She came in like she was from another world….
The Inn was a dirty and dilapidated section of rooms placed above a Tavern at the edge of town. The smell of old ale, sex and combat soaked the floorboards and torn bedsheets. It was dirty and corrupted and drunken beyond compare.
She was not.
She was clean.
Spotless naked skin reflected the rising sun-rays spilling in through the open window. She looked like she never touched an ounce of ale. Her hair was long and as black as the fading midnight, falling down to poorly cover her full breasts, bouncing as she approached his bed in a smooth trance-like gait.
Stopping at the foot of the bed, she swept her long hair over to her left side, revealing all of herself to him. He was once asleep. Anything but that as she approached. Her ocean-blue eyes were intoxicating. More so as she leaned forward and crawled into the bed.
He remained still, embracing her approach. As he lay naked with his hands beneath the pillow at his head and eyes half-open. Hidden.
She couldn't even see the feline slits there that would've told her never to lay with a man like him. At least according to the rest of the townspeople. And world beyond.
That or she didn't care.
Her lust smelled like the sweetest brand of honey from flowers grown by flowing rivers in dense jungles.
Sweet, salty. Crisp.
The smells overwhelmed him as she settled onto his lap and he settled into her.
Wet warmth over smooth skin sent shivers up his legs and almost pulled a pur from his scarred throat.
Not that she would've heard as she threw her head back and moaned. Convulsions and twitches from within her tickled and teased him to enter more completely. To take her. Fully.
Lost in her lust and pleasure and instincts, she began to let loose.
She began to change.
Scales spread across her once perfect soft skin. Turning it blue and hard like a shell.
Her hair fell out.
When she looked back down at him, her eyes were no longer blue.
They were as black as the bottom of the oceans.
But she didn't smile at his terror as water-nymphs usually did by this point.
She was too busy gasping for air due to the silver dagger he plunged through her throat.
Eyes still half closed. Half asleep. Half dreaming.
As he rolled over, he threw the beast off of himself and returned to sleep.
On his back, purple skin and dark circular spots spread before disappearing and returning to normal.