Even as Gregoire celebrates his victory, he knows that something's horribly wrong. As Emel collapses from the massive amount of pleasure, the glow from the statues grows brighter, and the crusader feels his body begin to tingle and shift.
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After few hours have passed, Gregoire was sitting comfortably on the stone altar, enjoying his victory, as Emel was sitting on his lap with his cock still buried in her ass... and moving her tired abused body up and down. Her breasts bounced hypnotically, sweat covered her body as her hair stuck to her skin. She tried to wiggle to scratch those itches she had.
"Yhm~" She moaned as the dick scratched the itching point in her pussy. Her breasts and ass were also itching to be groped, touched, spanked... Her pussy was the worst. She came and came, but it continued itching... and the heathen invader did not even touch it since he rammed his fingers into her. The chain binding her body made it impossible for her to pleasure herself.
"Ugh!" Her eyes widened as she felt an orgasm comming. Her body arched an animalistic scream escaped her throat and sex juices squirted from her pussy.
Slap!
Hand slapped her ass, which made her moan with pleasure as the itching place was hit.
"Don't stop moving!" The man barked, making her moaned with frustration as she felt her pussy continue itching. She needed something to scratch her, or she would go insane!
She could not take it anymore!
"Please... my pussy~" She said defeated. This was what the man wanted, it was her defeat... but she did not care. The only thing on her mind was the itching between her legs.
The crusader chuckled as he grabbed the woman by the hair and pushed her on her knees.
"You want it your snatch? You have to work for it." He said dangling his dick in front of her face.
Without hesitation, Emel took the meat-sword that was moments earlier fucking her ass, into her mouth. She took the dick deep into her throat, choking as she started blowing him.
Gregoire chuckled at the slut's eagerness. She was really desperate for his dick.
"Gh!" Gregoire winced as she felt something happening with his body. He looked at the statue and cursed. Has it cast it's curse on him? He clenched his fist in frustration, pulling Emel by the hair, impaling her even more onto his dick.
"Huhuhu..." He looked around as he heard a chuckle... coming from everywhere.
"Who is it?" He murmured, but before he could do anything, his mind blanked for a moment, and he was somewhere else. Then, as if he came to the surface from underwater, he opened his eyes wide and started breathing heavily. "Anaiii..." He moaned out.
The ancient queen... enjoyed his performance. She gave him knowledge of how to move forward! He understood the curse now! The curse could only target one person at a time - All he had to do was to redirect the curse from himself.
He could take the ankh!
He even was given some time to play more with the heathen bitch.
He looked around, his eyes looking into a magical dimension of the vault. He could see numerous magical traps... and souls trapped inside them, bound to various devices, tormented by them and the magical constructs... or were they creatures from hellish realms?
He could see tentacles tormenting a number of female souls, penetrating each orifice... a man being sucked dry by succubi like creatures... a woman impaled on the pole which continued moving penetrating her pussy... a group of minotaurs enjoying some female souls... an executioner spirit who whipped a female soul making her cum with each strike... and many more...
A smirk formed on his lips... he had a way forward. He only needed 'someone' to throw at one of the traps.
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