'Burning at the stake? No, we are not that bloodthirsty anymore', Luke said, before he spotted the trap, 'You there in front! Stop right now! Don't lift your foot, you just stepped on some pressure tile.'
"So I learned," Dylan replies, indicating the scratch marks on his temples, "They do good work. And let's clear the air here, depending on what we're both looking for, it's possible we might be able to come to an agreement instead of conflict. So... you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
The young man follows along, as the ankh leads them forward. Eventually, they find themselves outside a small ditch in the ground, with an ancient gateway standing at the bottom, looking old and forgotten. Around the ditch, however, stand three young men - each looking like street thugs.
"T-That's not...Aiii!" She screams out as Mori begins to assault her, writhing with pleasure. Mori notes with satisfaction that the inexperienced young woman quickly orgasms.
"Interesting." The old man nods. "We will let you pass, but know that you're not the first to come here of late. Men came, with guns." He looks down. "There was a firefight, and many guardians were slain."
Once Helga came, Mori withdraws his fingers. Bringing them towards his mouth, he makes a show of licking her juices from his digits. "Mmh. Just as delicious as the first time." He teased, grabbing her hand, he brings it close to his cock, leaving a few inches away, but enough to let her feel the heat coming from it. "So, Helga-chan. That should be enough, right? You got to experience it again. So I'll see you in a few weeks." He chuckled, grinning, waiting to see her reaction.
"Look at you." The man behind her rubs his length against her ass, before thrusting forward to penetrate her tight rear hole, his length stretching Kelly to her limit, but flooding her mind with that sense of forbidden pleasure that she's become addicted to. "Fuck!" He groans, striking her ass again, as he starts to pound her. "We'll, ugh, let you go back to your pussy husband..." He groans, enjoying her tightness. "But you'll come back to us... Because you need this." He strikes her ass again, before grabbing her hair tightly and pulling her up to face him, dominating her mouth with a kiss. When he lets her fall back forward onto the table, Kelly sees that the other men all have their cocks out, jerking them to the sight of her being ravaged. Kelly feels a thrill at the sight of their eyes watching her with rapt attention - knowing that she's at the forefront of each and every one of their minds, that each desperately wants to be the man inside her right now.
"Hell yes..." The leader groans, pulling away with his subordinate, before they both begin to pump their lengths in front of Miriam. With a loud groan, they both reach their limit, and their seed sprays forth, covering Miriam's immense chest. At the same time, Bast and Taia's knees both go weak as they reach their own orgasms. As the two men sit down, exhausted, the women lower themselves to their knees as well, turning to Miriam. In the post coital glow, Bast leans in to kiss Miriam, her tongue pressing forward into the younger woman's mouth, as Taia begins to kiss Miriam's neck.
"Shit!" The man freezes. "Grr, stay there until we come back for you, and don't move." The leader says in an irritated voice to her subordinate. "Come on, let's go further in." Abandoning the trapped soldier, the group heads further into the ruined city, eventually seeing what was once a grand palace. "Not that bloodthirsty? Then what do you do, exactly?" The big guy smirks, before he's shushed by his boss. "Alright, everyone, fan out and keep in radio contact. Altar boy, you're with me."
"Maybe, if things go well between us, I'll have her 'apologise' to you." The blonde chuckles. "I'm after the city of Set." She says plainly. "And so, I think, are you." She smirks.
"Hmm? What was that?" Mori cooed, "Sorry, Ojou-chan. I may be skilled with my fingers, but I'm not a mind reader. Please tell me precisely what itnis you want, otherwise I might mistake it for something else." He said in a teasing tone, his cock slowly hardening in front of her.
Luke looked at little surprised, 'Is there another group here or why are you in such a hurry you'd leave one of your men behind?' 'We use more subtle methods, if we kill some cultist or witch it's not going to be in public', Luke started to explain before the leader ordered them to spit up. Having no other choice for the moment, Luke followed the leader.
"Damn it!" She squeals in frustration. "Why do you have to...? I need your cock, Suzuki-san! I need to feel it inside me!"
"We're not in a hurry, but there's no need to waste time. He'll be fine if he doesn't move." The man shrugs. "How gentlemanly of you." She chuckles. Together, they enter the old palace, and surprisingly, Luke gets the feeling that he's been here before, even though that's clearly impossible. For some reason, as he looks over the ruins, he imagines them when they were still filled with soldiers and courtiers and slaves. "Heh, this place was probably impressive, back in the day." The leader says, as she examines the walls, before showing a picture of a strange heiroglyphic on her phone to Luke. "Shout out if you see this symbol, okay?" Hmm... You're finally here... Luke feels a voice in his mind. It sounds like him, feels like him, but that thought wasn't his own.
Mori chuckles as she caved in, "Very well. Bend over, and place your hands on the bed." He ordered, all the while groping her ass, as she moved. Once Helga was in position, he stands behind her. Sliding his cock between her thighs, his shaft rubbing against her crotch. He teases her for a few seconds, just until she whined again. Before moving back, aligning his cockhead with the entrance to her pussy. And just as she begged again, Mori thrusts forward, hilting himself inside of her, and ramming against her cervix.
Luke looked around the room, before the leader showed him the symbol, 'I will keep an eye out.' As he heard the voice, he quickly looked around himself but did not see anyone else. He was slightly confused, but dismissed it as fatigue. Luke started to search the room for anything useful and the symbol the woman had shown him.
Helga's hands dig into the bedsheets, and she presses her face against the mattress to try and muffle her screams of pleasure, as Mori finally gives her what she needs. She's as wet and tight as before, pussy milking his length.
Natasha nod for that wondering what he could mean. "Do you mean these bandits in the canyon down there or some others? How many of them come through?" She asked.
He spots the heiroglypic etched into one of the walls, and follows it through a doorway. Not much further, now... Moving forward, Luke finds himself in some kind of throne room antechamber. Against a wall, he sees a familiar looking young man, though he just can't place him. "It's about time." The young man chuckles. "What? What language is that?" The female soldier frowns, hand at her holster, and with a start, Luke realises that the other man is speaking in latin. The young man pushes off from the wall, striding forward, and Luke sees that he's got a boyishly handsome face, but more interesting is his clothing - Roman armor. (Sorry, my writing is really sucking for this bit)
