Spoiler: Who wins? D2: 2 Despite her best efforts, the young man throws Natasha down, and begins to hammer her pussy from behind. She tries to resist, but soon she's assaulted by a powerful orgasm.
"O-Oh, honey..." She moans as he begins suckling. "Y-You haven't done that in a long time... I missed it." She writhes slightly. "I-I thought you had to rest?"
“Thank you.” Miriam gave a polite bow to the invisible voice and led her group though the doors, curious to see what they would find inside.
Going through, she sees a colossal space, lavishly decorated with silk and gilding. In the center, a large dark skinned man in elaborate robes approaches, carried on a litter by a dozen loinclothed men. "Hello!" He spreads his arms wide. "Welcome, welcome!" His expression is jovial, but there's a cunning intelligence in his eyes.
Natasha scream of pleasure as waves of orgasm hit her body. She have no stamina to stand up and only let him finished in her. "Ahhh!!!! You... Ahhh!!! Ohh!!" She gasping for air.
She moaned as their lips detached, a saliva string connecting their mouths. "Hm~" She gave a soft moan. "It's better to hurry up. We should not dwell too much in these ruins. The faster we get what we came here for, the longer we could celebrate~" She said, her voice carrying a promise.
De Moulay pulls her close to him as they kiss, and even through mail and leather she can feel the hard on pressing against her thigh. "Alright, where do you want to start?" He pulls back, pointing towards a palace, a temple and a bazaar. Behind him, the other crusaders begin to spread out.
Natasha look at him and just smile to him. (What was his name?) "Not bad sir, no bad." She said and use blanket to cover them both under. It been long time since she get a chance to rest in bed.
"Temple, my love."Beatrice said as she pointed at the building. "It's the seat of power. There, we will find some answers."
The inside sure is different from the outside. It's almost as if we are in a different time... Actually, we probably are. “Hello and thank you for the warm welcome!” Miriam greeted the man in a friendly manner, but on the inside she was not as calm as she appeared. Perhaps it was the intelligence in his eyes, but something about this obviously rich and important man worried her. She took a quick look at her companions to check their reactions to what they were seeing, then turned back to their 'host', examining him in more detail.
"Mmm. Well, I don't think I can use my cock for awhile, but that doesn't mean I can't use my fingers." Mori/Akrem teased, showing his mothing just how good he was with his hands. As he starts massaging her, mainly focused on her breasts.
"You are most welcome. Join me, honoured guest." He pats the seat beside him on the litter. Looking back, Taia and Bast are both wary, but neither seem to have any familiarity with this man. Likewise, of course, with Ben and Melinda. "Come, come! I must say, my last guest, a short while ago, was quite a beauty, and I wasn't thinking I'd get another able to challenge her, but you're seemingly up to the task." He makes a show of ogling her, but though the interest is genuine there's something...performative about it.
"Hah, I think you liked it better than 'not bad'." He wraps an arm around her waist, as the two are covered by the warm sheets. Seemingly, he doesn't have the same desire to dominate women utterly, like his father. (Hath'put)
"Indeed." He clambers up atop his horse, holding out a hand to lift her up to sit beside him, and the crusader party moves forward, descending the great stairs from the gate, and going down into the streets, hoofs and armoured boots clacking against the impossibly ancient cobblestones. The city is a winding maze of twisting streets, and in places, the nun is sure that she can hear the sounds of people walking and talking, though she sees nothing but perfectly preserved houses and stores. She can see the steeples of the temple in the distance, the design somehow both alien and familiar, when she hears something behind them, following them. Looking back, however, she sees nothing.
"O-Ooh, Akrem..." Atema sighs. "W-When did you get so, aah, skilled at this? I've never seen you take a woman before today."
"Mmh. I am the Pharoah, Mother. The gods bless me in whatever endeavor I aim to do." Mori/Akrem said proudly, while chuckling in his mind as he spouts some lies he just thought up. After all, telling her an overweight, middle-aged man is currently using your son's body is too much. He smiles, "Now then, Mother. Why don't you use your hand to stroke me? I'm sure that'll help speed up my recovery."
Natasha lie down in his arms, enjoy safety and comfort after all of this. "Okey, I admit, you were pretty good, Hath'put." She said looking him in the eyes. "Listen... I know I was bought to you and all of that, but may I ask for some simple clothes for myself? Nothing fancy, just common tunic, belt and sandals. Showing bare body to everyone around isn't comfortable." She said in sweet tone.
Frowning a little she looked around - such a ghost city. Her body shivered. There was an evil here... She shook her head. Then, only after a moment she realised what she heard. Her head snapped to look back - and still see nothing... where the members of their party should have been! They were gone! She swallowed, as she moved deeper into her toy's arms. "We should hurry..." She whispered.
