"Someone should certainly try to," he huffed, his irritated growling still sounding like he normally talks. The failure was a sign he still needed more power and understanding, which Queen Anai's treasures could provide and was one of his major motivators for this trip in particular compared to some of his previous ones. The ones who had opposed her had not just wanted to destroy Anai but ERASE her. That meant they FEARED her... and that fear had to come from something she could wield. And if he could wield that power too... well... he had never known respect his entire life but being feared? That seemed much more possible. He knew he should not tarry too long on this particular task... but given the nature of the magic, perhaps a show of dominance was needed to really spark the magic into action? To that end, he took a few steps closer to her, not quite pressing up against her but certainly close to the edge of her comfort zone as he looked into her eyes intensely with a gaze that radiated his raw aggression. "I know I'd certainly make you better behaved," he snarled huskily.
Kelly moved her head in tandem with the security guard's hand, offering no resistance as he pressed her farther down his shaft. Her nose smashed into his groin and her nostrils filled with his thick musk as she gagged on his thick dick. Her pussy juices soaked through the flimsy material of her panties and slowly started making their way down her thighs. She was sure it was from the fact that she hadn't had sex since before Max had left and not from the fat old guard calling her a slut. Even though when he did her pussy ached in wanting need. Her fingers played with her clit as she choked herself on the large shaft shoved down her throat. She was horny, and growing more-so by the minute. Her pussy throbbed in need, protesting its emptiness and at that moment, Kelly wanted nothing more than to be fucked savagely by the man she was blowing. She wanted his thick cock to split her pussy in half and moaned around the thing as she tried desperately to bring herself to climax.
"O-Oh, yeah, yeah, in there..." She points to a cupboard, stifling a moan, as the aphrodesiac increases her sensitivity to his touch.
Katherine knows that with all the people swarming back and forth to get ready, she's able to effectively leave whenever she wishes and get changed. The gala begins later that night, so she has time.
"Sweet dreams." After a few minute, Melinda begins to snore, tired from the day of travel and exploration.
"Wha...Wha?" Sonya open her eyes and leans forward. "Oh, right." She rubs her eyes, before checking that her gun is loaded. "Ready when you are, Nat."
Spoiler: History Roll D100: 78 (Pass) Gregoire... Gregoire... What the hell? No matter how hard she looks, even with the light, Beatrice can't find the right tomb. Then, he remembers something from her notes - Gregoire wasn't the crusader's first name. He'd been born a Welshman, and only changed his name when he became a noble in England. Moving around, she knows to search for a Welsh name, and before long, she finds it: Grigor Mulley. Here goes nothing, Beatrice thinks, knowing that if her hypothesis is wrong, she'll be at the mercy of her corrupted students. Examining the tomb of Grigor Mulley, Beatrice finds that the cross etched onto the stone is elevated lightly, almost like it's a button. Pressing down, she hears the clanging and clonking of ancient gears beneath her, and suddenly, the tomb begins to move, rising up from the stone ground and sliding sideways, revealing a stone stairway leading down.
Spoiler: Intimidation Roll D100: 77-10 (Antisocial)=67 (Pass) "I-I... What?" The heiress pauses, as though stunned, and Dylan gets the feeling that no one has ever talked to her in this way. "How...What do you...You can't talk to me like that..." She stutters.
Kelly's fantasies grow more vivid, and more tempting, the longer she spends deep throating the fat cock, but he sadly doesn't get the chance. Hilting himself down her throat, the guard's cock twitches once, then twice, before he floods the married woman's throat with his warm seed. "Ooh fuck..." He groans, as his cock pumps every drop inside her. Finally, he releases her, and collapses back onto the old throne, leaving Kelly coughing, spit and cum still connected in trails between his length and her mouth. "Heh, you're good at that. A lot of practice, huh?" The fat man laughs. "You're free to poke around here until dark. That's when my shift changes, and the guy who takes the next shift is a prude, he doesn't take bribes."
Frustrated, horny, and humiliated, Kelly coughed until she caught her breath. She looked hopefully at the security guard's deflating cock until she caught sight of her wedding ring again and almost screamed in guilt and rage. How had she done that? How had she just let the fat, old, ugly security guard use her like that? How had she become so turned on by it? These were questions she pushed away and angrily got to her feet. She straightened out her clothes and tried to refocus on what she had been doing and search for clues to her missing husband's location.
Miriam waited a bit longer, listening to her boss' snoring. Then she opened her eyes and quietly got out of bed. Moving over to the other bed she looked at Melinda's sleeping face, then leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips before moving back to her own bed. Miriam waited a few long moments to see if there would be any reaction to the kiss. When there was none she quickly removed her bra and panties. Now completely naked she moved back to Melinda's bed and lightly groped her massive tits, careful not to wake her up. Even through the sheets and the clothes her boss was wearing the massive boobs were easy to feel up. Mmm, nice... I look forward to playing them some more later, after I turn her into an obedient pet... She licked her lips as she imagined her boss standing in front of her naked, waiting for orders, her massive bust on display. After another minute of waiting and watching the sleeping woman – fortunately the room's window provided enough moon light – Miriam decided it was time to give Melinda another kiss. Only this time she would use her other lips. Doing her best not to make any noise she got up on the bed and squatted right above Melinda's face, then lowered herself down until her nether lips came in contact with her boss' lips. Kissing the sleeping woman in this manner was an oddly exciting experience and a wave of arousal passed through her body. Finally breaking the kiss after a few moments – though it felt much longer – Miriam remained squatting right above her boss' face and began masturbating slowly, careful not to make any noise while imagining that Melinda was eating her out.
Plans within plans, within plans. With still a lot to cover in a short amount of time, she figured it was time to make her exit and get to her temporary base of operations. As she went through the process of getting changed, she already had thought ahead to the next target on the list. With her hair back to the way it was, in her master thief outfit she began the process of dedicating painting two of her calling cards/ No bigger than a regular business card, but pitch black save for the purple butterfly she began to paint. A specific shade would be too obvious of a clue, but she wasn't picky on the detail. It was easier to just buy two separate colors and mix them or even just nail polish instead of keeping to too much of a consistent pattern. And nail polish wasn't difficult to take with her. Stockpiled so she wasn't buying it constantly either. But now, she had to paint two cards. One for this evening and....one for the future target to be sent in advance to give them some forewarning. She frowned. She really, really, wanted to just call up Amadee and explain all the details but that would ruin it. But she didn't have to worry about preparing for the future heist yet, with this one on the horizon as she readied her tools. She didn't need to do much more than the basic set she carried, other than trying to make some careful touches as she tried to carefully prepare a couple of smoke grenades if she would absolutely need them if something went wrong. Then....the more dangerous part. Explosives to collapse the tunnel. That would need to be done, very carefully. They were more likely to turn out to be a dud than blow her fingers off, but the danger of that would be she wouldn't be able to be sure if they would really work or not until she had to use them. There was definitely a risk, but the risk of not blocking off her escape route was a lot more dangerous.
"Feel free to come see me again." The guard chuckles, slipping his cock back into his pants and giving her ass a smack, before he heads out of the ruin to return to his guard station. Finally alone once more, Kelly struggles to stop thinking about what just happened, instead focusing on the words in Max's journal. Beneath the father, all men are equal. Well, the father is easy enough to identify. On the ceiling, there's a traditional depiction of God. But what does the rest mean? Looking at the walls, she sees that they're adorned with more religious imagery, generally depictions of saints, and scenes from the bible. On the throne, she sees strange dial engraved with Roman numerals. Spoiler: History Roll D100: 71+10 (History)=81 (Pass) Could... Could it really be that simple? After several failed attempts of applying her historical knowledge to try to figure the puzzle out, she has an epiphany - if all men are equal, then they'd all be counted in the puzzle. Turning to the dial, she inputs the number of people in the wall artwork, counting both the important saints, and the peasants in the bible stories. Suddenly, the throne, which still has a bit of her spit on it, begins to move out of the way, and Kelly discovers a hidden passage behind it.
Melinda moan softly in her sleep at the kiss, and then at the way her breasts are being felt up. Then, as Miriam perches above the woman, she begin to feel a tongue touching her womanhood. Looking down, her first panicked thought is that Melinda is awake and eating her out, but she sees in the moonlight that the professor's eyes are still closed, and her body still relaxed. Miriam realises, as Melinda's tongue presses past her lower lips, that the woman is experiencing a lewd form of somnambulism, possibly having a lewd dream at this very moment.
Experienced in this, it doesn't take long for Katherine to have her tools all ready for the evening's job.
Her infidelity from moments before still not forgotten or forgiven give way to excitement and the thrill of success (at least momentarily) and Kelly hurried through the now revealed passage.
Having a lewd dream, boss? Oh, my, I had no idea you were such a pervert... Miriam grinned and fondled her own breasts as she was serviced by the sleeping woman. In the morning I should ask her what she dreamed of. She decided as Melinda's tongue went deep inside her wet pussy. This was more than she had planned on, but she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and went along with it as her arousal grew. (Good night!)
Heading through, she finds herself in a circular chamber, dominated in the center by a large sphere. From the outside, light pours into the room at strategic areas. Before she can try to figure out the sphere, though, she begins to notice other things as her eyes acclimatise. Holes in the walls. And on the floor, shell casings - modern shell casings. Someone fired a gun in here, not all that long ago.
Satisfied at what looked like enough preparation, or rather her childish excitement getting the better of her, she got ready to leave. Her first step, would be to park her car in the forest out back, survey the house at distance and see if there's less staff and security than before. She could reason that a thinned out and overworked group probably meant it worked, but even if not, she'd still have to go through with the heist. Then she'd have to walk the distance, staying in the tree line to keep out of sight of the perimeter, then finally get it under way by scaling the opening she made for herself to the upper level. This is where the work began.
(Night!) Melinda happily begins to lick deeper and deeper in her sleep, her tongue finding its way to lash against Miriam's g-spot.
