Queen Anai's Treasure

Oh crap, got caught in the heat of the moment. Mori/Akrem groaned, as he recalled Atema was his mother. But, backing down now wasn't on his mind. So, he continued, "Join her, Mother." He grins, ordering the queen to kneel next to his slave as she services his cock. And while Atema pondered whether or not to obey, Mori/Akrem takes his time teasing the milf's clitoris.
"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.
 
“Is she on her own, or was anyone allowed to accompany her inside? Also, was she escorted by any of the general's guards?” Miriam asked a couple of questions to help her get a a better idea what she was dealing with here.
"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."
 
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Unfortunately for Beatrice, despite her looks and sexual endurance, her other physical attributes are nothing particularly special. She feels herself grabbed by the cowl as she darts past the beast, and is pulled roughly onto her back.

"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.
 
"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.

"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.
 
"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."
“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.
 
"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.
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..."
 
"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.
"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.
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"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..."
 
“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.
"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!"
 
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..."

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.
 
"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.
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"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..."

"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.
 
The man continues to violently stimulate her pussy and ass, before roughly forcing her to her knees. "Yeah, that's where you priestess bitches belong." He grins, before undoing his robes and revealing a decent sized cock. Before he gives her a chance to speak, he shoves his manhood into her mouth and down her throat, brutally fucking her face.
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.
 
Natasha getting realy angry for that moment, in run she grab some heavy obiect and throw it in the thief back, to stop him.
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.
“My name is Miriam! I am here to see the general!” Miriam replied as she looked around, taking note of any other guards nearby.
"If you enter, you enter unarmed, understand?" Strangely, the guards don't seem reluctant to let her in.
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 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!"
 
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.
 
"If you enter, you enter unarmed, understand?" Strangely, the guards don't seem reluctant to let her in.
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...
 
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.
Gregoire wheezes, as Beatrice gets him into the small tunnel, the minotaur just out of reach, and trying to get in. "T-Thanks..."
 
"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.
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.
 
Natasha cursed noticed next people from her own world. She try to catch thief who stoped and him inside black alley to introgate him.
Natasha cursed noticed next people from her own world. She try to catch thief who stoped and him inside black alley to introgate him.
The woman faces Natasha.
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"What are you doing? Throwing stones at people like that!" She scowls and whispers.
 
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