"N-No..." She barely manages. "Not unless...ugh...you promise to make me your queen, officially..." She moans as he touches her, all the while Eloise services his cock, tears pouring down her face from the overstimulation.
"Her husband is in there - he was kidnapped, and she went in to get him back. He's the only one I know is in there besides her and the general's people." He sighs. "She was allowed in, but the guards were watching her."
"Help!" She called, as she quickly pulled of the headgear, and rolled away. She got a quick look around. After making sure that Crusader gave her some distraction - she made for the corridor again.
"Oh? Disobeying me, are you?" Mori/Akrem said in a sudden strict tone, while his perverted grin still remained on his face. "Hmm, so that's what you're after." He hummed as Atema spoke her mind, which just gave the smuggler a perverse idea. "Very well. But, you see Mother, a queen has to have the ability to gather her subject's attention. And currently, they're more focused on her." He tilts his head, basically implying that the Pharaoh's mother should get on all fours, and masturbate for all to see. "I know, we'll make a game out of it." He grins, "Whoever gathers the most gazes, will become my queen, while the loser becomes a slave." Mori/Akrem chuckled, looking at Atema to show how serious he was.
“So she managed to find her husband? That's wonderful news! Right?” The last question was aimed at Bast and Ben as Miriam looked at them to see their reactions to the news (but mostly the young man's). “Thank you for letting us know. I don't have any further questions right now. Let's see if we can help Kelly deal with the general and get her husband back.” And get the general's orb while we're at it – but no need to mention that. If the men had nothing more to say or to ask her, then Miriam would lead her little group toward the mansion and try to gain entry.
Gregoire raises his sword and cuts into the hand of the beast, which turns and promptly punches him in the chest. The crusader flies backwards, hitting the wall, and Beatrice hears something crack inside him. "H-Help me..." He groans, as the minotaur approaches him. "M-My love, h-help..."
Natasha getting realy angry for that moment, in run she grab some heavy obiect and throw it in the thief back, to stop him.
"M-My love..." She drops to her knees, the people in the other carriages gasping as she pulls Eloise off of her son's cock, fighting over it, as her free hand begins to touch her already wet pussy. "Make me your queen..." She moans between kisses. "And I'll do everything you could dream of... Way more than this whore..." Eloise pushes back. "This hag is past her prime..." Despite not intending to stay here permanently, the American is apparently feeling competitive. "You know I can give you much more..."
"Right." Ben seems less than happy at the news, while Bast shrugs. The guard nods, wishing her good fortune. "Stop!" The gate guard calls. "State your business!"
For a moment Beatrice consideredjust leaving Gregoire... but he was still useful. "Hey!" She threw a rock at the creature's back - "Hey!" She brought it's attention to her. As the stupid beast turned around, she slipped behind it and quickly got to Gregorie. She grabbed him and silently dragged him to the tunnel - to safety.
"Hehe, girls, girls. You forget. I'm not going to decide who becomes queen." Mori/Akrem grins, waving his hand all around. "I said whoever gathers the most audience gets to be queen. While the loser becomes a pleasure slave." He said in a teasing tone, shuddering as the two women worked his cock. The smuggler holds himself back as much as he can, yet with two pairs of lips servicing him. He couldn't help himself much, as his precum starts to ooze out of his cockhead at a faster rate.
“My name is Miriam! I am here to see the general!” Miriam replied as she looked around, taking note of any other guards nearby.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world for Kelly to sink to her knees in front of this domineering man. In fact it felt... right. The wife felt fulfilled and complete serving the sexual desires of men, it didn't matter who. She greedily sucked down the offered cock and felt like she was in bliss blowing the man. She looked up at him with obedient and thankful eyes as her lips pressed into his groin and her tongue tickled his shaft. His words echoed in her soul and filled her with purpose. He was absolutely right! Of the man, she found herself despising and near hating him, but it was her privilege to drain his balls dry. Such was her place. Kelly gleefully accepted his length down her throat, and his roughness only served to fuel her own lust. 'Praise be to Isis.' she thought and eagerly let him do with her as he wished.
The thief stops in her tracks, turning. At the same moment, Natasha notices a ruckus from the front gate - people in modern clothing trying to get in. "If you enter, you enter unarmed, understand?" Strangely, the guards don't seem reluctant to let her in. The man continues to use her throat roughly, thrusting deep with every intention to sate his own desires and not a thought for her comfort. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, and the man grunts. "What?" A timid guard on the other side answers "We have more...guests. From what our spies tell us, they're friends of the Isis priestess!"
Natasha cursed noticed next people from her own world. She try to catch thief who stoped and him inside black alley to introgate him.
Miriam was not thrilled by the idea of leaving their weapons behind, but antagonizing the guards seemed like it would make things worse. “Very well.” She sighed as she handed over her weapons and signaled her companions to do the same. None of them seemed particularly skilled with weapons anyway. Alright, time to meet this general, I guess... Though I am surprised the guards are so willing to just let us in. I wonder if they are always like this, or if there's a reason for it...
Gregoire wheezes, as Beatrice gets him into the small tunnel, the minotaur just out of reach, and trying to get in. "T-Thanks..."
The two work even harder, their tongues lavishing Mori's cock. It's hard to tell who the crowd's favorite is, all eyes are on both women.
The woman faces Natasha. "What are you doing? Throwing stones at people like that!" She scowls and whispers.
