0 comments/ 27467 views/ 4 favorites The Course of the Pharaoh Ch. 01 By: Averlin The heat was sweltering, and Akriel let out a heavy breath. She wondered if she was going to keel over. Shading her eyes, she squinted up into the sun and tried to peel her shirt away from her chest. The cotton wasn't being very cooperative. It seemed to think that being so soaked with sweat that it was now almost transparent meant that it should cling to her for dear life so perhaps it would be mistaken for skin and not sweated on any more. Blinking wearily, she tried to remember how long they'd been out here. Then, glancing back to make sure the latest tidbits were safe with the rest, she brushed some damp strands of long, black hair back over her shoulder and made her way back down the long hallway under the earth and into the tomb she'd been helping excavate. "At least," she thought as she wandered past the hieroglyphs, "if I do keel over, I'm in the right place for it." She never saw the dark eyes watching her from under heavy brows as she vanished below the ground. Ferris Lapointe licked his lips as the young woman disappeared again, but it wasn't the swell of those tight buttocks straining her khaki shorts he was thinking about. He cursed under his breath. "Damn them. Damn them!" He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his wet, blond hair. This should have been his dig! He just knew there was something important in this one. He was sure of it. And they stole it right out from under him. Stalking angrily over to the table, he browsed through some of the pieces they'd brought up already. They weren't spectacular, but they weren't too shabby either, and they were just the first, the tip of the iceberg. Glaring towards the tunnel, Ferris wedged his hat back on his head. Well, he'd show them. He knew that they'd hit some sort of impasse and that most of the students working the site were in town, some 30km away; only the professor and Akriel were in there. And professor Stanley wasn't really too bright. He relied on his attractive student. Hand straying to the waist of his pants, fingering the butt of his gun, an evil smile crept over his face. Well, he'd have the glory one way or another... and perhaps the girl as well. Peering through the gloom, the brunette stumbled along, idly staring at the carvings and ancient paintings lining the walls. With only every third or fourth light on it was almost creepy. She could hear the professor up ahead, the faint sounds of him still trying to figure out the bizarre puzzle that would open the door to the (suspected) great chamber beyond. Suddenly she felt a sharp stab of pain in her foot. With a gasp, Akriel hobbled to a stop. Wincing, she pulled her shoe off and dumped several angular pebbles out of it. Sometimes she regretted her interest in this stuff. Pulling off her other shoe while she was at it, her eyes caught the pictures on the wall and the stone floor beneath her bare feet was momentarily forgotten. "How could anyone draw in this light?" she wondered, eyes narrowing in puzzlement as a set of characters held her attention. "In this light that looks almost obscene," she mumbled, peering closer. "Is she...?" Brushing her hair back over her shoulder, Akriel was almost sure that a priestess was making it with... a bodyguard standing up. Finding that the artists, like artists everywhere seemed to have a sense of humour and had hidden pieces that turned a scene of every day humdrum into a page from the Kama Sutra was odd enough, but, why was she doing it with a guard and not the pharaoh? A spiked circle was drawn around the guard and in the semi-gloom the priestess looked like she had her legs wrapped around his waist and was hanging off him, clinging to his shoulders with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her thoughts drifted to the two bodyguards that stood facing each other in the main room; stone guardians in eternal watch. But, that didn't make any sense, unless... . She ran, not walked, to the main room, cursing herself for forgetting her shoes as she found some stray bits of rock. As she burst breathlessly into the chamber her eyes instantly fell on the professor. He was sitting on the floor, slumped in the corner. Throat tightening, she cautiously approached him, all kinds of fears leaping to mind. You couldn't put her relief into words as she got close enough to see his chest slowly rise and fall and heard his light snoring. Crouching beside him to make sure he was all right, the cute brunette smiled; he'd probably just worked himself to exhaustion. Eyes drifting up to one of the room's silent sentinels, she was glad this meant he wouldn't see her about to make a fool of herself. Swallowing hard, she stood and crossed the room, eyes fixed on the guard as though he would spring to life and do something terrible to her just for looking at him. He was tall and powerful, features stern and forbidding. All they'd given him for clothing was a kilt, sandals, and a pair of bracers. They hadn't even given him a weapon, not that he looked like he really needed one. Licking her lips nervously, Akriel felt this must surely be one of the most idiotic things she'd considered doing recently. But, she had to try it; the professor sure wasn't getting anywhere fast. Glancing anxiously up at the guardian's face, she stepped up onto the pedestal with him and slipped her hands over his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, the student hopped up onto the unresisting statue, wrapping her legs around his waist. She let out a surprised shriek and almost lost her grip to tumble onto her ass on the hard stone floor as the whole thing shifted slightly. Hanging on as tight as she could, she peeked down towards the floor. She couldn't see anything out of place. Swallowing her heart, she bounced firmly down against the statue, driving her crotch against the unyielding stone. Nothing happened. Giving it another fierce hump, her eyes flew wide. She was sure she felt something that time! The statue had shifted slightly beneath her. Looking down at the floor, she saw some dust gather in a ring around the base of the pedestal. "Yessss!" she hissed. Mind racing, Akriel started vigorously bouncing up and down on the statue, thrusting herself against it like she hadn't seen a man in months. Panting, she soon found herself beginning to tire, but every other bounce drove the pedestal that much lower into the floor. Sweat dripping from her forehead, the young archaeologist leaned back, hanging at arm's length from the stone guard. She stared at the ceiling and felt she knew exactly why the priestess was drawn in this position: because she thought she might die before ever getting this thing to budge more than an inch. She wondered whether she'd have enough energy to actually see what the whole point of this was, and her movements slowed to grinding her hips against the stone. To her surprise, it dawned on her that this was working a hell of a lot better than bouncing had been. She didn't know why, but every wriggle of her hips eased the statue that much further into the floor, where trying to force it had barely helped at all. Fired with new resolve, she hoped her arms held out. Black hair swaying with her movements, Akriel squirmed against the rock. Her breath drove through her deep and slow, and despite herself she soon became aware of her pussy rubbing against the sentinel's stone kilt. A warmth spread through her that took her mind off her arms, and she started to see some fun in her experiment. As the dampness spread through her shorts and moistened the stone she forgot about everything except her need. She hadn't realized how horny she'd been until the sound of her own whimpers penetrated her ears. The coolness of the tomb was glaring as it touched the building heat of her body, the bulge beneath that kilt as she ground herself against it was so delicious, the strong hands gripping her ass amazing. Strong hands!? Her eyes sprang open and she screamed, throwing herself backwards onto the floor. She wound up doing a somersault and landing face down on her belly. Pulse racing, she groaned and slowly looked up strong legs, over a blue and gold kilt, across a rippling belly and the heavy pads of a tough chest, into deep, dark eyes. He grinned at her. Akriel could only stammer incoherently. "Stand up girl," he commanded. His voice was as smooth and deep as a river. She didn't know why but she obeyed, too dumbstruck not to. "Who are you?" she finally managed, fidgeting as his eyes roamed freely over her. "How...?" She became very aware of the fact her nipples could clearly be seen through the sweat-soaked shirt, and of how stiff they were. The warmth in her chest and what she'd just been doing to him played on her mind even as it struggled to come to terms with all this. He gestured with his finger for her to turn around. Filled with disbelief, she hesitated. He stepped down from the pedestal, now sunk almost to the level of the floor. With a nervous squeak, Akriel quickly turned a circle. Looking at him expectantly, she huffed as he gestured once again. "Slowly," he ordered. Once again she did as instructed. This time the sentinel grinned an unmistakable grin. "Very nice," he commented, though she saw no point in acknowledging the compliment. "I am the guardian of the pharaoh's remaining earthly possessions here, and of his holdings elsewhere. It's as well you summoned me rather than attempting to steal from the pharaoh; I'd have had to destroy you." She shrank slightly as he reached towards her, but held her ground. "To destroy beauty such as yours would be to destroy art," he said, taking hold of the front of her shirt between thumb and forefinger. It was a bit cheesy, but he actually sounded sincere. His other hand came up and he brushed her nipple with a fingertip. A hot shudder ran through her. Releasing her shirt, his arm slipped around her waist and abruptly pulled her to him. Her body held tight against his, she found herself staring at the swell of his chest... the tan, dusky tone of it, the smoothness of the skin stretched taut over firm muscle, the soft dark nipple. It captured her fingertips as they glided across his flesh. The slightly musky, masculine scent of him teased her. Reaching up, he took hold of her shirt and with a sudden yank held it at arm's length and dropped it on the floor. He didn't tear it, didn't pull it off her, just gave a tug and it was in his hand. With a startled gasp, Akriel's eyes flew from the shirt to herself and found her naked breasts crushed against his belly, her hard nipples digging into his skin. Looking up into his face, she found his eyes searching hers. "Don't tell me you don't want me," he said; she knew she couldn't without lying. Fear and pride held her back, uncertain and wary. And then he kissed her. It wasn't rough or forced, it was warm, lingering, deep. The desire not just for sex, but for her poured from him into her through his kiss; passion and need, demanding but not taking. As their lips parted he released her and she stepped back, breath heavy in her chest and thoughts spinning. After only a moment's hesitation Akriel undid her shorts and started to work them down her hips. His face broke into an enormous smile and he tore his kilt off, flinging it across the room. As she stood, her eyes drifted to what was in store for her, and found it somewhat darker than the rest of him, like his nipples, thick-veined, stiff and waiting for her. Licking her lips, Akriel was just about to sink to her knees in front of him and see if he tasted as good as he looked when he stepped forward and slipped his hands under her arms. Pulling her to him, he kissed her again. His strong hands caressed her back, squeezed her ass, massaged her thighs. Their kiss broke just as his fingers explored the damp crevice of her buns. Pulse burning, she licked his chest, running her hands up his sides and over his muscular shoulders. She couldn't help but squirm against his hard body, so conscious of the thick dick that was trapped between them and rubbing against her belly. Suddenly he cupped the cheeks of her ass and scooped her upwards. Her legs instinctively twined around his waist and she clung tight to him as he lowered her down on his waiting cock. The stiffness filling her was so welcome, and she hissed in pleasure. "You are as much a delight inside as out," he managed to gasp as his tough arms began to ease her body up and down against his. Akriel could hear the need in his voice, the distant tone, and knew he wouldn't possibly last long he wanted her so badly. She focused on the feeling of him inside her, the energy pouring from him, and the tightness building in her belly. His chest pounded and his heart sounded like a hammer. Suddenly he froze and his arms and legs shook as his lust overtook him. Akriel grinned broadly as she watched the reactions crossing his face. Breath catching in his throat, the guard shuddered as the last of his cum pulsed up inside her. Then, after several long seconds, his eyes focused on her again as he came back to earth and he set her down. As soon as her feet touched the floor, the diminutive brunette sank to her knees. She took one look at the wet, shiny cock, then closed her mouth over it. Sucking hard on him, she heard the powerful panting of his exertion ease to a slow, steady heaviness. Letting him slip from her lips, she wrapped her hand around it. Peeling back the thick hood and exposing it's soft, flared head, Akriel fluttered her tongue over it and lightly raked it with her teeth. As he softened in her hand, her tongue explored around and over his lightly-fuzzed balls. She toyed with them, pulled at them with her lips, massaged them, then returned her attention to his damp cock. Back into her mouth it went, and her cheeks pulled at it's silky skin. As her head slid back and forth along it's sturdy length, it wasn't long before she'd brought it back to life. Pausing to admire the reaction she'd caused in him, she smiled to see the sentinel's 'spear' once again firm, eager and ready for battle. She brushed her hair back over her shoulder and beamed up at her new lover. "You are heavenly," he said, caressing her cheek. "I wish I could bring you back with me." Akriel giggled as she thought to herself 'It's true, a good blow job rules the heavens'. Biting her lower lip, she obeyed much more enthusiastically this time as he gestured for her to turn around. Dropping to his knees behind her, the bodyguard lowered the head of his cock to her waiting pussy. She cooed as it parted the sticky lips and thrust herself back onto him even as he pressed towards her. Taking hold of her hips, he drove himself in and out of her in long, deep strokes. The young archaeologist let her moans spill out across the chamber. The lust swelled inside her almost instantly. Her long, swaying hair tickled her breasts as they bounced beneath her with each jab of his hips. Panting, eyes closed, she no longer noticed the slap of his hips against her pert backside or the moist sounds of his hard cock pumping in and out of her clutching body. And then she crested right over the edge and into a delicious orgasm that left her toes curling and body quivering. But he wasn't done with her yet. Before she'd had a chance to come down, he began to shift positions. Lying on his back, propped up on his elbows, he wiggled a finger at her in invitation. He didn't need to ask twice. Smiling broadly, Akriel spun about and stalked over to him. Squatting above him, she lowered herself down onto him as he lay back and watched. She purred friskily at the sensation as his cock slid back up inside her hot flesh. And finally, settling herself fully, she sat on his hips and grinned down at him. His hands caressed her thighs, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his thick chest. Running her tongue over her lower lip, she began to bounce enthusiastically on her supernatural lover. Sliding in and out of her, his cock sent hot jabs of pleasure through her as she impaled her lusty pussy on it again and again exactly as fast and deep as she wanted. Broad hands gripped the cheeks of her ass as she wriggled, effortlessly helping her... Lying atop her new lover, chin in her palm and using his chest as an elbow rest, Akriel smiled down at him and toyed with his hair. "I don't know how you appeared, or really what's going on, but it's sure been amazing," she admitted a bit dreamily. "But, I have to know... what if I'd been a man?" she asked curiously, brain slowly prodding her into remembering they weren't alone. The professor let out a loud grunt on cue, then went back to snoring. She tried not to look at him and draw the sentinel's attention to him. "I've been imprisoned for over five hundred years since the last time," he replied. "I wouldn't have cared what you were as long as you were warm and on two legs." Now there was a comforting thought. "But," he added, looking into her eyes and squeezing one soft cheek of her ass, "I'm very glad it was you." Reaching up towards her, he pressed his lips to hers and ran his hands over her damp, contented body. "Perhaps next time we should invite my companion," he suggested with a wicked grin. Akriel's eyes widened, and she quickly looked over at the other statue as though he'd leap off the pedestal at the mere mention of him; she'd forgotten all about him. She gulped at the thought, titillated, intrigued and more than a little uncertain of that suggestion. Watching her reaction, and seeing her open her mouth unsure what to say the royal bodyguard burst into deep, hearty laughter. "But for now, I'll show the two of you to the Course of the Pharaoh. It is an exit to this place, one which will lead you safely to the banks of the river eventually. If you are very nice the next time we meet, I may explain to you the purpose of the maps and stories the pharaoh left for future visitors on the walls of his private path." Thrilling at the thought of such an archaeological windfall, handed down right from one of the people involved no less, the brunette's face almost glowed. Dressing at last, the two eventually roused the professor. Though it took considerable explanation, the two of them managed to get him beyond stunned at meeting the guard enough to usher him into the Course of the Pharaoh. "What will you do now?" Akriel asked as the guard saw them off and made sure they didn't turn back. "Oh, I have several hours of time left on this plane before I must return," he replied. "I'll just spend them here, thinking of you... and planning what to do to you when we meet again." He grinned at this, and the look in his eyes sent warm shivers through her. "You can be sure I will be giving it much thought," he assured her. And with that, he turned and vanished back to the main chamber, sealing the secret door leading to this place behind him again, and leaving the two archaeologists nothing to do but go onwards. Having finally tucked the last of the dig goods away in the padded suitcases he'd brought for this very reason, Ferris turned his attention back to the tomb. All this time and not one sound from down below, and not one more thing brought up. They must be onto something big. Or perhaps, they've just stopped for lunch, or got caught up. Whatever the case, they were surely pre-occupied. This would be the perfect time. Pulling his pistol free of his belt, he stalked to the entrance of the tunnel. 'No one cheats Ferris Lapointe and gets away with it', he thought determinedly as he vanished into the gloom. He deserved this, and damned if he wasn't going to get what was coming to him. The Course of the Pharaoh Ch. 02 The Course of the Pharaoh: Let’s Take a Trip Still stunned by the events that had just occurred in the room behind her, Akriel stumbled down the hall a few steps, then drifted to a stop. They were in total darkness. She could tell the professor was lost in a similar state of astonishment: she could hear the faint noises he made to himself when he was far off in thought. What had happened was almost unbelievable. On an archaeological dig, trying to discover how to get through a door into what was likely a treasure room of some kind beneath a small pyramid, while the professor slept from exhaustion, Akriel had had a sudden flash of inspiration that had made one of the statues guarding the chamber actually come to life, turning into a real, flesh and blood man . . . a very physical and healthy man. The sex had been amazing. And now here they stood on the other side of that chamber door, admitted by the guard and still trying to grasp the reality that all that had actually happened. “Just a moment, just a moment,” the professor muttered, “I have a light here somewhere.” Akriel could hear the sound of his fumbling, a few more quiet mutterings to himself, and then the area was filled with the soft, greenish light of a glow-stick. The professor still looked to be a bit stunned, smacking his lips and wrinkling his brow in thought. “Professor?” Akriel asked, concerned the shock of all this may have been too much for the old fellow. “What?” he said, broken from his musings “Oh, my . . . my, my, my . . . no one will ever believe this,” he said, looking at her through the gloom. “I’m not sure I believe this.” “I do,” Akriel murmured, blushing and bringing a hand to her chest. Her finger idly stroked her stiffening nipple, thoughts drawn back to her encounter with the pharaoh’s bodyguard. Professor Stanley cleared his throat after a moment, not sure what exactly had gone on between his student and the otherworldly sentry, but he had a strong suspicion. “Yes, well . . . you’ll have to tell me everything that went on,” he told her “. . . later,” he added, seeing her swallow hard and her eyes widen. “Now, let’s see if we can determine just where exactly we are,” he said, getting back to more immediate concerns. As he shone the torch about, it became clear that they were in a hallway. It sloped gradually down into even deeper darkness without any sign of where it might lead them. But, the walls were covered with pictures and hieroglyphs as promised. They portrayed maps of jungles and rivers, people journeying, and a city of gold and riches populated by strange beings. It looked like some fantastical fairy tale commemorated for all time. It almost looked like it could be the pharaoh’s journey to the afterlife. The whole story stretched down the length of the hall and the two unlikely adventurers made their way along it as they read. Every few feet they would pause as Professor Stanley ran a hand through his unruly white mane and peered at the drawings with a “Hmm . . . hmm . . . yes, I see . . .” before moving on. Suddenly finding a sharp-edged stone, Akriel once again wished for her shoes, forgotten back in the tomb. Her piercing little shriek made Professor Stanley jump as though he’d stepped on the stone himself and the glow-stick fell to the floor. “Oh, dear lord,” he muttered, pressing his back to the wall and holding his chest while trying to catch his breath. “You sounded like you’d been shot, or the very hosts of the after-world had come for you,” he gasped. “Sorry,” she mumbled sheepishly. She bent to pick up the light, but the teacher did likewise at that very same moment. They narrowly avoided banging heads, but as Professor Stanley stood he raised the back of his head right into Akriel’s breasts in a soft, bouncy collision. As she quickly straightened he found himself staring momentarily nose to nipple with her and gave a pleasantly surprised exclamation, dropping the light again. “Oh, pardon me,” he mumbled, staring for a moment at the object of his collision. The green glow highlighted the smooth, round curves of her chest, and the two large, hard nipples which stuck out to stare back at him. “Ah . . .” Akriel said, holding up a hand, and retrieved the light herself this time. As the professor reached to take the stick back from her, his fingers lingered a moment longer than they needed to, caressing the back of her hand. Surprised, Akriel smiled back at him anyway. He was a sweet, harmless old man whose thoughts were often somewhere other than where he was standing. To find him suddenly interested in her was shocking, but she found it flattering. “Professor, the light,” she reminded him, bringing him back to the here and now. “Hmm? Oh, oh yes,” he mumbled, retrieving the glow-stick. Momentarily befuddled, the ageing teacher went back to his task of puzzling out the paintings. As they got further down the hall, Akriel noticed that the air was getting slightly damp, as though they were near water. She was just wondering how that could be, when the professor spoke up. “Oh my, Akriel dear, you must see this,” he said, reaching for her. Blindly fumbling as he kept staring at the wall, his hand found itself closing over the soft globe of Akriel’s left breast. He squeezed tentatively a couple of times. “Um, professor?” she asked, though not drawing away. “Oh! Oh dear,” he said, looking back. “I’m terribly sorry,” he quickly apologised, though he didn’t remove his hand right away. Eventually, the hallway just ended. Just as the pharaoh’s bodyguard had said, where it ended there was a river. It was the same muddy colour as the rest in the country, and the hallway just went right down into it. By the water’s edge was an elaborate little boat. Much of it was coloured gold, and it had a high prow with a figurehead, with a matching figure at the rear. There was a canopy to keep the primary rider out of the sun. It was only meant for three or four people, she guessed. Akriel would have expected to find animals here using the hallway as a den, or at least birds, but there was nothing except the boat. She glanced at the professor, but he didn’t seem to be concerned at all. He wandered straight over to the boat and inspected it with numerous “Hmm’s” and “My, my’s” as he made his way around it. After a couple of minutes, he edged the boat down into the water, though he seemed to be having such difficulty that Akriel quickly gave him a hand. He looked it over again, then to her surprise just climbed right in. Settling himself, he fished about for a moment, working out how the craft was moved and steered, then looked up at his pupil. “Are you coming, my dear?” he asked. Not sure this was such a good idea, she climbed into the small boat after him and the two of them pushed off and began their journey up the river. The water was slow, but powerful, helping guide the boat ever onwards, though they had absolutely no idea to where. The river slowly curved and bent like a lazy snake, travelling through tall grasses on steep banks. Here and there a tree. It was as though they’d come to an alien land all of a sudden. But soon it became clear that the grass was getting shorter and scrubbier, they’d left the trees behind, and the water was moving a little more quickly. Before they knew it they were out in the middle of the country’s major waterway. “Perhaps we’ve missed something,” suggested the Professor. Akriel wasn’t listening, though. Her eyes were caught by the numerous crocodiles lounging in plain view on the bank just a little ways further on. “Um, Professor?” she stammered, “maybe we could go back?” Ultimately, the Professor led them back overland to the pyramid, where they found out that all the goods they’d brought up from below had been packed for them. So they loaded them into the jeep and drove back to town with the determination to return and investigate the tomb more fully. Night found them sitting in the professor’s hotel room, half-stupefied, trying to make sense of what had happened. The professor sat in a small chair at the end of his bed, his student by the room’s table. As soon as they’d got in, Professor Stanley arranged for a small meal and a stiff drink. Akriel rarely touched the stuff, but the professor assured her that it would be good for her after that ordeal. Afterward, they stared into space thoughtfully for several long moments, until the professor broke the silence by asking her to tell him at last exactly what had happened. “Everything?” she squeaked, swallowing hard as a blush tinged her cheeks. “Oh my, yes, even the smallest detail may be important, you must know that.” Warmth flooding her chest, the junior archaeologist launched into her tale. “Well . . .” she started, mind drifting back, “I was coming back down the passageway when I stopped to get a stone out of my shoe, and while I was standing there I happened to notice something about the drawings in front of me. There was a pharaoh surrounded by light as though being seen through a tunnel or door, and on either side of him was a priestess having sex with a large bodyguard. It made me think of the doorway and the statues of the guards in the main room . . .” She followed her story from finding the professor sound asleep in the great chamber, to humping the statue of a guard in imitation of the painting, to his amazing return to life, to the passionate sex that followed the guard’s coming to life and finding a young woman in his arms, to waking the professor and being ushered into the pharaoh’s hallway. By the time she’d finished, she realised that she was rubbing herself intently though her shorts and squirming in her seat. Her other hand was stroking her neck. With a squeak, she straightened up and gave the professor an embarrassed look. Her teacher didn’t look any more comfortable than she. Akriel could see that despite his age and seeming lack of interest in anything like that, there was a considerable bulge to the front of his pants, and he was shifting uneasily in his own chair. She realised the perhaps unnecessary amount of detail she’d gone into when recalling the feel of the sentinel’s cock as it thrust inside her in the dim glow of the lamps down in tomb and she blushed. Brushing her long, dark hair back past her shoulder, she tried to think of something else, but found her thoughts still on the guard, and her eyes drawn back to the curious sight of the professor with a hard-on. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “My, my,” he said when at last she’d finished. “My, my, my, my, my . . . a most fabulous tale indeed.” His eyes had that glazed look of thoughtfulness she’d come to associate with the old man, but they turned toward her and ran over her body as though seeing in his mind’s eye everything that she’d just described. Akriel’s blush deepened and she squirmed in her seat. She tried to discreetly rub her thighs together. As she found her hand had strayed between her legs and started rubbing at herself to relieve some of the tension, all of its own accord, she straightened up and stretched, not noticing how her action strained her stiff nipples against the thin, white fabric of her shirt, their rosiness clearly hinting through and drawing the professor’s gaze. She swallowed hard and stared at the door to the room, wishing the tomb guard would come through it and carry her off back to her room for a very long night of passionate exercise. “I think that we should plan an expedition,” the professor said at last, just as she was considering slipping off to her own room and masturbating until she fell asleep. “Just the two of us. I don’t think we should tell anyone else just yet, hmm, hmm.” This suited Akriel well enough, though she wondered who was going to carry all their gear. She knew that most of the other students were just in the course for credit; the foreign culture they were most interested in studying was that found in the markets and taverns of the nearby town. Of those who’d come along from some serious interest, several were changing their minds already after a few days of tedium just brushing sand off things and staring at ancient scribbles. Only a couple seemed to realise the importance of what they’d found and were excited about it. “Hmm, yes, well, perhaps time for bed,” the professor said, starting to get up. He quickly sat back down again as the front of his shorts shifted noticeably. Finding herself staring, Akriel wasn’t sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. Caught by curiosity, she got to her feet and stepped towards him. Pulling her gaze away, she looked into his eyes and saw a need he obviously didn’t dare voice. The student sank to her knees in front of him and felt his cock through his shorts. Her eyes weren’t wrong. “Can I?” she asked, chewing her lower lip. “Oh, my dear girl,” he croaked, “for heaven’s sake, please do.” The way he said it brought a laugh to both of them, breaking the tension, and she smiled at him, determined to do what she would never have considered doing only an hour before. Working his belt open, she fumbled his shorts undone, then reached in through his boxers and tugged free what turned out to be the largest, thickest cock she had ever seen in her life. The professor was hung like a horse! She wondered what he must have been like in youth, able to get this thing up all the time. He couldn’t have had a wife, she considered, or surely he’d never have got any work done. “Good lord, professor, it’s no wonder you keep this a secret from the students,” she said, looking up at him with a huge grin. The old man actually coloured slightly, but smiled broadly. Quickly jerking his shorts and underwear off, Akriel closed her hand over the large cock again. She slid her fist up and down it’s length a few times in wonderment. Her fingertips didn’t quite touch. She admitted she had small hands, but, he was quite impressive. Licking her lips again, she closed her mouth over the head of his cock. The teacher let out a hot breath and firmly gripped the arms of his chair. Akriel fumbled her shorts open as her lips slipped back and forth along his length. Her hand forced its way in, searching out her needy pussy. When her fingers found it, they rubbed it vigorously, trying to bring herself some relief. Tongue curling around him, the little brunette sucked hard. Her hand squeezed and pulled at him. “Oh, my goodness,” the professor mumbled, his breath deep. Running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, Akriel massaged his balls and looked up at him. She’d love to feel what his cock would be like if she were to suck him to completion, but she suspected that if she did it might take him a long time to recover for another performance, and her excitement and busy fingers had brought her so close to her own orgasm. Getting to her feet, Akriel kicked her shorts off and peeled her shirt up and over her head. The teacher’s eyes roamed up her firm, young body, over the trim fuzz she’d left above her pussy, across the flat belly, and up to linger on her breasts with their big, stiff nipples standing in their rosy little discs. Akriel looked down at the professor’s thick cock and considered whether or not she dared. It wasn’t so long it was a monster that would make you run in terror and hide under the bed, but, it was long and not only long but very fat. She glanced up at the professor, who offered no prompting. His eyes were hopeful and curious, but he left it to her to decide. She looked down again at her prize. It was all thick veins and muscle. It shifted slightly. She knew she had to try. Turning around, she stuck out her tush, wiggling it at him. “Oh, goodness,” he said, his hands automatically drifting up to fondle the tight, smooth flesh. She smiled, feeling his fingers on her skin, then reached down to take hold of him and with little circles of her hips worked the head of the professor’s cock into her. She bit her lower lip in delight as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Waves of pleasure rushed through her belly as it filled her. Grasping the professor’s thighs, the petite brunette bounced up and down on him, gasping as his huge cock slid in and out of her body. Heat raced through her as her pussy slid up and down its length. She paused as she came, shudders spilling through her to her toes. And then she kept on. She’d never felt so full; it was wonderful. Her teacher’s hands roamed, now squeezing her breasts, now holding her hips and helping guide her energetic squirms. She moaned her pleasure openly and chased her next orgasm. Inevitably, she soon felt the professor’s hips shake beneath her as his big cock released up into her, bringing their play to an end for now. She snuggled back against his chest and Professor Stanley put his arms around her while they caught their breath. Akriel smiled when after a few moments the professor began to mumble little words and comments of astonishment and pleasure, complimenting and thanking her; he even kissed her neck. “Professor?” she said, drawing him from his happy ramblings. “Hmm?” he asked. “I think . . . I’m going to have to try to awaken the guardian again,” she ventured. “Hmm?” he prompted. “Well, he said I’d have to ask him to show me the Course of the Pharaoh and it looks like it’s too complicated for me not to. It might take years to decipher otherwise. We might not decipher it at all without help.” “Hmm,” he replied. “Are you sure you, hmm, want to do this?” he asked, casting a wary glance at the statue. “I have to professor, it’s the only way we’ll find out what the writings mean,” she said, letting her fingertips caress the hard chest. Then she noticed the concern in the professor’s voice and his look. She smiled and touched his arm affectionately. “Trust me, sir, I’ll be just fine. “Remember what happened last time,” she added, looking at the stone man with a lusty smile. “Hmm, hmm, indeed,” he replied. “I never knew archaeology could be so much fun,” she mumbled to herself. “Ahem, yes, well,” the teacher said, making her realise he’d overheard. Despite herself, she blushed. “Um, perhaps you’d best wait out in the hall, sir,” she suggested. The professor hovered in indecision, his eyes glancing back and forth between the stone guardian and his student. He felt protective of her. Even if she weren’t his student, she was a young woman, and besides that they had been intimate only a few hours before. In addition, regardless of what she and this bodyguard did together, he would dearly love to actually see a statue turn into a real live person. “The guard told me that he’s not, um, partial,” she added meaningfully when he didn’t immediately offer to take her advice. Slowly, a light dawned behind the old man’s foggy eyes and it was his turn to blush. He cleared his throat and stammered a bit. “Ahem, err, yes, well . . . ahem . . . someone should really stand guard,” he volunteered. “I’ll just, um, ensure our, um, privacy.” “Good idea, sir,” Akriel said, fighting to stifle her giggles. When the professor had wandered off, a little more quickly than normal, the diminutive student turned her attention back to the sculpture. They had brought more lights down into the chamber this time and she was able to get a better look at him than last time. As before, she saw a large, muscular man standing on a pedestal. He had a stern gaze, fixed straight ahead, standing on guard. He wore a striped kilt of the fashion in the old days, a pair of bracers to protect his forearms, and sandals. Like his counterpart guarding the other side of the door, he was unarmed and didn’t look like he needed a weapon. Climbing onto the statue, the young student began gyrating her hips against the stone man, hoping as last time that the magic would work and it wasn’t all just a dream or a one-time affair. She found her pussy growing damp, thinking of the incredible sex she’d had with the guardian last time, but once again, she found that it took what seemed an incredibly long time to get the statue to budge. Every rocking movement of her hips wiggled the statue that much further into the floor and she knew it must actually be sinking fairly quickly, but her arms were getting tired holding her entire weight against the man of stone. Head tilting back, Akriel closed her eyes and thought of his cock filling her, the slightly tangy taste of his chest as he got sweaty, the smooth brown of his nipples and the firmness of his body. She felt herself building to an orgasm already, and then she was suddenly aware that strong fingers were holding her hips, digging into the soft flesh of her ass. The crotch she was grinding herself against wasn’t stone anymore, but was still hard. The guard let out a low, quiet moan. The Course of the Pharaoh Ch. 02 Eyes flying open, Akriel found herself looking into the lusty grin of a very live man. Placing a hand between her shoulder blades, he drew her to him, pressing his lips to hers in a long, hot kiss. “I knew you would be back,” he said as their mouths parted. “I have been counting the hours.” Still holding her hips with one hand, he took hold of her shirt with the other. Once again, he gave a yank and somehow the shirt was in his hand, baring her chest to him. Looking down, she gulped, seeing how hard and big her nipples were, and the flush of desire that coloured her. She hugged him, crushing her breasts against the large, smooth muscles of his chest. “I wish I could take you back with me,” he said. “I wish you could stay here,” she replied. They both knew it wasn’t possible for either desire to come true. He set her on her feet and she looked up at him. He reached up and took her face in his hands, leaning down to her and kissing her deeply. Heat flooded her chest, and Akriel fumbled with his kilt. She found it tied too securely, and he laughed lustily at her eagerness, his eyes telling her his blood burned just as hotly as hers. Casting aside the strip of cloth, he watched her eyes as his body was fully revealed to her again and smiled to see the hunger in her. Reaching out to her, he took hold of the front of her shorts and popped the top button open. Akriel bit her lower lip and grinned. As he released her, she stepped back and worked the zipper down. Shooting a glance at his eyes, she worked the shorts down, following their progress as they passed her wiggling hips, revealing her small tuft of dark hair, and down over her firm thighs to pool at her ankles. Kicking them aside, she smiled at him and struck a pose, a hand on either side in invitation, her eyes saying ‘Well?’. The guard gave a hearty bark of delighted laughter and pulled her into his arms. Their naked skin caressed each other and the bodyguard’s large, thick hands roamed over her, making her squirm beneath his palms. She stuck out her tongue and licked his nipple, tasting the soft, dark skin set in that hard, unyielding chest. His fingers curved under the cheeks of her ass, and she sensed he was about to lift her up and on to him, like he did last time. Before he could, she wriggled from his grasp. “Uh-uh,” she said, slowly sinking down, running her tongue over his belly, dipping it into his navel, and at last dropping to her knees. She looked up at him with a kittenish grin. He smiled and she turned her attention back to his cock. She stroked it, feeling its hardness beneath her fingertips. Taking it in her hand, she lowered it to her lips and pressed a warm kiss to its soft head. She teased it with her tongue, then closed her lips around it and sucked. The guard hissed warmly. Her hand stroked him, and her tongue curled around him and toyed in the deep groove at the end of his cock as she sucked on him. Her other hand found its way down to her hot pussy. Releasing him, she watched his cock spring to attention once again, and smiled. Akriel licked the length of it, savouring the taste of him. The slightly musky scent of him teased her, and her fingers rubbed at herself more briskly and found their way inside her body. She pulled his cock down toward her again, taking him into her mouth. She loved him with her tongue. Her hand massaged him while her warm, sucking mouth slid back and forth along his cock. His happy moans tickled her ears and left no doubt as to the pleasure she gave him. But soon, he stopped her and stepped back. Akriel looked up at him and grinned. He took a deep breath, then looked down at her and with a finger gestured for her to turn around. Her cheeks flushed and she obeyed eagerly, placing her palms flat on the stone floor. Licking her lips, she looked back over her shoulder, waiting anxiously as the bodyguard positioned himself behind her. She wiggled her tush at him and giggled as he gave her behind a playful spank and then took hold of her hips, holding her still. Moments later, her giggles turned to a pleased moan as his stiff shaft parted the dewed lips of her pussy and slid inside her. He took hold of her shoulder as his hips began to drive his cock back and forth within the hot grip of her body. Her ears were filled with her own gasps and the slap of his hips against her tight ass. Pleasure rippled through her with each thrust of his hips. She lowered her shoulders to the ground. The stone floor was cool and unyielding beneath her breasts as he drove into her in long, smooth strokes. She raised herself back up, steadying herself against his thrusting, bouncing back against him. Her face burned and her arms felt weak as her cum rippled though her body. With one hand, she reached beneath herself and found her pussy. Honeyed shudders played through her until at last the guard suddenly drove his hips against her strong and fast for several seconds, then pressed fully into her, a deep, long gasp escaping him as the cum raced through him and into her. For a long moment, a hand firmly gripping her shoulder, the other on her hip, he stayed like that. The sound of his heavy breath stroked her ears, and she tried to look back, past her shoulder at him. Sitting back on his heels, the pharaoh’s bodyguard slipped an arm around her, pulling her with him to nestle against his body. For several moments, the only sound was the lovers catching their breath. One of his hands caressed her thigh, the other idly massaged her belly and toyed with her left breast. Bending his head, he kissed her shoulder and neck. Warm shivers ran through her, and Akriel grinned and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Now, how do I get you to come back to me again and again?” he mused aloud. “Hm, I wonder,” she purred, squirming against him. “You know,” she said after a moment, “you never have told me your name.” Stretching out his legs, the guard lay back on the floor, and Akriel turned and stretched out on him. “Menakhti,” he finally said. “It means Eternal Strength.” She smiled. “Akriel,” she said, kissing him. “And, um, I don’t know what it means,” she added with a giggle. They lay like that for several moments more. She teased one of his nipples with a fingertip while he stroked her hair. She looked up at him, but couldn’t think of more to say; it wasn’t talk she wanted right now. She slipped down his body again, nuzzling him and lightly nipping at his tight skin until she reached his cock. Taking him into her mouth again, she sucked at him, trying to encourage him into another performance. Menakhti smiled broadly and gave her an appreciative moan. He soon stiffened in Akriel’s mouth, and she stopped. Brushing her hair back past her ear, she gave him a playful grin, then she crawled up his body again and mounted him. A happy sigh escaped her as he filled her. His hands caressed her thighs as she settled on him and started to wiggle. Her fingers dug into the hard flesh of his chest as she rode him. Her hips rocked back and forth as she slid up and down his stiff shaft. Akriel mewled her pleasure to him. Soon, her pussy sent more hot shivers tumbling through her; she bit her lip and closed her eyes, enjoying them. When she came down and looked at him, he smiled and gestured for her to get up. Akriel gave him a puzzled look, but did as he bade. He rose to his feet as well and turned her around. His arms slipped around her, hugging her back to his rippled belly. She could feel his hard cock trapped between them, between the cheeks of her ass, and wished it was still in her. “There’s something we must do,” he said. “Do you remember what I promised you last time?” “That you’d explain all the drawings?” she asked hopefully, partly turning to face him. He laughed. “Yes, I will, but that’s not what I meant.” She looked at him curiously. He turned her back to him again and with a hand on either side of her head, pointed her face toward the other statue. Her eyes widened in understanding and she gulped. She’d never had sex with two men at the same time and the thought of it made her nervous, unsure what to expect, but it was also exciting for the same reason. “You don’t have to,” he said, low in her ear. “I would be quite content to keep you all to myself.” Akriel looked up at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes, then back at the other statue. She was so tempted to quickly take the out he offered, turn and throw herself into his arms. “No . . .” she mumbled breathlessly, swallowing again, “no, I want to try.” He smiled at her, then bent his head and kissed her. “Then let’s play here,” he said, taking her across the room and positioning her in front of the statue of the other guard. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Menakhti pushed her up against the stone man, making her lean forward, and as he did, Akriel obligingly thrust her hips out toward him and spread her feet. Pressed up against the statue, the young brunette put her arms around it to steady herself and looked back over her shoulder at him, eyes uncertain. The sentinel just smiled at her and dipped his hips to slide his cock up and into her again. Akriel inhaled sharply as he entered her. The little, wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of the warm hug of her pussy filled her ears. She panted and clung tightly to the statue. The sensation was heavenly. Then, after a few blissful moments, she realised the statue was clinging back. She found herself staring into a thickly padded chest and her bare breasts were squashed up against a warm, rippled belly. A broad hand was pulling her hair back past her ear and over her shoulder. Akriel looked up into the eyes of the pharaoh’s second guard. She gave an involuntary yelp of surprise. “Cute,” he said. His voice was deep and rich, but had a slightly rougher edge than his companion. Everything had a slightly rougher edge, from his broad, square jaw to a hard gleam in his eyes. He didn’t seem threatening or mean when he looked at her, she just had the impression that anyone trying to steal from the pharaoh while he was here would truly wish they hadn’t. His skin was a lighter tone than the other guard, and he was slightly taller. He smelled really good, powerful and sexual. “Pamiu,” Menakhti said. The royal bodyguard stopped thrusting, put an arm around her waist and stepped back a step, letting Akriel stand up and bringing her with him. “What does his name mean?” she asked. “Old tom cat,” Menakhti replied. Both guards laughed. The other pulled off his kilt, revealing a shaft already thickening with lust. Then the guard behind her placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down until, bent at the waist, she found herself staring it in the eye. She glanced up, and as Pamiu edged forward, she opened her mouth, letting him slip his cock inside. As she started to suck, he took her head in his hands and slid his cock back and forth across her tongue. Akriel tried to brace herself against his huge thighs. Behind her, Menakhti kept pumping into her in long strokes that spanked her ass. One of his thumbs slipped down the valley of her ass and pushed inside her. The feeling was incredible. Every bit of her was sex, and soon she was half relying on her guard to hold her up with one strong hand under her hips as pleasure rippled through her and weakened her knees. “Oh, yeah,” Pamiu hissed. “She is fabulous. I want that end.” Her sentinel gave a deep chuckle of agreement and the two men switched sides. Pamiu was a bit wider than her other lover, and he fucked in short, powerful jabs that rocked her to the shoulders. She clung to the guard in front of her, gasping as the sensations hammered through her pussy and squeezed her belly. Quickly, though, his lust overcame him and he came, hips held tight against her ass. Her whole body hummed. The guard let out a long, low grunt that turned into a growl at the end. “Oh, yeah,” he declared, giving her a slap on the ass that made her jump. He was so different from his companion. Thankfully, the men let her slip to her knees after that. They once again changed places. While the second guard brought his soft, wet cock back to her mouth to revive, the first guard slid back and forth inside her with long, smooth strokes, playing with her breasts, her belly, and rubbing her pussy from underneath. She’d never cum so much in her life. Pamiu ran his fingers through her hair, cradling the back of her head, and when his cock grew across her tongue, the guys exchanged some kind of silent conversation. Menakhti stood and helped her to her feet. The second guard stretched out on the floor, then the men guided her into position over top of his hips. She bit her lower lip as she settled herself onto him, giving them a happy moan. His hands slipped up under her legs and powerful arms effortlessly helped her rock back and forth along his length. Akriel braced herself on his enormous chest and gave out a squeal of delight. She panted lustily as the broad hands bounced her up and down the length of his sturdy cock. Then she felt Menakhti’s hand on her shoulder and looking back saw him, cock in hand, kneeling behind her. She knew right away what he was going to do and her eyes widened in surprise. Pamiu took her shoulders and pulled her chest tight to his, an action which both held her still and parted the cheeks of her ass invitingly. Eyes wide, her breath was shallow in anticipation. A couple of times she’d let one of the boyfriends she’d had play with her behind, but it made her blush and get all hot just thinking about it, never mind admit it. This was the first time she’d ever had sex with two guys at the same time, and certainly she’d never done anything like this. She gasped as the soft, broad head pressed between her spread buns. Fire flooded her face and her breath caught as it entered her, sliding deeper and deeper into her slowly yielding flesh. Little whimpers escaped her as her body tried to adjust to being so full, stretching to hold both men. And then they started to move again. The sensation as both cocks thrust inside her was almost overwhelming. It was pain and pleasure, and so intense. For the next several minutes her whole world was the thrusting of those two cocks: gasping, heat racing through her body, the burning friction of the cock that drove in and out of her tight, tight ass, the toe-curling cum that rippled through her hot belly. The air smelled of sweat and the wet slap of hard masculine hips against the young student’s soft flesh mingled with her panting squeals and moans. When Menakhti finally filled her ass with his thick cream, he withdrew, and Pamiu worked her up and down his shaft with increasing, desperate need. His hips bucked up against her, slapping her thighs. Akriel drove herself down against him, fingers digging into his chest, the raw, pounding sex consuming her. At last, he came again as well, his cock firing up into her clenching, wet body and tearing a guttural groan of sheer ecstasy from him. “Um, I say,” the professor’s voice called out from the entrance to the room, “we really should be off soon.” From the sweaty tangle of bodies that lay snuggling the dark-haired girl on the floor, Pamiu looked up toward the doorway. “Hmm,” he purred thoughtfully. “Don’t you dare!” Akriel warned him with eyes that held daggers. He looked down at her, took in the expression on the feisty slip of a girl, then broke into a huge grin and held up a placating palm, shaking his head as though to assure her that whatever she was thinking, it was the last thing on his mind and truly his thoughts were as pure as could be. “It is quite all right, professor,” called Menakhti. “You may approach.” “Oh, ah, quite,” the old man said in a slightly uncertain tone. After a moment, he cautiously sidled into the chamber. The guard got to his feet as the professor drew near and retrieved his kilt. “It is time I explained the Course of the Pharaoh.”