her tongue was pushed into his navel as she exposed it with a lift of his shirt. Valen's voice quivered in his throat. With a human tongue, her strokes were significantly less aggressive. Her style hadn't changed at all: lick, lick, lick, liccckk. Still a cat at heart. Having hands hold his side was different as well. Aided by his own warmth, her hands grew less clammy as she held his sides. Apparently Nera was enjoying having digits because she would give his sides a squeeze as if to prove she knew how to use them. Her stance, however, was still sphinx-like. Though there was no tail on her posterior, she still swayed side to side like it was there.

"You taste saltier than before, but you still have the taste of unknown spices," Nera confirmed.

"Good. Now its time to check if you still taste the same," Valen exclaimed.

Grabbing her by her armpits, Valen thrust Nera upwards. While having her resting his chest was a bit painful, sitting up gave him easy access to her belly. Of course, he took full advantage of that. Nera didn't think his little stunt would pay off, it was a pleasant surprise. Her hands rested on the ground beside his head and she could feel him lifting up her shirt. Fighting back was her initial thought, allowing him to proceed would reap better rewards. Valen's warm breath puffed against her belly and he no longer questioned his actions. His tongue slipped into her shallow navel and stroked the bottom. Nera gave a deep moan, sounding close to that of lioness. His tongue investigated her soft navel and belly. Nera quaked at his touch. He hooked a particular good spot in her navel and she moaned again. Her arms were growing tired and his playful attacks were relentless.

"I'm going to drop. You better move," Nera warned, wincing with a pinch in her arm.

Valen propped her up with his own arms and assured her he would get as much enjoyment out of her as possible. Placing light kisses on her belly, he hopped around before landing on her navel. It was given a long kiss. Nera giggled, amused by his antics. Like a hornet, he gave her navel a quick stab with his tongue and she jumped. A few more stabs and he was back at deep strokes that shook Nera to her core.

Now that his arms were growing weary, Valen changed tactics again. He rolled them over, albeit a bit clumsily, and sat above Nera. Valen leaned down to kiss and he hesitated. How would she respond to what is usually a display of affection? It wasn't like he was trying to romance her, more of giving her more experiences of human pleasure, allowing her to compare to those she had as a sphinx. And give himself a little bit of enjoyment as well. Was this being to presumptuous as to what she wanted?

"May I?" he asked quietly.

"You may."

As his lips pressed against hera, a warmth filled his chest. Unbeknownst to him, while Nera was fully enjoying the moment, she was also taking advantage to his exposed weakness. Hand slipping up his shirt, a finger hooked into his navel and wiggled in as far as possible. Valen broke from the kiss fast and panted. The rest of her fingers stroked his belly as the leader pressed into his navel. The finger flexed hard and pressed into his belly button. While her finger attacked, causing Valen to jerk about, Nera lifted herself up and kissed him again. His shock was muffled by her lips and she gave a light laugh. The kisses continued along his throat and neck, trapping him in place.

"Your arms don't seem to sore now," he grunted.

"I just needed a break, " she replied, kissing his chin.

Her finger was pulled from his navel and freed her hands to travel. The pair drifted across his skin, enjoying his textures. With paws it is harder to discern the difference in textures other than the basic soft, hard, smooth, sharp and so forth. How soft something was depended on its level of give, not necessarily its texture. Humans are soft, but so are horses when given the same test of softness (usually a press of the paw). It isn't the same level of softness, the feeling of their skin is lost on the rough skin of the paw. Now, as a human, Nera was able to gain the full enjoyment out of how soft Valen felt.

Partly out of retaliation and partly because his body was growing tired, Valen laid on top of Nera. She gave a surprise squeak and giggled. Shifting her hands out from under him, Nera satisfied herself with rubbing his back.

"I can only guess you can't eat men in this form."

"Eating men isn't the problem, its catching and killing that is. I am unfamiliar with hand-to-hand combat, let alone using a weapon. Could you handle killing them for me or would such an act go against your moral code?"

"While I am skilled in killing, knowing how many people usually travel this forest, I don't think I could withstand their forces. It was one thing when we two sphinxes, its another when we are both human," Valen sighed.

Nera tilted her head and stuffed her face in his curly brown hair. Yet another new texture she could experience. In the mass of hair, she discovered his ear. At first, it was given a light nibble around the rim. It provoked a light jerk, Valen gave little reaction to the feeling. When her tongue traced the edge of his ear and then slipped in, Valen was quickly up. Nera fell to a fit of laughter, laughing harder seeing how fidgety he was from the attack.

"You dirty sneak," he grumbled.

"Imagine if that had been my feline tongue. That would have really sent you in a fit. Though, I probably would have had you pinned," she laughed.

"Pinned? You mean like you are right now?" he said with a smirk.

His held her hands and moved in for the attack. Nera gave a sequel as he licked her ear in revenge. It felt like a dog had found her on the floor and was trying to express its happiness by licking her ears. Giggling and wiggling, Valen had his work cut out for him. When there wasn't danger of being struck by her skull, he lightly traced his tongue over the rim of her ear. Nera gave a short inhale and lightly moaned.

"Do you think you can lower your standards enough to eat normal food?" he asked, kissing her forehead. Valen's heart raced, but he was determined to solve this new found issue even with his blood thinned.

"I'm open to new things. I kept you around, after all, so what's a new meals of a mortal going to do?"