While the adventuring group rested the night was disturbed by a devastating sandstorm. It raged all night and day. The group tried their best to wait it out but to no avail.
“Do sandstorms usually last this long?” Morn asked as she huddled against the side of the pyramid of Chatuluka, the previous queen. Wind blasted her face, sweeping her hair into an ugly tangle. Even if they hid themselves from the worst of the storm the winds were still unbearable.
“No.” Ra-khem-smen-toti replied. Even the large crocodile who lived his whole life in the harsh lands of Djanem could barely manage. “There is something wicked and unnatural about this. If this keeps up we may be buried or torn up by the sands.”
Nena clung to the body of cyrus, nestling herself in the wrap of his loincloth for stability. “That's just lovely, I get a chance to erase my crimes and this happens.”
Ra thought for a moment, a solemn look on his face. “There is one option. I suspect this storm is brought on by the same magic used to kidnap the princess and advisor. Queen Chatuluka was buried with her magical amulet that provided her with a magic dispelling field. It should be able to stop this hellish sand storm.”
The scarab girl rubbed her mandibles together in eager anticipation. Before she could entertain ideas of plundering royal gold and jewels a thick reptilian finger wagged in her face.
“We will only be taking the amulet. Everything else will be left exactly where it is.”
He gave the same accusatory glare to the rest of his party. He slumped his shoulders, shame clear upon his face. “Gods forgive me. Desecrating a tomb of a royal is an unforgivable offense. Were the lives of the princess and advisor not on the line I would never think of doing this.”
Cryus gave a reassuring smile and placed his hand on his fellow scalies shoulder. “Fear not, you have my vow I will not take anything besides the amulet. Im sure my companions will be equally as respectful.”
Nena clattered her fingers together for a moment in thought. “Very well, as you are father to my clutch I will grant you this.”
Morn shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, does she really need treasure in the afterlife.”
Cyrus gave her a gentle shove, admonishing her.
“Fine, geeze.” The orc grumbled. “When I die I want to just get tossed in the trash.”
Reasonably assured Ra led the rescue party along the walls of the pyramid, all the while whipping winds and sands scourged their bodies. Eventually he found what he was looking for, a secret passage that went inside to the tomb. It was invisible to anyone who did not know what they were looking for, as it was the faintest depression in the stonework. He pressed his hands on them and the stone sank in and formed an orifice that allowed the group to wriggle their way in. After squeezing in, Ra was first to light up a torch, bathing the plane sandstone hallways with orange light.
“I was expecting something more grand.” Morn commented, some disappointment evident.
“The tombs are not meant for tourists.” He stated with some scorn. “All the grandeur is reserved for her highness’ resting chambers. Her body is in the center of the pyramid, so be careful and stick close to each other. Not even I know what kind of traps lay in wait.”
Nena unfurled her wings, taking point higher above her companions. “What do you mean you dont know?”
“Protecting a royal’s eternal rest is of the utmost importance. There is no reason a royal guard should know the secrets of the tombs. Not even the builders know them fully as they work in groups to keep secrets from each other.”
Morn shook her head. “All this for a stiff.”
Cyrus was the opposite, somewhat awed by the level of respect this kingdom had for their rulers.
The group trekked through the dark and twisting hallways. They were faced with poison tip arrows shooting from alcoves, fake floors that fell to spike traps, and even worse. Eventually they made their way through the many chambers and finally made it to the entrance of the resting chambers. It was a grand hallway with a ceiling that was too high for the light of the torches to reach. Grand pillars lined the foreboding entryway, along with stone soldiers of many shapes and sizes that stood sentry. They were made in the shape of many species, from crocodile to jackal to eagle. Each one gripped stonework arms and seemed ready to defend their queen.
“I see some shiney further in.” Morn shouted eagerly. At the far end of the chamber glinted the gold of the sarcophagus inside of a archway. “I'm sick to death of tombs already.”
Ra still was uneasy, as it seemed odd that there would be no more traps this deep in. The group approached cautiously and when they got midway to the resting chambers itself the scarab called for them to stop.
“Hold.” She sounded, her antenna strained to listen closely. They all stood in absolute silence for a painful minute.
All of a sudden she shouted. “Move it, Cyrus!”
Without thinking the dragon threw himself forward. A loud crash was heard behind him. He spun around and saw the arms of one of the stone guardians moved and swung a deadly heavy mace where he was just standing. All at once the rest of the stone men sprung to life, eyes glowed with unnatural energy as they took their first steps out from their guard posts.
Ra pulled his halberd and shield from his back and took up a fighting stance. “I am a royal guard, I do not seek to desecrate Her Majesty's rest. The current princess life is at risk, stand down!”
The golems did not react to the words and kept marching on to meet the group.
Morn spun her new spear in her hands, holding the deadly point outward. “Looks like we have to do things the hard way.”
Cyrus drew his ax-mace, he was eager to use the new weapon at last. It was a two handed ax with a rounded bronze ball on the head to allow even more deadly force with each swing. The golem that tried to attack him from behind stood to meet him, hefting its shield in one hand and positioning a spear in the other. It jabbed outward with deceptive speed, the pointed tip narrowly missing the dragon’s face. He swung his weapon at his foe, the heavy metal smashing into the stone shield and cracking it to its hand. It crumbled, leaving the golem with only a stump at the end of its arm. It paid no heed to this, swinging its mutliated arm out and hittind the dragon in the stomach. Cyrus let out a gasp of air, stumbling back. Once more it reeled it spear back and stabbed forward. A buzzing sound was heard and the small bug pushed the hand of the golem so its stab went wide, missing the dragon all together. He took advantage, raising his mace-ax high up then bringing it down to destroy the golem’s head.
“Many thanks!” Cyrus said with a thumbs up, watching the scarab fly off to help the rest of the team.
Ra was doing well, his towering shield fending off the blows of the golems. He pressed his shoulder against his shield and ran forward. The stone soldier was too slow to move away and got smashed when it was caught between the crocodile and the pillar, crumbling to small pieces on the floor. Another moved forward, headless to the defeat of his companion. Ra reacted faster, opening his maw wide and taking the entirety of the golems torso inside it. The sharp teeth dug in deep, securing a deadly grip as the royal guard began to thrash in a death roll. With the golem still in his mouth he began to roll on the ground with such force the limbs shattered as they hit the floor over and over again. Eventually the reptile let go, getting up and leaving the limbless golem to wiggle on the ground.
Morn faced off against her own foe, a bird headed golem that swung a two handed ax. She felt an inadequacy as the others were able to easily break stone with their chosen weapons and hers was built for deadly precision instead of brute force. As the stone man moved she saw that the shoulders and elbows were joints with very thin gaps. She jutted her spear into the space on the shoulder, wedging it deep before prying it with all her might. The stone separated and eventually the entire arm fell limply to the ground.
The monster did not care, swinging its weapon with its reaming limb down on the orc. She blocked it, muscles straining to keep the weapon at bay. She had been in this situation before and as if by instinct she swung her foot upward between the bird man’s legs. She got her teeth as a sharp pain stung her shin, the bone feeling like it almost broke. She cursed herself, of course it's stones would be made of stone too. Due to the failed kick she was losing ground, but was able to push the monster’s blow aside and it slammed harmlessly to the ground. Morn shot her spear out again, this time hitting the creator in the neck. Her spear’s tip found another gap and she was able to wrench its head from its shoulders.
Due to the dragon’s earlier dodge he found himself cut off from his companion and got a large share of guardians. He was fending them off best he could but their lack of self preservation made them dangerous foes and he needed to fall back to escape danger. He then saw he moved to the archway of the queen’s resting chamber. Before he could do anything more a horrible grinding noise was heard above him. The roof of the archway was descending quickly. He thought to run forward, but the multitude of opponents made it seem too dangerous. Instead he retreated to the chamber.
“Cyrus!” Ra cried out. “Stay alive, we will get you out!”
The dragon could not respond and had to dive to escape the falling stone ceiling. As it slammed to the ground he pulled his tail to his hands, happy that it was not crushed flat. He then realized that he found himself in total darkness, any light from the hallway was totally blocked off. He fumbled around his gear, trying to remember if he had a spare torch on him. Suddenly the room flaired with light, lanterns all along the room sprung to life with an orange flame. He had to squint his eyes at the sudden burst of illumination. When they adjusted he was amazed to see gold and jewels piled all around him. Precious stones, engraved figures, and jewelry of all shapes and sizes were stacked all around him in great heaps. In the middle of the chamber stood a stone table. It was simple in its design and Cyrus could only guess it was meant for offerings or religious purposes. Beyond it a great sarcophagus loomed large. It was decorated and painted in gold and black to look like a menacing jackal female.
The dragon was unsure what to do, the temptation of the gold was calling to him. He remembered his vow and held his hand. Instead he looked around, trying to see a way out. A loud boom was heard and pale lights flickered around the coffin. The door opened slightly and boney fingers reached through the gap. It pushed it open, revealing a sunken decayed body wrapped tight in bandages. Its flesh was long gone and its frame was ghostly thin. Cyrus took a step back, gripping his weapon uneasily. He had very limited experience dealing with the undead and truth be told forced from beyond the grave unnerved him greatly. With nowhere to run he steeled his nerves and prepared to fight.
Energy swirled around the corpse as it took uneasy steps forward. The gaunt form began to fill in, flesh forming on the bones and filling out the bandages. The only thing adorning her was a deep green jewel set in a golden necklace. Jet black fur formed and puffed out, forming a shapely body. Before the dragon knew it the image of feminine beauty stood before him. She looked like Queen Seb-tet, only older. While some of the hair on her head began to gray she was stunningly beautiful. The bandages struggled to hold in the swelling breasts and widening hips.
“Ugh Im so stiff, how long has it been?” Chatuluka stretched her newly formed body, joints cracking as they finally moved after decades of stillness.
“I…” Cyrus muttered, dumbfounded. “I dont know.”
The queen rested her eyes on the dragon and soon a sly grin grew on her plump lips. She noted the black and gold patterns of his scales. “Oh, I see. You're one of my descendants, come to pay tribute to the great rulers who came before.”
The black dragon put away his weapons. “No, I am not a descendant. I came here because we need help.”
Chat swayed her hips deliberately as she moved to the dragon. She was a full head shorter than him, but moved with all the confidence of the queen. “If you are not royal then you shall serve.”
“I really can't, we are on a mission to-”
He was silenced when the queen placed a single finger on his maw. “You don't seem to understand. A queen does not ask nor is she questioned. Its been years since I had a good lay and you look like a prime cut of hunk.”
She lowered her hand, gliding the fingers across the muscles of his chest and down to his crotch. She gently grabbed his dick over his loincloth and bit her lip.
Cyrus thought for a moment. The rest of the group was working to get him out and there was probably not much he could do so may as well keep the queen entertained while they waited. Not to mention her attitude was turning him on something fierce, he loved powerful women. The two embraced, with the queen greedily feeling up the muscles of the dragon. She groped them eagerly, happy to feel the strength behind them. Cyrus couldn't help but flex for her, giving her more to feel up.
“Take these blasted bandages off me.”
Cyrus did as instructed , hooking a finger within the fabric to begin to unwrap her. Chat grabbed the dragon’s chin to look him in the eye. “I said TAKE them off of me.”
He smiled, and pulled at the bandages. They ripped free and exposed the woman totally bare. His eyes lit up upon seeing that her nipples were an even brighter gold than the treasures of the room they stayed in. Her breasts bounced as they were finally freed, each one as large as the woman’s head.
Chat walked to the stone table, swaying her hips with each step and making sure her shapely ass gave a delicious bounce with every movement. She lay on her back and spread open her legs, reavealign that her vaginawas just as golden as her nipples. She motioned with one finger for the dragon to approach and he did so, crawling to a stop and hovering over the woman. His erect dick rest atop her abdomen. He deliberately let his balls move so they rubbed against her moist slit, feeling the warmth of her sex on his scrotum. He lowered and let the underside of his dick rest against her stomach and it almost reached up to her breasts.
“You tease.” The woman cooed. “I hope you know how to use that thing.”
“Do not worry, your majesty. I have a lot of experience.”
He moved his hips, sliding the tip of his dick to meet her slit. It slid in easily, even with the size difference. The dragon’s mouth contorted to form an ‘O’ shape as the silky smoothness of her womanhood sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. He was experienced with sex and stuck his dick in many orifices but nothing could compare to the sensation of the queen’s royal pussy. He kept pushing, forcing himself to go slowly lest he blow his load too quickly. His nails dug ugly gashes into the side of the table they both lay upon.
“Don't feel bad, few can handle the royal bloodline’s sex for too long.”
She was trying her best to keep her regal and aloof demeanor but Cyrus could see that even sliding his dick inside her was causing her a fair amount of pleasure too. The dragon forced himself to focus, not wanting to cum too early. He pumped into her, starting off at a reasonable pace before speeding up once he gained some confidence. Looking down at the queen his eyes did not know where to rest. Chat herself bit her lip and met his gaze with a lusty look. He went lower, and with a sense of male satisfaction could see that his dick was so large that her stomach bulged to accommodate the sheer girth. His eyes went up, looking at the woman’s breasts as they bounced up and down rhythmically to his thrusts.
She saw where his eyes rested and cupped her own boobs and gave them a squeeze to help tantalize him further. Cryus cursed, feeling his resolve reaching its limits already. This royal pussy is something else.
“Perhaps we can change positions?” Cyrus asked, feeling sweat forming on his brow.
The queen considered this for a moment, deliberately drawing out the decision. “Very well, I will grant you this.”
Cryus pulled out, seeing that the woman’s natural nectar dripped out. With all that lubrication and the innate velvet smoothness of her body no wonder he struggled so. Still, he knew he needed an edge, and looked around for the right tool to use. His eyes rested on a circlet of gold. He had seen these used to wrap around the arms of civilians . While it was nowhere near big enough to get around his biceps he needed it for a different reason. He moved it to his dick and pushed it on all the way to the shaft. He learned of this trick so that he would stay hard much longer from a group of particularly insatiable hyenas.
He was worried about his vow he made to Ra, but seeing how this was the queen’s treasure and she did not stop him he figured it would be fine.
“It suits you, darling.” Chat mused, walking to the treasures and listlessly picking up more with no thought of what she was grabbing. She draped a couple necklaces over the dragon’s neck; the clashing colors of the precious stones, silver, and golds provided a stunning display. She took up some jewelry and adorned herself as well. She didn't care for the visuals , but loved showing off some opulence.
She pointed to the table. “Now lay down for me.”
Cryus did so, feeling the warmth still left from when she was atop it. The woman got on top of him, sitting atop his belly and pushing her ass so each cheek surrounded his dick. It was clear she wanted to toy with him more, but her own lusts screamed to be satisfied and she pushed her hips up and positioned her hips above his penis. It bobbed once with anticipation. Chatuluka sat down, fully taking his manhood within her. The dragon let out a shameless moan, a low growl of delight. She bucked her hips, grinding back and forth to feel his dick deep within her. It was getting too much for the dragon and instinct took over. He grabbed the woman's hips and pushed up with his legs, bobbing her up and down rapidly and roughly.
“Yes, you brute! Just like that.” The queen screamed out as she threw her head back. She was sweating as well, and the dragon delighted with every stray drop that landed on him. The clanking of their haphazardly adorned jewelry was drowned out by their chorus of grunts and moans. Cyrus pushed harder, picking up his speed to new heights.
With a forceful upthrust the dragon saw the head of the woman pop off. He stopped dead, brain not fully comprehending what his eyes were seeing. He watched as the head rolled off her shoulders and fell to the ground. He looked back up and fear gripped his heart as he saw the headless body atop him.
“I didn't say stop!” The feminine voice sounded besides him.
The dragon let out a rather undignified scream as he turned to see the queen's head moved like it was still attached.
“Calm down. I guess my undead body isn't completely put together properly.”
“I-” Cyrus stumbled over his words, relieved but still worried. “Are you all right?”
“I am dead, but fine otherwise.” She explained as the body of the woman waved hello to him.
Cryus did take a moment but accepted the situation. He did watch her walk out of her grave like a corpse and she was so life-like that he forgot she was undead. He was relieved that neither the head nor neck were bleeding.
The body moved to get off the dragon. It got on its hands and knees and raised its ass to Cyrus. The head spoke. “This does give me an idea. Fuck me like this. Pick up my head and shove it deep into your rear.”
Cyrus raised a brow at this. The idea did intrigue him. “Are you sure, I did work up a sweat just now, not to mention all the time in the desert.”
“That is why I want to get in there. Now stop talking back and really shove me in deep. And shove yourself in deep.”
The dragon let out a chuckle, more than interested to see how this would play out. He cupped his fingers under the neck stump, trying to figure out the best way to hold her. Deciding this grip was good enough he moved and quickly put his dick back into the woman. Reaching back he pushed the queen’s face hard into his backside. She wished for rough and rough she shall receive. Wasting no time Chat’s tongue lapped up around his behind, licking up at his hole with dexterous ambition. The sensation almost robbed the dragon of his strength but he pushed up, using his free hand to hold the body’s hips and thrust in fully. Looking down he was happy to see that her anus was as gold as the rest of her sensitive areas.
It was a little awkward to need to hold the queen’s head to his ass as he hit her from behind but the sheer pleasure was more than enough to keep him interested. For a moment he worried she would need air, but seeing as her head wasn't attached to her lungs he figured if she needed to breathe her body would let him know. The woman pushed her tongue and penetrated the dragon’s ass. It kept up, finding its way to his prostate gland. The dragon let out a bellowing roar as his limit was hit. His balls contracted and after having been teased for so long shot a powerful load. The metal of his makeshift cockring strained and broke, the pumping of virile seed being too powerful to be contained. He shot load after load into the queen’s vagina, her stomach expanding to accommodate the volume of cum. He could hear the queen moaning into his behind. This pushed him more and he kept thrusting until he knew every last drop of this orgasm was spent. White globs of his semen fell to the ground and pooled around his feet. Finally, when the last of his energy was pent, he pulled out and a torrent of cum spilled from the golden slit. He moved his head and fell to his own rump to rest.
“And that's why we had to enter your tomb.” After taking a breather Cryus finally remembered why he was there to begin with and had explained his adventure up to this point. “We need your amulet to keep up our rescue mission.”
“Hold on, you fucked my daughter?”
Cyrus was unsure if she took offense to this. “Yes?”
“And it wasn't mind blowing?” She leaned in, having put her head back on her shoulders.
“Yes, I have to be truthful. She felt nothing like you.”
“No that cannot be right.” Chat mused. “Her cunt was even better than mine, I felt it a ton of times.”
Cyrus desired greatly to press her on that because he wanted to hear more but chose to stay on topic. “The advisor and princess were kidnapped, she could be having an off day.”
Chat took offense. “I've seen her laying still and disinterested and still mighty warriors passed out from a few thrusts. Royals do not have ‘off days.’ Something is deeply wrong. That is not my daughter.”
“Are you sure?” The dragon asked.
“Completely. You must take my amulet back to the capital and use it to dispel whatever magic is making that suspicious imposter look like my Seb-tet.” She finished her magic amulet from the mess of other jewelry at her neck and handed it to the dragon.
He accepted it, putting it around his neck for safekeeping. “My companions are working to rescue me, so we do have some more time to ourselves.”
“You have more energy to spare? I like that in a servant. When I reigned I needed a good fucking every night and there were precious few who could satisfy me.” She said as she stood up and guided the dragon to do the same. She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him.
“I think you will find I have a lot of energy to give to a beautiful woman.” He said as he pushed his lips to meet hers.
A deafening crash sounded as one of the walls gave way. Standing in the new passage was Ra, Morn, and Nena. “We found the thinnest part of the chamber and hurried to-”
Any further words died in the crocodile's mouth as he stared open mouth at the dragon. The orc and scarab joined in, stunned into silence at what they saw. Cyrus was confused but realized the reason for the stupefaction when he turned back to look at the queen. She looked as she did when she was in the sarcophagus, all bones.
She popped back into her living state, snorting with laughter. “By the gods, the looks on your faces!”
She kept on cackling, leaning over to keep herself from falling over.
The royal guard’s expression softened, but he still clearly had no idea what was happening.
Cyrus took a seat on the stone table. “I will explain everything, as soon as I collect myself.”
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