The man looks at her, clearly debating whether to just grab her and force her not to go, but eventually he sighs. "As you wish." Kelly's led by soldiers already aroused by her presence into a mansion, up a staircase and into a luxurious bed chamber, where a rough looking bearded man awaits her. At his feet, Max sprawls, his face a bruised and bloody mess.
"Hehe, I knew it. Don't worry, Mother. I'll impregnate you again. Then you can wait until he grows of age, where he'll use you, just like I'm doing. Mmh, then he'll impregnate you too. And you can start the cycle all over again." Mori/Akrem chuckled as he said such degenerate words. But as Atema got on the bed, he soon follows behind her. Unfortunately for her, Mori was in control of his son. So rather than penetrate her immediately, the smuggler wanted to hear such a proud, high ranking woman squirm. Hmm, too bad there are no toys here. Guess my fingers will do. He thought to himself, placing one hand on her ass, while the other trails his slender digits along her slit. From her clit, to her hole, Mori/Akrem made sure she'd feel his touch.
"A-Akram...Ooh... Don't say such things..." Despite her words, he feels her grow even wetter. "P-Please don't tease me, my love..." She wriggles against his cock, trying to get him to penetrate her.
"Max!" Kelly cried and rushed to his side before she cradled him into her. "It's all right. Everything's going to be okay." She spoke softly as she rocked him. Kelly placed gentle kisses along Max's skin that wasn't bruised before she turned her attention to the bearded man. Anger roiled through her over what had happened to her husband and it took every ounce of her strength not to try and hit the man. "Why have you done this to my husband!?"
“Oh, wow... this place is a lot bigger than I imagined...” Miriam admitted as she examined the city, amazed by the view. “Where should we begin?... Let's start with the bazaar, then the temple, and finally the palace. Unless any of you have a better idea or a suggestion...” She looked at her companions before turning back tot he ancient city.
"Now, now Mother. Patience is a virtue." Mori/Akrem hummed, Wait, has that saying been coined in this era? He thought to himself, before shrugging. "Beg for it, Mother. But I want you to beg as a slave. I want you to beg as the Queen Mother." He ordered, as both hands grab hold of her hips, keeping her from moving. As he gets in position behind her, his cockhead prodding her drenched hole.
"K-Kelly, no... Why are y-you here? Y-You could get hurt!" Max croaks, before the general slips a hand around her arm and roughly pulls her away. "Because I could. Because you have something that belongs to Lady Anai. An orb."
They shake their heads, befors heading down theough the streets. As they walk to the massive covered bazaar complex, Miriam starts to hear voices: Shouting and haggling, sexual moans, voices singing strange tunes, a cacophony, in the otherwise deserted market.
Interesting... it's almost as if there are invisible people here... or as if I am hearing things from the past. Not long ago I would have considered such a thing impossible, but now... Miriam said nothing, waiting to see if any of her companions will bring up the voices. As she kept walking, though, she tried listening, in case she heard anything of use to her.
"M-My pharaoh..." She coos. "Please use me... Make me a vessel for your frustrations and lusts... Please, m-master..." She rubs herself against him.
Natasha wasn't in position to help scholar but she feel sorry for him. Torture is terrible and she didn't wish it to worst enemy. Or maybe? She eardrooping to hear about what general asking questions.
"The hell is that?" Ben says, as they walk. Evidently, the whole group hears. From down a corridor, Miriam hears a loud voice cry out, surrounded by many haggling people: "-Beautiful and obedient, only thirty moons in age...1000 talents...1500 talents, do I hear 2000?" With a start, she realises that she's listening to an auction, and she quickly guesses what type of product is being sold.
As she does, Natasha hears the doors open, and someone enter the room. "Max!" Kelly cries out from below. "Why have you done this?" Natasha's master laughs and replies "Because I can. Because you have something that belongs to Lady Anai." Evidently, Kelly has come here to try and negotiate her husband's freedom.
Though he ordered her to beg, Moro/Akrem didn't wait for her to finish speaking. As he thrusts his hips forward, impaling the milf with his cock until he feels his tip ram against her cervix. "Feel that, Mother? I'm going to enter the place where I was made." He growled.
Natasha nod for that. It look like Kelly get everything under control and Natasha have no role here. She decided to go back to her new Master, to give raport.
Atema howls with pleasure at the rough fucking, nearing orgasm in moments. "T-That's not... Not possible!" She moans in disbelief at his claim.
"Indeed..." The son strokes his chin after she's reported in. "So there's a prisoner, and a woman demanding hid release?"
"But it is. I'll make it so." He grins, pulling his hips back, leaving only the tip inside of her. Before thrusting forward, his pelvis slapping against her cheeks, while his ballsack swings forward to hit her clitoris. As he hilts himself inside of her, ramming his cockhead against her cervix. Mori/Akrem repeats his movements, until he feels the wall guarding her womb slowly give in.
Natasha decided it wouldn't be wise to tell him about their conection with her. "Yes. I think it would be usefull for you to play as 'good cop'. Your father already take role of bad cop so if you act like someone who could protect his prisoner you could gain his trust and earn value information." She suggest staying on her knees and pressing her bare breast with hands behind back.
