Phantom teeth nibble at the sex slave's earlobe, a phantom cock poking up between her naked thighs to rub against her womanhood. "Me? I'm just a spectator. I've spent God knows how long in a tomb, and I want to amuse myself by seeing how your expedition meets it end."
Clearly I'll need to work on teaching her how to be a good little pet – but we've got time and it doesn't look like she plans to hurt me. Good enough for now. Miriam thought as she removed the skimpy clothes she was wearing while Taia crawled toward her. “Good pet. Now come here and show me how good you are at eating pussy. It's your fault I am so wet, so you need to take responsibility, slut!” She smirked as she spread her legs to give Taia easier access to her pussy.
Helga screams out in pure pleasure as she feels the criminal enter her most sacred place. "I want it! I want it so bad!" She cries out, her Japanese intermingling with her native tongue here and there as the pleasure overwhelms her.
"Like this, my queen?" Taia grins and slides down Miriam's shorts and panties, before her tongue begins to prod against the young woman's lips, kissing and licking here and there to tease her, before he unleashes her true skill, ravaging the girl's g-spot, while rubbing her clit with her nose, making the archaeologist weak at the knees.
“Ooohhhh! Yes, like that! Good slut!” Miriam moaned as the slutty princess began servicing her, first slowly, then in earnest. “Yes! Show me what a royal whore like you can do!” She commanded as she grabbed Taia's head, holding her in place. “Go on! Tongue my pussy, pet!” Already horny as she was, Miriam would not last long, but she was going to prolong her fun as much as she could.
Mori feels the blonde squirt once more, her orgasm set off by his own, before she collapses atop him, exhausted and cum drunk, and filled with his seed. He has no way of knowing, but Mori gets the feeling that a virgin like Helga probably wasn't using birth control, either.
Miriam has to lean against one of the marble walls for support as Taia does as commanded, her tongue expertly working Miriam's cunt, hands reaching around to squeeze and grope her ass, with the clear intent of making Miriam orgasm and lapping up every last drop.
“Oooohhh! Yes! Good slut! Keep going, I am almost there...” Miriam moaned loudly as the slutty princess kept eating her out. She tried to last as long as she could, but soon she was on the edge. “Good pet! Now drink all of my sweet nectar!” She commanded before she came hard, squirting right inside the princess' mouth.
"I-I...ugh... ooh..." She moans, her breasts pleasantly soft to grope, too dazed to really say anything. Her body responds to the kiss, though, tongue lashing against his by instinct.
Holding out proves impossible in the face of her professor's tongue, being used by the spirit of the princess. Miriam's orgasm is enough to send her vision flashing white for a moment, before she feels Taia greedily drinking her juices.
(No, I like it.)
It takes a few tries before she's even cognizant enough to answer the question, and luckily the blonde's mind is still too addled by aphrodesiac for her to think properly. "So badly... It felt so good..."
For a bit Miriam just stood there and let Taia drink her juices. Finally, having caught her breath, she let go of the woman's head. “You were amazing... are all ancient princesses such skilled whores, or are you a special case?” She wondered aloud as she looked down at the naked woman. “I think you've earned a reward, pet. Turn around! Face down and ass up!” She commanded.
"What's that fool doing?" The man sighs to himself while looking for Natasha, before he locks the door behind him and walks up to Fatima. The two trade some words in Persian for a little bit, before the contact holds up a small staff, an artifact by the looks of it.
Fatima's eyes go glazed and glassy, as she stops moving. Natasha's contact grins, before leading the now silent Fatima over to the camp beds the researchers have been using, and giving her commands in Persian. The woman strips, as the researcher eyes up her body with clear intent.
Natasha frightened as she seen what this artifact done with Fatima. Cold sweat come on her back as she realized how little separate her from similar fate like Fatima. Soldier's training win fight with fear and Natasha made right tactic for this treat. She was sure that pervert didn't stop on staring on naked woman and soon he will take more advantage of her, what will occupies his attention what give her chance to strike. When Fatima start sucking him off or he will fuck her, it will be best time to attack and get artifact, maybe ewen broke his hand."What's that fool doing?" The man sighs to himself while looking for Natasha, before he locks the door behind him and walks up to Fatima. The two trade some words in Persian for a little bit, before the contact holds up a small staff, an artifact by the looks of it.
Fatima's eyes go glazed and glassy, as she stops moving. Natasha's contact grins, before leading the now silent Fatima over to the camp beds the researchers have been using, and giving her commands in Persian. The woman strips, as the researcher eyes up her body with clear intent.