His words would never be true; of that Kelly was certain. She loved Max and she would remain devoted to him for the rest of her life. When they got married she promised to love, honor and obey him and she was determined to keep true to her vows. Even if she broke them now it was all for him. To find him, to help him, to save him. In her mind, she would always be a loyal, faithful wife. Her pussy on the other hand would never suffer such nonsense again. "Yes!" Kelly gargled through the hand around her throat. Her hands went to her sides and gripped the sheets of the bed, holding them tightly in her fingers. Her thighs spread for this stranger as her legs hooked around the back of his. Her hips bucked down on his pelvis in rytham with his thrusts. He was so big, and stretched her so good she had an orgasm the moment he bottomed out in her. Her back arched and her mouth opened to try and suck in more air, her huge breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and slapped down on her chest. Her pussy clutched at his huge cock and refused to surrender an inch of his length despite her squirting all over his shaft.
Luckily for Natasha, the skeletons don't seem to care about her nakedness, their empty eye sockets pointed straight ahead to watch for any newcomers. The gates open, and Natasha feels her breath being taken away. The city is truly massive in size and scale, with advanced architecture and machinery, but what really gets her is the emptiness. A city the size of a modern metropolis, with not a single soul around, begins to creep her out. Suddenly, she feels like she's being watched, like there's a thousand eyes directly on her, peering at her body, at her every thought. Suddenly, she feels herself panicking, as she runs for the exit. There's something behind her, something she can't see or hear but she knows it's there, right behind... Natasha sees that a shimmer is there, right between the great gates of the city, and rushes into it. Her vision goes white, and then pitch black. Naqsh-e Rostam, Iran The door of the sarcophagus opens, and Natasha sees Sonya, her contact and the still hypnotised Fatima. She realises she's back in her own time.
“Ooohhhhh, yes... amazing... almost there...” Between her own arousal, the sight of Melinda's tempting body, and Taia's incredible skill, Miriam knew that she would not have been able to resist even if she had wanted to. Soon she covered her mouth to keep herself from being too loud and came hard, her body shaking in the throes of passion as she squirted right in the princess' waiting mouth. Some time later, after both of them had caught their breaths and recovered from their orgasms, Miriam and Taia were lying on their sides, facing each other. The archaeologist pulled the princess into a lewd, tongue-filled kiss before speaking. “That was incredible! You were amazing, pet! I will be sure to reward you with another pounding next time we stop to rest!” She promised while her hand kept groping Taia's, or rather Melinda's, ass. Slowly the two fell asleep, exhausted from their little session of fucking.
"Pleasure." Mori replied with a grin, moving closer, he leans forward to whisper into the doctor's ear. "I gave her intense pleasure, that she, and her friend, happily begged me to fuck them even more." Once he was done speaking, he moves back eager to see her reaction.
"I broke Anai..." Pesca grunts as he pounds Kelly's cunt, his disregard for her pleasure only making her pleasure be felt more acutely. "I was a prisoner, bound and trussed, and I still turned her sister, a queen, into a sex slave..." Pesca boasts, finally moving his hand from her throat, to grope at her massive chest, thick callused hands squeezing her breasts, "and I'll break you, too, slave!" Kelly becomes keenly aware of mocking laughter, and realises that the blonde slave and the men fucking her are looking at her being ravaged. The blonde leans down to kiss Kelly, the perverted mockery of intimacy only driving her more crazy, and the teacher tastes one of the Roman's cum in her mouth. It's hard to tell time after that. Pesca, for all his boasting and brutish nature, clearly wasn't kidding, and he's in no rush, pounding Kelly hard, over and over again, almost single-handedly giving her as many orgasms as Michael's men. Finally, dazed, she regains consciousness on the couch. Pesca is gone, and the blonde and two Romans snore in post coital sleep. On the table, she sees the map to the city, and in the open doorway, she sees the same kind of shimmer in the air that brought her to the past in the first place. She realises that she can grab the map to where Max was headed and bolt. Or... She could stay.
Natasha gasped for breath as she enter the city, feeling small and pointless as she saw all massive buildings, without single souls. Comandos feel weak and helpless at gaze of something much worse than eyes of pharaoh and his court. She lose her weapons and run away trying to cover herself from that force. Then she wake up. Natasha fall out of the sarcophagus, still naked like day she born, silver from fear and panic. She hold herself legs to torso lies on the ground, repeating. "Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch." She said as she tried to calm down. In breaking voice, she described some part of her journey to reach city of Set, still lies naked on the floor.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100:20 She sleeps well, undisturbed. After all, there's nothing in the room to disturb her, is there? Miriam awakens the next morning, feeling a light pleasure as Taia licks and sucks on her breasts. "Wakey, wakey..." She grins, giving Miriam's nipple a playful little bite.
Eloise narrows her eyes and shoves him away. "Pervert! If you're not going to be serious, don't bother. As if she'd give the time of day to an old criminal like you - and my daughter is one of her friends, you can bet your ass she'd never fuck you." Angrily, she turns off her computer, and puts some books and equipment into a bag. "If you're done talking about your college girl fantasies, we can go."
"Hey, hey..." Sonya kneels down to hold her friend, and Natasha slowly feels her panic dissipate. "What happened?" The contact asks, fascinated.
“Good morning...” Was Miriam's sleepy reply as she enjoyed Taia's playful teasing. “Let's take a shower, get something to eat for breakfast, and then get going, shall we?” She added after fully waking up. Getting up and off the bed Miriam had a look around the room to check if everything was in order and if there was any indication that anyone had been in their room while they slept – highly unlikely but one could never be too careful. If everything was in order they would take a quick shower, get dressed, grab something to eat, and then continue on their journey.
Kelly cursed herself for actually being tempted to stay. But that temptation was a physical thing, the desire of her pussy. While she was beginning to realize it would now forever hold sway over her actions, the married woman summoned all of her willpower to resist it. She had to return to the present and find Max. Unless Max had remained in the past... "No." Kelly thought and shook the idea away "Max would never leave me." Knowing this might be her only chance, Kelly grabbed the map and fled for the door.
Natasha hug Sonya tight, like last stable place in the universe, with tears in the eyes. "I... I was taken back in time to ancient Egypt and was dragged naked on the eyes of all Alexandria, made to speak with pharaoh..." She began her tale, about fight on the court, journey by desert, warming of the guardian, sceleton army before gates and city full of ghost. " And after I panic, I just wake up here... With knowledge how to find lost city. " She said still hugging Sonya.
Berlin, Germany "-Ungh... The order... Ve will summon the old gods... Und ve will fulfill the fuhrer's orders... Ve shall rule the-ugh!" The bald man's voice rings out around the abandoned church, before Luke shuts him up. For all his talk, he and his cult had been easy to deal with. Since becoming an inquisitor, he's had to deal with Nazi groups trying to awaken the Norse gods, but luckily for him, they're almost always incompetent. Wiping his staff clean and storing it, the young man starts the usual process of calling in a team to bag and tag the cultists, when he looks up, alerted to the noise of one of the old wooden doors opening. "Well done, Luke." A pretty female voice says. Turning, he sees Louisa, an inquisitor, and one of his instructors at the Schola, and immediately his thoughts turn to the one time he accidentally saw her changing, when he was still a student. "There have been reports of a disturbance in the Middle East, some sort of awakening. The holy church wishes you to discover what it amiss."
"Oh?" Mori groans as he's pushed back, but, as the doctor collected her stuff. He fishes out hos phone, and plays the recording of Helga begging him to fuck her. "Hmm. If that's not Helga-chan. I wonder who it is then?" He asked, and as the recording stopped, he shows her the selfie Helga took as he fucks Laura's ass. "As I said, I traded her pleasure for the books. Her friend was just a bonus."
She can't spot any signs of a person having been in there, though it could potentially be hard to say. Remains of Carthage, Old Tunis The trip from Sicily to Carthage doesn't take long, a pleasant drive through the countryside, and then a quick plane trip. Following Taia's directions, the two women find themselves outside a dig site, guarded by armed men in suits. The men appear to be leaving, as the leader exits with a beautiful woman on his arm. Looking at the woman, though, Miriam's confused for a moment, seeing that she's dressed like a Roman slave - in a flumsy garment and jewellery, with her hair done up in ringlets. Heading through the doorway, Kelly feels disoriented, before winding back in her own timeline. She notes that she's still in her slave getup, though... Michael awaits her, grinning. "Thought you'd done a runner. You just disappeared, and return in such...fine garments. Hmm, and what's that?" He snatches the map from her hand. "Is this...?"
Luke finished the call to take care of the cultists. 'Mother Luisa', Luke turned to his instructor and bowed, trying to hide the blush on his face from his dirty thought, 'Your praise does me honour.' 'It must be urgent indeed if you came to find me in this place. Do we have any more concrete information?' Luke asked, 'I don't suspect it's connected to these men here?'
“What's with all the armed men guarding the place? And what's with that woman? Why is she dressed like some sort of Roman slave?” Miriam wondered and looked at Taia. “Any thoughts?” (Time for me to go, sorry. Good night!)
"It's... impossible..." Kelly muttered looking herself over. Had she really?... She must have! How!? "I-it's a rough map to the City of Set." she said finally. "I told you I'd hold up my end of the bargain." She could still feel the general's cum, added to that of Michael's men, dripping out of her pussy, and somehow yearned for more. But that would have to wait until she found Max.
"Hey..." Sonya hugs back, patting Natasha's back. "It's alright... It's alright..." She smiles. "Wait, really? That's incredible! Tell me more! Tell me everything!" The contacts moves closer.
The professor looks at the footage in disbelief. "What...how...? Why would she?..." (Is Laura's face visible?)
