Queen Anai's Treasure

"Hmm. Right." Mori replied, not really aware of how dangerous magic was. Since he's never encountered anything like it yet. "So, do you know who they are, or am I just going to have to keep on my toes every time I see a beautiful woman?" He asked with a grin.
"My sight isn't as strong as it was, trapped in this damn tomb..." Anai growls. "I'm not sure about their pawns. You'll know if you see a priestess, though. Every inch of your body will feel pleasure, and you'll find yourself thinking that she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Bah..." She chuckles. "At least until my resurrection."
 
"What? Nat?" Sonya groans. "Of course, what are you even talking about? I just want... Dick..." She moans lustfully.
Natasha look around dungeon for something what she could use as dildo, because relase Sarge was out of the question. Then she tease Sonya pussy, by pressing around her pussy lips dildo.
" Sorry Sonya, I will give relief as fast as I can." She said as she massage her friend breast and fucking her pussy, to let her forget about sex after orgazm.
 
"Wait, really?" The woman looks incredulously. "Jesus, this trip..."

Luckily, for once, it's easy. Looking up, he sees the map decorating the ceiling, and with it, a location marked in Egypt.
'How accurate do you think an ancient map on the ceiling could be?' Luke asked, as he looked up and pointed, 'That place in Egypt has to be it.'
 
Taia kisses her way up Miriam's thighs, before her lips press against Miriam's. "Mmmh, here?" She teases.
“Mmm, yes, that's the spot, pet. Now lick me, like the good little slut you are!” Miriam commanded as she grabbed Taia's head and held her in place, not allowing her to get away. “Make me cum and I might let you cum tonight...”
 
"My sight isn't as strong as it was, trapped in this damn tomb..." Anai growls. "I'm not sure about their pawns. You'll know if you see a priestess, though. Every inch of your body will feel pleasure, and you'll find yourself thinking that she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Bah..." She chuckles. "At least until my resurrection."

"I see. Alright, sounds easy enough to identify." He chuckles, "And, any requests on what I do to them?"
 
"K-Kelly?" Max turns, eyes widening with disbelief, and, she notes, with love. The phone tumbles from his hand, still playing footage from Kelly's gangbang, as Kelly slams into him, wrapping his arms around her instinctively.

"Kel, is... Is it really you?" Max makes a sound deep in his throat, almost a sob, as he holds her. "I'm sorry, my love, I'm so sorry... I should never have left you to go on this stupid expedition." She feels his cock, wet with pre, rub against her scantily clad thigh, before he moans as she touches him.

"Kel... My love..." Max groans as Kelly's fingers find his length. "I've missed you so much..." He kisses her neck, and his touch grows from amorous to aroused. "I'm so sorry for what happened to you... It's all my fault..." Even as he says it, she feels his cock twitch in her hand. His words are true, but his body doesn't agree. "God... Kelly, I need you..." Max is uncharacteristically passionate, pressing his wife against the wall. "I need to fuck you..." The sounds of Kelly moaning still play on the phone, as his hard cock tubs against her entrance.
Kelly rubbed her labia against her husband's sensitive and strained cock-head. For a instant she contemplated breaking her vow to her goddess; but only for an instant. Max was in such need she could sense the yearning in his swollen member, and as his wife she wanted to release his longing. But she knew she couldn't let him inside her constantly wet hole.

"No my love." she said somehow both softly and sternly. "I know you need release, but not in my pussy." she looked into his eyes with a sympathetic gaze. "Sit down."

The pair descended and Max sat back against the pillar. Kelly laid down on her belly and nestled between her husband's legs. Her hands gripped his blood-engorged cock and she gently began to stroke him. "Pick up the phone. Watch the video baby." then she laid a loving kiss on his cock-head.
 
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Layla pulls her face off of his cock for but a moment, a cheeky smirk on her lips. "Those idiots? They wish." She lowers herself again, her mouth and throat enveloping every inch if his length, until her nose rubs against his pelvis. She holds it there, one hand caressing his balls while the other rubs the rosebud of his ass, and Dylan begins to writhe as he feels his climax denied, the string feeling torturous and oh so good.

"Th-Then I'm h-h-honored... to be... worthy... of your... attention," Dylan manages to gasp out, her mouth and throat on his cock, combined with her hands on his balls, and even her fingers teasing his pucker, taking him higher than he has normally managed to go.

His cock is throbbing so hard now it almost seems like it might snap the string around it as he tries to keep his desire to beg for her to finish him from his lips. "I-I look... forward... to returning the... f-favor."
 
"Have fun, whore?" Cody strikes her ass hard. "Layla's off with that guy from the airplane bathroom, so I say we take some initiative. Lead the way, bitch."

Beatrice bit her lips at the news of Layla making deal with the bastard from the plane. She believed it would be a bad idea to go without support, but still, she had no reason to disobey.

She turned to the entrance and started slowly making her way inside.
 
Natasha look around dungeon for something what she could use as dildo, because relase Sarge was out of the question. Then she tease Sonya pussy, by pressing around her pussy lips dildo.
" Sorry Sonya, I will give relief as fast as I can." She said as she massage her friend breast and fucking her pussy, to let her forget about sex after orgazm.
She finds an actual dildo upon a rack, leading her to wonder about what this dungeon was used for, exactly.

Sonya moans as her pussy accepts the length. "Oooh, Nat... What...?"
 
Kelly rubbed her labia against her husband's sensitive and strained cock-head. For a instant she contemplated breaking her vow to her goddess; but only for an instant. Max was in such need she could sense the yearning in his swollen member, and as his wife she wanted to release his longing. But she knew she couldn't let him inside her constantly wet hole.

"No my love." she said somehow both softly and sternly. "I know you need release, but not in my pussy." she looked into his eyes with a sympathetic gaze. "Sit down."

The pair descended and Max sat back against the pillar. Kelly laid down on her belly and nestled between her husband's legs. Her hands gripped his blood-engorged cock and she gently began to stroke him. "Pick up the phone. Watch the video baby." then she laid a loving kiss on his cock-head.
"What? Why?" Max looks confused, resisting a little, before he gasps. "Oh, Kel... You're so fucking beautiful..." His cock twitches, and Kelly realises that now that the emotional blast of seeing her again has worn off somewhat, Max is starting to be effected by her aura. "O-Okay..." He mutters as she guides him to be seated, eyes taking in her new outfit. "Kelly, what are you wearing? You look..." He pauses, not even knowing what he wants to say, before uttering "Like a godess..."

"What? Watch the video? K-Kelly, we can't... That would be wrong... They...They took you against your will, I can't enjoy that..." Despite his words, his hand subconsciously obeys, picking up the phone.
 
"Th-Then I'm h-h-honored... to be... worthy... of your... attention," Dylan manages to gasp out, her mouth and throat on his cock, combined with her hands on his balls, and even her fingers teasing his pucker, taking him higher than he has normally managed to go.

His cock is throbbing so hard now it almost seems like it might snap the string around it as he tries to keep his desire to beg for her to finish him from his lips. "I-I look... forward... to returning the... f-favor."
"Oh, the honor's all mine." Layla's grin doesn't dissipate, even as she deep throats his cock, the tattoed length dissapearing past her jaw. The pleasure and discomfort rise, as Layla pleasures him with seemingly no intention of stopping.
 
Looking at the map, Luke sees again that it's startlingly accurate, more like a modern map than an ancient one. "I think it's our only lead." Mary says, snapping photos with her phone, for posterity.
Luke made sure to snap a picture of the map as well, before he turned to Mary and her sergeant, 'Unless you want to go searching for treasure, we might want to look for a way out... preferably not the one with Minotaur.'

Luke started to go to the other side of the chamber, looking for a second way out.
 
Beatrice bit her lips at the news of Layla making deal with the bastard from the plane. She believed it would be a bad idea to go without support, but still, she had no reason to disobey.

She turned to the entrance and started slowly making her way inside.
As she reaches the shimmer, her vision flashes white.

The City of Set

Beatrice isn't in Tel Aviv anymore, that's for sure. Looking around, she sees a palace, and knows she's in the past once again.
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Her thoughts are disrupted by a rush of adrenaline as Beatrice feels that she's not alone, and that something very, very big is inside her.
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Provoked by pleasure, memories come flashing back to Beatrice, someone else's memories. She's in the body of Hashput, she realises, a top handmaid of Queen Anai herself, sent into the City of Set to scout it out for her mistress's arrival, and to find a certain red stone, in the city's palace.

She'd had a guard of a hundred soldiers, at first. They didn't last long against the myriad traps and monsters of the city, and many went mad outright from the queer atmosphere of the place.

Luckily for Hashput, the more humanoid monsters can be soothed with her body, leading to her current 'position'. Across the room, she sees the stone Queen Anai ordered her to find, upon a plinth. It looks simple and pedestrian, if quite large, about the size of her palm, but it glitters beautifully, the red colour highly desirable.

Still, before she can get to it, she has to get out of her current position, as her ass and pussy are ravaged by mummies. Their cocks are huge, and feel even bigger inside her, and Beatrice is pretty sure that only the high priests of her cult - her true masters - have been able to make her feel better during sex.
 
"Center of the city. Alright." Mori took note of the order, grinning, "Anything else, your majesty?" He asked in a slightly teasing tone.
"When you're needed, you'll be contacted." The pumping of his cock grows even stronger, and finally Mori awakens the next morning. He feels himself cumming, his seed flowing into Eloise, who's been bouncing atop him, heavy breasts swinging as she rode the unconscious man.
 
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