Still cover her breast by one hand, Natasha look around the room. "Don't touch anything, this whole room looks like landmine. I think the best what we can do is looking for something what look like the map or riddle in ancient languages. Like painting on the sarcofag or golden runes on the figures." She said knowing it will going to take them long time. She feel embarrassed and want to take off shirt to dry it off, but present of researcher here stoped her from that. Ewen if it was classic sport top, she didn't want to show it to anyone. " Damit, Damit, Damit." She whisper to herself as she didn't hold up. Natasha turn around to be back to contact, take off shirt and pipe off her cloth, to get off as much water as she could. She get red on face from embrassed.
Excited, Kelly nearly dragged Michael over to the wall where she quickly set about inspecting it for clues and anything that she could recall from Max's journal, or anything that could aid in her search. "It's alright..." she said not really paying attention to the man; she was too engrossed in the inscriptions. "When I find him everything will be the way it should."
“Like mother, like daughter, I assume.” Miriam smirked. Then it was her turn to shrug. “No, I don't mind. I was thinking that this trip is a good chance for me to turn Mel into an obedient pet. But then I met you. Having a real princess as my personal sex slave is a lot more tempting... and since you have Mel's body, I get her anyway. In a way, at least...” She shrugged, then took out her phone to check the time. “Enough talk for now – we really should get going. But we're not returning to the town – better to be cautious and stay away from the shop clerk, in case he really has power and is able to somehow detect that you have possessed Mel's body. We'll go to another town, if possible, or camp out in the open if not – it will probably be a new experience for a princess like you...” She smirked and began walking toward the car. “Come. I'll drive since you likely won't be able to handle the car just yet, my princess.” The way she said the last two words made it clear she meant them in the sense of “my pet” and not “my mistress”. (Night!)
A quick Google search of the coordinates reveals that they're pointing to the city of Tel Aviv in Israel, specifically where the mediaeval port city of Jaffa once stood. Checking with some of his artifact dealer contacts, though, Dylan's informed that members of a particularly powerful and violent cult has booked tickets to go to Tel Aviv as well, only a few hours before he found his own coordinates.
"Hmph, good choice. So, lead us to where you keep the books, and then we can go to a hostess place to celebrate." The lieutenant gives a triumphant grin, smacking Mori's back.
Spoiler: Speech Check D100: 68 (Pass) "Hmm, I suppose I could agree to that, so long as I get to keep an eye on my investment." Vladimir nods. "And if there is no gold, only relics, then we'll have to have a talk, but what use is there in blabbing about that now?"
Sonya can't help but chuckle at her comrade's embarrassment. "The great commando is afraid to have anyone look at her body?"
{Changed it a little} After few hours have passed, Gregoire was sitting comfortably on the stone altar, enjoying his victory, as Emel was sitting on his lap with his cock still buried in her ass... and moving her tired abused body up and down. Her breasts bounced hypnotically, sweat covered her body as her hair stuck to her skin. She tried to wiggle to scratch those itches she had. "Yhm~" She moaned as the dick scratched the itching point in her pussy. Her breasts and ass were also itching to be groped, touched, spanked... Her pussy was the worst. She came and came, but it continued itching... and the heathen invader did not even touch it since he rammed his fingers into her. The chain binding her body made it impossible for her to pleasure herself. "Ugh!" Her eyes widened as she felt an orgasm comming. Her body arched an animalistic scream escaped her throat and sex juices squirted from her pussy. Slap! Hand slapped her ass, which made her moan with pleasure as the itching place was hit. "Don't stop moving!" The man barked, making her moaned with frustration as she felt her pussy continue itching. She needed something to scratch her, or she would go insane! She could not take it anymore! "Please... my pussy~" She said defeated. This was what the man wanted, it was her defeat... but she did not care. The only thing on her mind was the itching between her legs. The crusader chuckled as he grabbed the woman by the hair and pushed her on her knees. "You want it your snatch? You have to work for it." He said dangling his dick in front of her face. Without hesitation, Emel took the meat-sword that was moments earlier fucking her ass, into her mouth. She took the dick deep into her throat, choking as she started blowing him. Gregoire chuckled at the slut's eagerness. She was really desperate for his dick. "Gh!" Gregoire winced as she felt something happening with his body. He looked at the statue and cursed. Has it cast it's curse on him? He clenched his fist in frustration, pulling Emel by the hair, impaling her even more onto his dick. "Huhuhu..." He looked around as he heard a chuckle... coming from everywhere. "Who is it?" He murmured, but before he could do anything, his mind blanked for a moment, and he was somewhere else. Then, as if he came to the surface from underwater, he opened his eyes wide and started breathing heavily. "Anaiii..." He moaned out. The ancient queen... enjoyed his performance. She gave him knowledge of how to move forward! He understood the curse now! The curse could only target one person at a time - All he had to do was to redirect the curse from himself. He could take the ankh! He even was given some time to play more with the heathen bitch. He looked around, his eyes looking into a magical dimension of the vault. He could see numerous magical traps... and souls trapped inside them, bound to various devices, tormented by them and the magical constructs... or were they creatures from hellish realms? He could see tentacles tormenting a number of female souls, penetrating each orifice... a man being sucked dry by succubi like creatures... a woman impaled on the pole which continued moving penetrating her pussy... a group of minotaurs enjoying some female souls... an executioner spirit who whipped a female soul making her cum with each strike... and many more... A smirk formed on his lips... he had a way forward. He only needed 'someone' to throw at one of the traps.
Angling her body, Kelly can begin to see a pattern among the scarabs, using perspective to line them up until they're pointing in a certain direction. She also sees an emblem in the shape of a wolf, on several pillars. Spoiler: History Roll D100: 66 (Pass) She remembers something about the scarab being the symbol of the Carthaginian force who aided Anai's war against the Romans, but her concentration is broken when she feels Michael's hand on her ass. "Yeah, I'm sure everything will be great." He gives a squeeze, but otherwise acts normal.
"Heh, then let us go." Taia chuckles. A glance at the map shows several towns in the area, and Melinda had the foresight to bring some camping gear, as well, so either option is available.
Gregoire grabs Emel, and begins to drag her. Her daughter is still around, after all, and he only needs one plaything at a time. Pulling the woman, he prepares to give her as a sacrifice.
Natasha get ewen more bushed on face, what make her look like much cuter than before. "Shut up! It is not like I'm afraid... Just I don't like it okey?! That is all, get back to searching!" Her voice sound less like commando and more girlsh, what make her ewen more embrassed. She quicly put back on her shirt. It wasn't complety dry, but at leat her bra was less visible than before. She begin look around for some clue, to keep her mind focus on task, not on fact that her torso is visible to people in this room.
"Ow, ow, ow. Fine, fine." Mori groaned, reeling from the slap on his back. "Urgh, right, let'd go then." He said, trying to rub his sore back. He then attempts to lead them to a nearby rival yakuza's territory.
Emel moaned as he pulled her by the hair and started dragging her to one of the traps. He made sure to make her crawl - it seemed fitting. He let go of the woman by one of the traps. She fell on the floor with her ass up. "Please~" She moaned out as she wiggled her ass. "My pussy~" She all but begged with eyes filled with lust. Gregoire chuckled as he slipped one of his fingers into her snatch, making the woman arch and moan with pleasure. "I did enjoy that lustful body of yours." He chuckled as he gave her ass a smack. Now, only thing he needed to do, was to choose a trap where to drop the bitch into.
"Ah, I wouldn't worry about that. Worst case scenario, I'd be able to find something. I'm....resourceful."
Kelly's first instinct was to stand up straight, smack the man's hand away, and tell him off. Or at least that should have been her first instinct. Rather, she froze. She'd been horny ever since her encounter with the security guard and the feel of Michael's hand squeezing her ass-cheek caused a slight gasp to escape her lips. Her inner thighs had become sticky from her constantly running juices and by the time her muscles started to respond to her brain it'd been too long for her to simply swat his hand and berate him. Instead, she said nothing and let his hand grope and squeeze her ass. Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment and she made an effort to breathe evenly, and focus on the information she was gathering. The wolves were interesting, and she wondered about their significance. "I'm curious Mr. S-scaletta..." Kelly breath caught as she said his name. "I-is this the manse of General Bostar?"
Once they were both in the car Miriam made sure that Taia fastened her seat belt and knew what not to do during the ride. Then they were off, heading for the largest of the nearby towns. Once there they would find a hotel and get a room, plan the next part of the trip that would bring them to the coordinates they had discovered, and finally she would spend some time pounding Taia's ass before going to sleep. At least, that was her plan...
Great. Competition. And zealous competition at that. It was unlikely for there to be two different focuses of devotion and power that would attract a cult and him seperately in the same area. He had to operate under the assumption they were looking for Anai's treasures for their own ends. Possibly worship, possibly some end of the world bullshit, or even just some kind of desire to commit mass suicide around it to take their souls to their Goddess or some nonsense like that. It was certainly a danger to look out for and keep one eye open at night over... but no way in HELL was he going to let anyone else get that power first. Or keep it for long if they did. With that, he booked his own earliest possible flight (first class, of course), made a hotel reservation (a fairly fancy one but still close-by to where he planned to search), and busied himself with various forms of prep work (both in terms of making sure his travel papers in order and that he had some protective measures at the ready) until it was time to go.
"Heh..." Sonya chuckles. "Sure." Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 39 (Fail) Try as they might, the four of them can't find anything of any real value. There's plenty of treasure, but no clues to the lost city.
Natasha heavy sigh as they effords won't bring any results. "Any ideas? I admit, that I'm running out my own, so any suggestions would nice, no matter how stupid it would sound." She said as she sit on the floor. That chamber should be research by full team of experts for weeks, not amatours for hours. "Contact, maybe you have something? Like mith or legend what we should do in that situation?" She asked and look at artifact from before, maybe on that she would find some answers. "Show me the road to city of Set." She said comand, really didn't expect any effect.
