"Misdirect." Kelly thought to herself. "Oh really? You've undoubtedly searched my husband, tell me have you found anything on him?" She then stretched her arms out displaying her naked body. "Does it look like I have an orb on me?"
“I don't mean to impose, but if you insist... My feet could use some rest after the long walk.” Miriam sat down next to the man, pretending to be more tired than she actually was. “Another guest? I wonder if it is someone I know... what did she looked like?” She inquired while taking note of how the man was looking at her. He seems used to ogling pretty women... Possibly a noble or a slave trader... or both.
"You deserve every blessing, my love." The former queen says with obvious pride, before both hands begin to stroke the immense phallus of her son.
"Crusaders! Diamond formation!" Gregoire, now acting like an authoritative leader rather than a love struck puppet, orders his men, and they close into a formation, eyes tracking outwards on all sides. After a tense few minutes, they arrive outside the temple, the collosal spires and minarets a mix of Christian, Ancient Egyptian and Islamic design, but somehow more confusing and strange than that. The gates are closed, beyond the odd and often lewd decorations on the stained glass windows, she can hear chanting and singing.
The general closes in, smirking dangerously, as he closes the distance where her aura will start to effect him. "You're one of the sluts of Isis, right? I hear you're very flexible. Perhaps I should search inside?"
"She was like you." He explains, as the litter starts to move deeper into the building. "From your time, your 'modern world'. And like you, she was a stunning beauty. Huge chest, beautiful face, auburn hair..." At the description, Miriam hears Ben mutter "Kelly..." The name of the woman he came here to save. "That was her name, yes." The merchant nods. "She'd become a priestess of Isis. We made a deal for my orb, and she borrowed a squad of my finest guards."
"Mmh." Mori/Akrem groans from the pleasant sensation, as his hand slowly glides down Atema's stomach, until it reaches her crotch. He wastes no time, as he uses his skilled fingers to caress her pussy.
Beatrice approached the gate. She started studying it, looking at the pictures, looking for a leveller that would allow them to get inside. At the same time, she tried to hear what was the sound that was inside - to hear and understand the voices.
So he can tell we're from a different time. Definitely not just a rich merchant. “It's good to know that Kelly made it here successfully. But what's this about her having become a priestess of Isis and taking an orb? That's certainly a new development. Please, tell me more – I'm curious what she has gotten herself into...” And what I might have gotten myself into...
Easily, the young man brings his 'mother' to the verge of orgasm. "S-Sweetie... You're so gooood!" She cries out.
Looking at the gate, she guesses that a firm push would suffice to open it. The singing is in a strange, eclectic tongue. She can't make out the words, but something about it relaxes her, almost entices her.
"Well, I don't know the details of course, but somehow she was contacted by a servant of the godess Isis, goddess of love and fertility, and convinced to join their ranks." He grins. "You'll know when you see her - the priestesses are like nothing else, they each have an aura, a residual part of their lady's power, that entices and arouses any within their vicinity. Kelly seemed to enjoy the power - she used it to make my guards fall in love with her, but she seems genuinely devoted to her new mistress." He chuckles. "You don't know about the orbs? There are three of them in this city. Gaining them will grant access to the tomb in the city center, where Queen Anai fell, long ago."
Sensing that she was on the verge of another orgasm, Mori/Akrem positions himself between her legs. His cock erect once more, but with his young, inexperienced body. He knew he wouldn't last after a few thrusts. So, he takes hold of Atema's hips. Cockhead pressing against her hole, as if he was teasing her. But, the moment she opened her mouth to beg, Mori/Akrem thrusts forward, hilting himself deep inside of her. Savagely, he pounds her, his meat pole once again invading her womb. And after few minutes of rough movements, he unloads once again deep inside her womb. This time however, Mori/Akrem overexerts his new body, causing himself to collapse onto her mother's chest.
"My l-looooveee!" She cries out as he fucks her once more. "G-Give me your cuuum! Make me your queen!" She screeams as she cums, happily taking his seed inside her. The two of them lie like that for a while, the mother happily cradling her son's smaller body, his face against her breasts. "Oh, you're all tired..." She sighs. "I guess we should have listened to you before." She chuckles, brushing some hair from his face. "You there, with your face against mommy's breasts... It reminds me of when you were little." She smiles. "Soon, I'll be carrying your child, and you can drink from these all you like, just like the old days."
"Haah, haah... hehe, I'd love that, Mommy." Mori/Akrem panted, idly squeezing Atema's breasts. His cock softening inside of her pussy, "Alright... this time, I really am tired." He sighed, "But don't worry, Mother. I'll keep fucking you every night, until we get to the city of Sett." He whispered, as he closes his eyes. Drifting off to sleep as he lay on his Mother's breast.
He awakens like that, still inside her, in her loving arms, when a knock at the door disturbs him. "Mighty pharaoh." A guard's voice says from the other side. "We have arrived at shore."
"Mmh, wha? Already?" Mori/Akrem groans, unceremoniously pulling out of his Mother. "Very well, I will be there momentarily." He said in a commanding tone, and once the guard left. He sighs, cleaning up, and waking up Atema, telling her they have arrived.
