'Maybe if you had just gone after him alone instead of me too, the other two would still be alive,' Luke sighed, 'What's done is done, you can have the maniac, whatever your boss has planned for him. Just stay out of our business.'
Searching around, and avoiding the glimmer, he manages to find a lever hidden in a bookcase, revealing a stairway leading downwards.
"Then you'll be leaving?" The woman asks. "Since the gods have chosen to bless you, I can open the gate for you."
"You're after the lost city, or something, right?" The yakuza says. "You have to back off. Kaneda-sama says that it's his and his alone." Luke has no clue who 'Kaneda-san' is, but from context, it's probably the guy's boss.
"Jackpot." Mori exclaims, "Hey guys, I found a hidden lever in the bookcase. I'm going to see where the new path leads to!" He shouts to inform his companions, before heading down the stairway.
'And what does your boss think he'll get exactly?' Luke said, 'If he's only after treasure, we don't have any quarrel as we don't care about that.'
Instinctively, Kelly adjusted her stance; her feet spread, her legs parted, and almost in need she tried to grind her scantily clad sex against Lark's growing erection. "I-" Kelly faltered at his question. Why was she seeking Queen Anai? She had no personal interest in the woman, and it wasn't like she expected to find the monarch, she'd been dead for near two-thousand-years! While her sisters of the faith were betrayed and murdered by the queen, and she wanted justice for the action, what justice could be had against a dead woman? Further, even if by some impossible miracle Anai was still alive, what could she do? She may now have been a priestess of Isis, but she was a lover not a fighter. The teacher sighed and looked down, "my husband is an archeologist who's been seeking this city for years. I'm his wife, and I'll support him in any endeavor he undertakes. My Goddess... I feel her desire for justice. While it's true I'm no warrior, Isis has given me so much. She's shown me my calling, my purpose, my very reason for being. I will do whatever she asks of me regardless of the risk. My soul is hers." Kelly looked back up into Lark's eyes. "If you know of the location of the orbs please tell me! I must know."
Heading down, he sees a long dark corridor. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 33 It isn't until it's too late that Mori hears the click of a pressure plate under his shoe. He barely hears the dart that flies out from the wall, as his vision goes black. The smuggler awakens a little while later in a different room, hanging from the ceiling by his feet. Around him, he sees the walls are lined with torches, and the floor is covered in bones.
"He said 'no one else is allowed to get to the city'". The man shakes his head. "Orders. I don't know what he wants. I'm not high ranked!"
"Heh." Lark grins as he grinds his length against her womanhood. "I always liked you Isis girls, dressing up your sluttiness behind honor and duty." He leans in close. "What do I get if I guide you to the orbs?"
"Uurgh... huh, what, where the-" Mori grumbles as he slowly wakes up. Only to notice how he was upside down, followed by the bones littered all around. "What, shit, how did I." He tries to look around, then look at what's binding his feet and whether or not he could undo them.
Looking up, he gets the feeling that the rope is secure. Maybe if he was able to lift himself up enough to get his hands on the bindings, he could do something, but that would be a hard task for a fit man, and Mori is anything but.
"I could want quite a bit." Lark leans in close to nibble on her earlobe and whisper in her ear dominantly. "I want to hear you say it." He orders.
Kelly mewled as the man nibbled at her. Her mind clouded with lust she pleaded the only words that came to mind. "P-please... fuck me."
"Ack, damn it." Mori groans, "Wait, maybe." He then looks at the bones on the ground, trying to reach a sharp looking one. Which he then throws at the center of the rope, hoping to fray it enough for it to snap from his weight.
"Mmfhh!!!" Natasha tried to resist assault, pushing away Sonya pussy but her friend keept her stady and hard, didn't let's go. It wasn't hard secret to figure out what is going to happen. She could just helpless waiting for what was going to happen.
Beatrice flinched at the Grandmaster's commanding voice, her body instinctively shuddering with anticipation of punishment - just like she was trained. "According to the clues I found following the trail of the crusader, I have discovered the location of the city in Egypt..." She reported. She wanted but bit her lip and kept her mouth shut. She was already claiming the credit for the breakthroughs in the search... Because it was true - her escort was useless in every regard so far. She might as well take the credit and bask in Grandmaster's praise...
“Before I leave, I'd like to ask you about the woman that is stuck here, in the other room. Is it possible to bring her along with me? What would be required for her to leave?” Miriam wasn't about to just abandon her new servant.
"Been a long time since I've had one of you priestesses... Okay." He grins, before slipping his hands under her knees and lifting her gracefully into the air, as his cock spears forward and enters her. Almost as big as the minotaur, she feels herself stretching to accommodate him, as he pounds inside her, cock head slamming against her cervix. "H-Honey?" She hears Max looking for her. "Where are y-oh..." He pauses as he comes into view, seeing another man pounding his wife.
