"You heard her, babe." Sarge grins. "You'll be in my loving care." Heading into the city, Natasha's struck again by how simply vast it is. Her satellite navigation has long since stopped working, so she's forced to use the stars above to navigate her way around the labyrinthine streets. Everywhere, she sees displays of wealth and extravagance, even the homes in the less affluent areas being well decorated, and the mansions being luxurious beyond belief. Still, she has to press on. As she does, she can't help but feel a sense of unease. Finally, she reaches the temple. She spots two dead men in military gear outside, and loud chanting from inside, the voices pleasant but strange. The chants are vaguely familiar, but she can't place the language or musical style. One moment, it sounds like Catholic Gregorian chanting, the next, like the call of an Islamic muezzin, or a collection of buddhist monks, but it never sounds exactly like any of those. The chanting sounds...older.
The young woman looks equally scared and excited, as she cleans her face. "R-Right..." Reluctantly, the man gets up to fulfill his part of the bargain. "Alright, looks like they flew to a private airfield in Egypt - one of ours. They hired SUVs and desert gear, so I'm guessing they were headed out into the sands. I can get in contact with the guy who got them that stuff - we were the middlemen for that. Maybe they said something about where they were headed." He explains.
Natasha look at dead bodies searching for what kill them. "Everybody take position around, I will check what it waiting for us inside." She comand and carefull use small mirror on her AK to see what is behind doors, without opening them. She hope that kind ritual doesn't involve naked woman, but they didn't follow way of humility, so maybe that is reason for monsters attacks?
"This is an airport, there should be a hotel close by that we can use." She nods. "I have to ask, though... If you've got the power to do things like this, why don't you join our family? We're always willing to hire someone capable of pulling their weight."
"Glad you could make it." Mori smiles, though he was keeping himself from reacting to the clearly dangerous individual behind Ginza. "No, I haven't. I'm Mori, nice to meet you." He greets the brother politely, bowing as he did.
At first, she can't see anything on them at all, but then she spots them - two small darts embedded into the necks of the dead mercs. Using the mirror, the chanting stops, and she sees that the interior is glorious, but empty.
“That would be great, thank you.” Miriam smiled gratefuly at the man. While waiting for him to get the info she looked around for her clothes that she had dropped earlier and got dressed, then checked on Taia and Bast.
"Not good, not good. They must have some kind of antiburgar system." She said to hersellf and wonder what to do next. If power inside spotet her only by small mirror, it mean they are really advanced to them. Natasha sigh and call her squad. She order two of them to watch doors, to not let them to be shout down and with rest she enter to temple. "Alright, gods, aliens or some magical. I guess they watching us and just have fun of us." She said to hersellf.
Sadly, the two buxom women are now dressed, taking it that the fun is over. Ben, Bast's muscular companion, arrives not much later, as the flight controller says that the supplier has been contacted, and should get back to them soon. "So..." Ben looks over the place. "I see you guys had fun."
“Indeed.” Miriam nodded to the young man, smiling. “What did you do while waiting? Did anything happen?” She inquired, just in case, even though it seemed unlikely – Ben would not be this calm if something had happened.
"I prefer to be my own boss," Dylan replies with a nod as he finishes his coffee and stands up, holding out his hand, "Though I'm not against being a hired contractor from time-to-time. But only if your case is... compelling enough."
Rapture. It was the only word that came close to explaining how Kelly felt. Her lust was supercharged, her body on fire and every nerve ending alight with passion. Every action the men took only heightened her pleasure. The man savagely pounding his cock in her pussy, the hands roughly manhandling her tits, the dick halfway down her throat, all of them brought her to unbelievable highs of ecstasy. Every hard thrust of the man in her cunt caused her breasts to bounce and her top couldn't take the jostling, it bunched up above her bountiful rack exposing her breasts. The man who had his length buried down her throat held her with both hands at the base of her skull and ruthlessly used her mouth with wild abandon. Tears formed in Kelly's eyes and streamed down her face as the man buried his cock as far down her throat as it would go. He kept it there and let Kelly gag on it, choking her with his manhood until she nearly passed out, before he'd pull out and let her gasp for a few precious lungfuls of air. Then he'd repeat the process, bringing her to an oxygen deprived state. All of Kelly's senses, save touch, dimmed as the night went on. Moments of awareness were brief for her as she came to understand she was standing on one leg, the other extended over a man's shoulder as he standing side-fucked her while she jerked off another. Then she was standing bent over while a man fucked her from behind while another exploded in her mouth. Then she was suspended in a man's arms, her back pressed to him as his cock was buried deep in her ass; a man was in front of her, his shaft in her cunt, and the two furiously bounced her on their cocks as a hand was around her neck choking her. After that she could remember being sandwiched between two men, her ass was empty but her pussy was extremely full and she couldn't stop screaming in pleasure as she orgasmed endlessly. The sun was in the sky when her ordeal ended, and she collapsed onto the poker table covered in sweat. Every one of her holes oozed cum, and she could feel the thick cream heavy in her stomach.
The man is silent, an unsettling grin on his face. "Ahem..." His brother clears his throat. "We should probably get going. The plane takes off soon." Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 76 As the four of them board, Mori spots a gaggle of men getting onto the plane behind him. They try not to arouse suspicion, but the smuggler's keen eyes know what they are - yakuza thugs. "Kaneda's men?" The Tiger says quietly, also having spotted the men.
"Good luck." The two squadmates take their positions, eyeing the surrounding area nervously. "How fascinating..." Samva looks entranced by the temple, and without hesitation, moves to open the doors and enter.
"Nope, nothing happened." The young man sighs. "Unfortunately." He mutters under his breath, with a hint of jealousy.
"That's a shame, but I understand." The blonde nods, before standing and taking his hand. "Then I'll make sure to convince you." She smirks.
"Probably? The old man did say he'll provide muscle. I didn't know it would be plural." Mori sighed, cursing himself for now asking who the yakuza boss would team him up with. "Anyway, I know you two have a burning passion towards them. But try to resist for now. Maybe we can use them as bait for that mercenary group guarding the ruins." He said, trying to come up with a plan on how to handle things. The smuggler then walks beside Eloise. "So, you've been awfully silent. Did you find out anything else?" He asked, smiling, yet discreetly groping her ass.
The men back away from her, exhausted, as Kelly lies in a blissful stupor. She stays there for a while, happily catatonic, before she begins to smell something other than cum. Something sweet and fragrant, like persimmon or incense, but it's hard to narrow down what exactly the scent is. Whatever it is, Kelly thinks as her body becomes relaxed and rejuvenated by the scent, she likes it. "Well well, look at this. What a vixen..." Kelly hears a voice from the tent entrance, feminine, silky and impossibly seductive. "Even my people would be impressed at such wantonness..." Turning her head, Kelly sees a beautiful woman approaching, her body buxom and perfectly curvy, looking at her with striking eyes that appear to see right through her. "Hello, my dear... You're looking for your husband, I take it?" She smiles, a smile that makes Kelly unbelievably comforted to see it. "I can help with that, sweetling." She caresses Kelly's cheek, touch sending pleasant bursts of electricity through the wife's body, before she wipes up a dollop of cum on her finger, bringing it to her mouth for a taste. Kelly's mind is still entirely her own, but being in the presence of this mystery woman is so strangely pleasant that it's hard for her to think straight. Looking around, Kelly notes that none of the gangsters have reacted to the woman. In fact, they've not moved at all since she walked into the tent...
The yakuza aren't going to start anything on board a plane, so Mori is safe for now, as the craft soars into the air. Eloise bites her lip and supresses a moan. "Y-Yeah, a few things. I cross-referenced Helga's slates to some unexplained finds from a few years ago, and they're a match. I don't know exactly how they'll fit in, but this info should help.
"Oh?" Mork grins taking note of her moan, and making sure he sits right next to Eloise. "That's interesting." He nods, before leaning in to whisper. "By the way, I'm sorry to say, but... I can't fuck you any more." He said in a disheartened tone, "You see... Helga-chan and I are engaged now. And I promised I'd only fuck her from now on. Sorry." He said, apologizing as he lied, wanting to see how desperate she'll be to have a taste of his touch again.
