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Long ago, the lands of Ancient Egypt and beyond were ruled by the Pharaoh Jun Arke, and his wife, Princess Emerald, and the lands that they ruled were at peace and in prosperity. People loved the Pharaoh and his Wife, and travelers from far off came to live under their rule or ask for blessings and guidance.
However, as always tends to happen, when someone is beloved, jealousy oft arises. Cindra Fell, one of the Princess’s Handmaidens, hated the fact that she had been looked over, and plotted with several others to remove the Pharaoh and Princess from power and take over.
One assassin, slipped through the palace through the night and poisoned the Pharaoh as he prepared for bed, ending his life and disposing of his body, while Cindra and her traitorous handmaidens drugged the Princess and captured her while she was bathing, swiftly carrying her to a hidden chamber where a dark ritual had been prepared, having killed the other handmaidens, particularly one who had found out about their plot, who had always considered the Princess a close friend and had attempted to warn her.
The traitorous women took Princess Emerald down to the preparation chamber and used magical mummification bandages to wrap her body, the bandages cursed to leave the Princess in an enchanted sleep, doomed to never wake nor pass on to see her soulmate until he was reincarnated and found her resting place.
Sealing the sleeping woman in a golden sarcophagus and burying her in a secret location, Cindra Fell and her ilk went to go claim their ill gotten gains.
However, when Cindra Fell attempted to claim the throne as her own, the people revolted and led the bloodiest uprising in Ancient History, slaughtering the would be Empress and those that were responsible for the death of their beloved rulers.
After much searching, the sarcophagus was found, and the people wept for their lost rulers. Despite the fact that the Pharaoh's body was never found, the Princess was entombed into what would have been their burial site, to let her lie in wait for her lover and King to return to her.
This legend has been passed on, generation by generation, and many have tried to find the burial site of Princess Emerald, but none have been fortunate so far.
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Jaune Arc closed the worn book, Ancient Myths of Ancient Egypt, and ran his hand through his trimmed blonde hair, taking a deep breath of the dry air around him. He had never known where his initial fascination with Ancient Egypt came from, just that his family had always found him drawing scenes that wouldn’t be out of place in a history book.
His family were confused or weirded out by it, but Terra, his sister-in-law, told him he had a gift, talent, and passion, and to nurture and embrace it.
There were also dreams that he had been having since childhood, fleeting ones involving a woman with beautiful chocolate toned skin, grassy green hair, and eyes the color of rubies. She always seemed happy to see him, always having a smile on her face, whether it was large or small.
He grew up, pouring countless hours into reading up on Ancient Egyptian history, up to the point he gained a doctorate in it. That’s right, he was now Dr. Jaune Arc, Archaeologist and Doctor of Ancient Egyptian History. Wouldn’t Doctor Oobleck be proud?
He huffed a small laugh as he looked over the picture of him and his mentor, the green haired man and him standing before one of the Aztec pyramids on his dig during his final year of Internship. Now, he was his own man, on his very first dig, in Egypt itself. In the very Valley of the Kings that so many Pharaohs had been buried.
Well, close to it. X-Ray Scans had shown another potential area for tombs, and he was one of the ones chosen for it. He couldn’t believe that he had been so fortunate. This could make his career and set him in the history books if it went right!
But even then, he wasn’t much concerned with wealth and fame as something else. He couldn’t even say it was the history of what they might find, but something else…it wasn’t even the fact of the untold amounts of history that they would potentially learn here, about who was buried here and how they related to Egypt itself. Were they a Pharaoh? A Princess? One of the previous two’s child or children?
Something told him that this find would be especially important to him. Him, personally. No more, no less. And for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why, and that irritated him something fierce. But one thing was for sure: whatever he was going to learn here, was going to change his entire life.
As he lay down in his cot to try and catch a few hours of sleep before the dawn rose, he pondered what was to come in the future hours…
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Jaune woke, his eyes fluttering open as he woke from his restful slumber. He stretched a bit, his eyes closing as he snuggled further into the warmth of the soft, sweet smelling body next to him. He froze. He had gone to bed alone last night. Andclothed, since from the soft, naked swells pressed against his just as bare torso, and the slim and silky smooth leg rubbing against his own, he was completely naked…and giving the woman he was laying with an incredibly enthusiastic poke against her belly.
A warm, breathy laugh entered his ears, and he jolted as he felt a warm, soft hand encircle his erection and begin to leisurely stroke his insistent flesh, her hand gentle, slow, but rhythmic in its movements.
“Wake up, my King~ We have much to do today…” the voice, sweet and smooth as the finest chocolate filled his ears, as pleasure filled him. He had never felt this way before, having spent more time on his studies than ever looking at any girls, leaving his mom despairing him ever getting a girlfriend and more than a few of his large, well meaning, completely irritating family wondering if he was gay.
But he recognized this voice, it was the one that was always in his dreams. Opening his eyes, Jaune’s bright blue eyes met loving and amused ruby.
“Morning, my sleepy King...today is something special…” she hummed, her hand working along his cock faster, leaning forwards and kissing him, pressing her plump lips to his. He tasted the spice of cinnamon, the sweetness of papaya. So enthralled, he barely was noticed when she rolled them so she was lying on top of him, the only real reason he noticed was the absence of her soft hand, which had moved up for purchase on his shoulder along with its twin.
Instead, her hand was replaced by something hot and wet, that practically slid across his cock, making him groan needily into her mouth, his own hands finally moving, sliding down her smooth back and palming greedy handfuls of her ass, his fingers sinking into the wonderfully soft swells.
A deep moan spilled from her mouth and into his own as she broke the kiss, grinding her hips against his even harder. Breaking the kiss with a soft smack-ing sound, the dark skinned beauty he was sharing the bed with smiled and rubbed her nose against his.
“I suppose we have some spare time, my King~” she whispered, before she sat up, letting the blankets spill off of her body like water.
Jaune felt his mouth go dry as he saw the beautiful woman straddling his hips, his cock. Her slick pussy, covered with just a bit of forest green hair, that matched the perfectly angled cut on her head. Her breasts were even bigger than they had felt, comparable to cantaloupe sitting on her chest, her dark nipples hard and puckered outwards on the fat swells.
He saw the beautiful woman smile down at him, her eyes smoldering as she began to smoothly rock against his shaft, smearing her sticky fluids along his shaft, her breasts bouncing and jiggling before his eyes. He felt himself throb hungrily against her soaking flesh, his tongue darting out to wet dry lips, wanting to taste those hard nubs that danced before his eyes.
“Hmm, this truly isn’t a bad way to start the morning, is it, my King?” the green haired woman hummed, shaking her hair out of her face, looking down at him with love, grinding herself against his cock more firmly.
Jaune gasped and writhed in pleasure, but to his credit as a virgin, didn’t explode all over himself in an embarrassing manner. Still, he knew that she was waiting for an answer. “Yes it is, Emerald…” the name slipped from his lips with ease, perplexing him. It was as if he had always known it. And from the way the beautiful woman’s eyes lit up, he was correct in his assumption. She slid back a decent amount, a breathless hiss escaping his mouth as the cheeks of her rear pressed against his aching balls.
“Hmm, even though we spent the night making love, you’re so full again, my beloved King. It’s honestly amazing I haven’t become a mother yet with all that you’ve filled me with~” Jaune groaned as she picked up speed again, his balls tingling and churning with need, the intensity only made worse as he imagined how she must have looked after last night’s apparent ‘session’.
A brown hand rested atop a smooth belly. “Can you imagine it, my King?” she asked, staring into his eyes, carmine jewels aglow with warmth and passion, “My belly swelling with the fruits of our union? My breasts swelling and growing fat with milk? My body slowly changing as our child grows?” she glanced down, a smirk lighting her lips as he throbbed against her.
“Hmm, you like that thought, I see…but it’s not as if I can blame you…I will admit I have thought about a child of ours for some time…” she hummed, before tilting her head to the side, glancing off to the ornate door, before sighing. “Unfortunately, it seems that will have to wait, my King…for now we have to wake up.”
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Jaune woke with a gasp, lurching up, his body ringed with sweat, arousal and excitement flowing through his body, his cock bulging against his pajama bottoms, a dark spot showing how aroused he had been.
His heart slammed eagerly in his chest, and he swore his lips still tasted the sweetness of papaya. He licked his lips, testing for sweetness as his cock strained in his thin silk bottoms, his balls in absolute agony at being denied completion.
Running a hand through slick hair, he found took several deep breaths to calm himself down. He shook his head, thinking of the vivid dream with the beautiful woman. He had had them before, but never like this. He had never felt like he was being kissed or…his cheeks burned…or ground upon.
He swallowed hard, his cock still aching with need in his pajamas. He sighed and shook his head, wiping his face dry with his forearm and getting off his bed, he walked towards the shower area with a waddle.
Thankfully, it was still early enough that no one saw him. That would have been endless ribbing.
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The desert heat was hot and blistering, the air dry and dehydrating. Whirls of sand constantly flew at them from the wind.
But Jaune and his team could not deny that their work had been fruitful. Late in the day, they had found a tomb door! One that looked practically untouched!
So Jaune and several of his other compatriots had gotten prepared, getting goggles and masks with specialized filters on them. The horrors of the bacterial and fungal infections that had happened to other archaeologists would not happen to them. Grabbing their shoulder mounted lanterns and cameras, they prepared to enter.
“Okay, everyone. You all know the procedure, record what’s inside, catalog everything you see, and don’t touch anything until we are sure it isn’t trapped.” again, other horror stories from those before had made them wary.
Even then, he knew that he would have to keep an eye on three of the students that he was taken under his wing, like Doctor Oobleck. However…the three were very insistent on proving themselves and getting some fame and recognition, while they were still in school, even though Jaune had patiently explained to them that it didn’t work like that at all.
Mercuria Black, a silver haired girl with sharp features, Melanie and Miltiades Malachite, twin sisters who could only be told apart by the different colors they wore, and Cinder Fall, the leader of the group of four students…although it really felt more like a group of followers as the year went on.
But he would keep an eye on them. He had to actually, since the four were on their last chance before being expelled for the troubles that they had caused over the past two years at Beacon Academy of HIgher Learning.
He was honestly surprised that they had managed to last this long, but he had a feeling that the four wouldn’t be an issue for too much longer.
Setting his mask and goggles in place, making sure that they were secured properly, Jaune turned to the door, wondering what treasures lay behind it…
As he and some others began to begin the long procedure of cracking open the seal on the thick limestone door, he failed to see the looks passed between the four students.
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After the door was opened, lights were shined into the tomb entrance. Jaune and his fellow doctor of Archaeology from the University of Cairo, Maria Calavera, both entered, shining their lanterns along the area. The heavy glints told of metal in the room, and lots of it.
Raising another light up, they saw that it was a gold plated chariot, and murals lined the walls, showing many different scenes of daily life in Egypt, although one stood out, a couple, a fair skinned male with pale hair and bright eyes, and a dark skinned female with green hair and red eyes, both wearing the Royal Regalia of the Pharaoh and his First Wife.
“Wait…is that…?!” Jaune gasped softly, feelings that he didn’t quite understand bubbling within him as he stared at the mural of the First Wife of the Pharaoh, the name ‘Emerald’ echoing in his head again. Maria nodded, squinting behind her goggles. “If you’re thinking of the Lost Pharaoh and the Betrayed Princess, yes, I think so as well!” her voice was awed.
Both entered in further, seeing more evidence of their hypothesis being true as both brought their cameras up and started taking pictures. Jars lined the walls, the clay painted with more images of the same pair on the giant mural of the wall, sharing meals or holding court.
Even though this was only the first room, there was so much to be documented, so much to be learned. Slowly, more of the team entered and marveled at what they saw just in the front chamber.
What would they find further in?
So awed by what they were seeing, all of the group failed to see the hungry eyes of the group of students as they looked at the treasure around them, and wondering how much was still to be found…
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Jaune sighed, rolling his neck as he sat at his desk, having just sent his reports to the necessary people at Beacon Academy, meaning his old mentor and the Headmaster, as he knew that Maria had done as well towards the University of Cairo.
While they hadn’t gone too far into the tomb, they had managed to confirm that this was the find of the century: the actual royal tomb of the Lost Pharaoh and Betrayed Princess. That they now had the ability to ascertain how true the history really was…this was something that was going to be considered the “Find of the Century”.
Closing his laptop down, Jaune yawned, lethargy finally hitting him after the excitement of the day. Crawling into his bed, he curled up and went to sleep, knowing that tomorrow, they would be going much further into the tomb if they could.
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Juane’s eyes opened, smelling the scent of mint and exotic spices. Even more, he felt a warm, soft body curled up atop him. Turning his head, his lips brushed skin and he saw the Princess, Emerald, sleeping soundly against his naked chest, naked as the day she was born, her smooth chocolate skin with nary a mark on it. His own arms were firmly circling her form, his hands feeling how soft her skin was, feeling how soft her breasts were pressed against him.
He found himself shuddering as a tight, wet warmth flexed lightly around his shaft, pulling a soft whimper from his lips as he realized that he was buried in the beautiful woman’s core.
“HmmmMMmmm~” the beautiful young woman shifted on top of him, her crimson eyes slowly fluttering open, making him shudder, the shifting doing wonderful things to him below the waist. He groaned softly, the sound strained but pleasured.
Carmine eyes fluttered open, a slow smile stretching across plump lips as she stared up into Juane’s own eyes. “Good morning, my beloved King…” she hummed, shifting and shuddering herself as she realized that they were still connected. A more leerish smile pulled at her lips, making Jaune swallow. “Mmm~ Once again, you prove your virility, my King…so hard, even after all we did and then sleeping?” Jaune shuddered, as the beautiful woman slowly but purposefully rocked on top of him, her silken core sliding up and down his achingly hard cock.
Again his hands moved, resting on the firm but still pillowy swells of her rear, his fingers sinking into the skin. He groaned as she picked up speed, her breasts gliding across his chest, her hands sliding across his skin, her lips attacking his neck, making him shudder and groan, his own hands coming up to grab her hips, his hands spreading out and his fingers sinking into the warmth of her skin.
He knew he was going to cum, that he was going to fill this beautiful woman, his wife, with every drop of cum inside him.
She bounced upon him, her hips rocking and pussy gripping him tightly, all while she stared down at him with that naughty smile on her face. “Fill me, my King~”
Jaune erupted.
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“Hunhhh~!” Jaune lurched up, mid-orgasm, his boxers being blasted with his seed, a dark spot forming and spreading out among the thick blanket he wore. His face burned as he tried to calm his ragged breathing, swearing that he could still feel the warmth of Emerald on top of him, wrapped around him.
Shaking himself, he wiped the sweat from his brow as he entered the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm. He rubbed his face. He needed to have a shower…a long, cold one.
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As they all descended back into the tomb, Jaune found his mind wandering, wondering what they were going to find today. They had managed to catalog several rooms already, but they had yet to find the tom proper. They hoped to find it today.
Jaune was covered in dust and god knows what else, but he was driven, feeling a drive that he hadn’t felt in a long time, since he had written his thesis for his doctorate. He needed to find the burial chamber, something told him it was going to be important that he did so.
Hours passed as the group quietly toiled, making their way through the incredibly intact tomb, almost as if time itself hadn’t touched it. But as they slipped down a passageway, they reached a massive sealed door. One that was lined with hieroglyphs that pictures were immediately taken of.
Jaune’s eyes roamed them, and his mind worked faster than ever to filter them to modern tongue. ‘Here lies her royal majesty, Princess Emerald, First Wife of Pharaoh Jun Arke, betrayed by Handmaiden Cindra Fell. Lays in wait for her King to find her once more.’ a shiver moved up Jaune’s spine, feeling forboding discomfort hit him, though he couldn’t say why. It was like he was going to learn something that he really, really didn’t, like the time that Cardin, an ex-classmate, had tried strongarming him into doing his work.
As they carefully opened the door, he found the feeling only intensifying, making him look around for any and all information that could potentially help him.
As his eyes locked onto Cinder, Mercuria, Melanie and Miltiades, those feelings only seemed to solidify, and he knew that he would have to watch them. Something was wrong.
A displacement of air pulled Jaune’s attention back to what they were working on, and he saw the door slowly opening. A thrill of excitement filled him as the workers pushed the door open, and he could see the glint of gold around them. But he knew that this wasn’t a treasure room.
Walking in, he saw that there were several Sarcophaguses, several smaller and less elaborate, but two large ones that were incredibly detailed and on plinths. Elation filled him as sounds of shock filled the room. Glancing at the sarcophagus with the female figure, he saw that it was of a woman with green hair and red eyes. In his minds eye, the beautiful woman from his dreams flashed before him, before fading away.
He shook himself, wondering what was going on, but refocused on the other sarcophaguses. One was definitely the Pharaoh’s, with how ornate it was, but the ones surrounding the Princess were interesting. A closer inspection showed that they were the Handmaidens that were killed by Cindra and her group of dissenters. Several of the names were faded, but one did stand out, “Ter-Ah”, though the surname, if there was any, was faded to time.
“We found her, ladies and gentlemen! We found the lost Princess Emerald!” Jaune didn’t know where the elation came from, or why it was so powerful, but he knew that this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.
As he looked over the sarcophagus of the princess, he missed the intense looks of Cinder, Mercuria, Melanie, and Miltiades.
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Despite how utterly exhausting the day had been, Jaune couldn’t sleep, his mind going back to what they had found. The papers and everything had been updated and sent off again, and tomorrow, representatives of the Egyptian government and both his and Maria’s Universities would arrive…along with the papers.
He knew that he needed to rest, but he also knew that he wasn’t going to be able to sleep, no matter how much he wished.
Glancing out of his tent, his eyes narrowed as he saw four forms moving slowly towards the tomb. “What in the world?” he muttered, grabbing his coat and slipping into his shoes and making his way out into the night, carrying a flashlight. He was going to find out what was happening if it was the last thing he did.
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Jaune breathed the stale air of the tomb as he followed the tracks, and heard the voices of his students, his heart hardening as he heard them talking about how much the items would be worth on the black market, but they would need to work fast before they were caught.
Anger filled him, knowing that the four weren’t the best students, but honestly, stealing from what was essentially a grave? Disgusting.
He walked in to see Cinder standing over the Princess’s sarcophagus with a smug smile on her face, and fury he didn’t understand filled him.
“There won’t be any selling anything, Cinder.” he said coldly, watching the four start in shock, all of them turning towards him, all four missing the line of light slowly bleeding through the seal of the sarcophagus of the Princess.
Cinder’s face fell back into its smug visage. “Oh, really? There’s four of us and only you by your lonesome, Professor~” she purred, “It will be easy to knock you out and make off with what we can, the jewelry looks like it would be worth a lot of money to the right collector, and I’m sure we can scrape off our weight in gold off this ugly coffin-” Cinder dragged a line along the Princess’s Sarcophagus, where the two halves were sealed, making a fine line along the bindings there.
Jaune growled. “Show some respect to the deceased, Fall!” he bit out, his vision bleeding red, his eyes unknown to him, glowing slightly in the dim light of the room.
Mercuria snorted. “Sorry, old timer, but we’re going to get our dues~!” she stepped forwards, intent on being as quick and decisive as she could in order to subdue Jaune.
All of them paused as a low rumble filled the room, dust falling form the ceiling, and the glow from the Sarcophagus grew bright enough that all of them noticed.
“What’s going on?! Melanie?!” Miltiades stuttered, falling on her rear and scooting back. Her sister said nothing, staring open mouthed as the glow only got brighter and the pulsing feeling in the air got stronger.
Jaune stared, wide eyed, before the next pulse of power took him off of his feet, sending him tumbling into the wall, his head hitting the tomb wall with a dull thunk, blacking out from the impact.
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Emerald made a show of yawning, uncaring that her body was practically exposed by the loosening wraps that had allowed her to finally awaken and experience the world again.
Opening her eyes, her carmine eyes flared in rage as she saw the cause of her King’s death and her imprisonment, the bitch that she had taken in out of the goodness of her heart and allowed to be one of her handmaidens, the one who betrayed, stood before her, along with those who had helped usurp her.
Her eyes flicked over to see her King crumpled on the floor, and red bled into her eyes as undeniable fury rushed through her body, uncaring that her bandage prison was falling off and exposing the naked skin underneath.
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Cinder had dropped the crowbar that she had brought into the tomb, all pretenses gone, abject terror on her face. She knew that the others were the same and oh fuck they needed to get out of here!
Screams of panic made her chance a glance at her subordinates, seeing Mercuria, Melanie and Miltiades all caught in some soft of wrapping.
Screw this! She was not dying here like an idiot. Turning, despite the cries of her underlings, she started for the door, intent on getting away-
Only to crash face first into it, her nose making a resounding crack as it met the hard stone beneath her. Stunned from the pain, she barely noticed as the same wrapping around her underlings wrapped around her as well lifting her into the air and pulling her back towards the monster that had pulled itself free from the coffin.
Her body being turned around, she locked eyes with the monster, who stared smugly at her, before speaking in a language she couldn’t understand, before muffled shrieks escaped her mouth as ungodly pain set in, filling her body.
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Emerald smirked as Cindra, Cinder, struggled fiercely, panic setting in as her body began to slowly start changing, her skin getting darker, her hair starting to turn a shade of green, and her eyes beginning to bleed over into red, the curse that she applied taking affect. “Don’t worry, girl, you’ll get all the fame you believe you so richly deserve…just not in the way you wanted it~” her smile became cruel as she watched pain set in, as water was forcibly being pulled out of Cinder’s skin as the wrappings that had covered her body for so long wrapped around her.
Emerald shook her head as she looked up at her pleadingly. “No. Don’t look at me like that, not after everything you have done, in both your past and current life. You will get the fame you desire in this life by taking my place and becoming the Princess you always wanted to be in your previous life. A fitting punishment that you will be allowed to truly enjoy neither.” Emerald watched as light, and the moisture, left Cinder’s eyes with a squelching noise, her skin and hair becoming a dry, mummified version of her own.
As the woman stilled, Emerald pulled the sarcophagus that had held her prisoner for so many years closed, sealing it back shut and checking on the other prisoners. She smirked upon seeing that their own mummification was complete. She locked them in their own sarcophaguses, spelling them all to make the seals perfect.
Smiling to herself, she ignored the worthless knaves, now that her vengeance was complete, all she had to worry about was…
“My King…” she walked over to his crumpled form, using her magic to check his health. A quick healing spell healed the bump to his head, the anxiety leaving her as the contusion receded. She knelt next to him and lifted his head, cradling it against her chest, stroking her husband’s hair.
She could feel herself getting wet as she inhaled his scent, so fresh compared to the staleness of the tomb that had been her prison for so long…leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his temple. “Wake up, my King~” she cooed, her heart thumping hard in her chest as her eyes swam with tears at finally being reunited with him after so long…
“My King!” she noticed his eyes fluttering open and the beautiful blue that matched the sky and seas focus onto her, locking with her own eyes.
“Em-Emerald?” her heart beat fast as she heard him whisper her name, her loins getting hotter and more needy as she heard him say her name for the first time in forever.
She gave in and leaned down, kissing him fiercely on the lips, savoring actually being able to touch him for the first time in lifetimes.
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Jaune didn’t know when his pants had been removed. He had been kissing the beautiful woman, Emerald, this Princess, his wife, then the next thing he knew, his pants were gone and she was on his lap, her pussy swallowing his cock and clenching around it as the woman released the most guttural sounding moans that he had ever heard as she rode him.
He watched her ride him, her large breasts bouncing as she rolled her hips left and right, her arms behind her head as she stared down at him with a naughty smile on her lips. “We never got a chance to have our own child before it all happened, beloved…we must truly to make up for lost time~!”
Jaune groaned, his hands moving on their own and grabbing the cocoa colored hips as she worked her body upon him, bringing him to the heights of pleasure that he hadn’t ever truly felt, but still somehow recognized.
He knew that he wouldn’t last, he had been pent up and had been ignoring his own needs, and it was showing in his reactions, how he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting upwards into her, gasping and moaning underneath her gyrating body.
She smiled indulgently, lovingly, down at him, her cheeks flushed. “It’s okay, beloved~ I’m close as well…I’ve missed this so much~!” he could tell that she wasn’t lying; the walls of her pussy were rapidly flexing around his shaft, a testament to the fact that she, too, was almost at the edge.
The sound of their skin hitting one another echoed through the chamber, growing louder and louder as their frantic dance grew more and more intense, before their cries of pleasure filled the tomb, both achieving orgasmic bliss that radiated through their bodies.
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Emerald fell down upon the chest of her beloved, practically purring as her womb was filled with his thick, royal semen. Her fantasies from when they were still in the height of their power came back to her; imagining her belly swelling with his child, becoming a mother to the generation of Pharaohs…she snuggled against him, inhaling his scent of exotic spice, being comforted by the sound of his heartbeat and breathing, ragged as it was. But then, her own breathing was no better as she quivered upon him. “My King…” she hummed, feeling herself relax in a way that her body had been unable to while locked in the sarcophagus prison.
She knew that they would need to move soon, but for now? She was just going to enjoy having her husband, her King, close to her once more, for the first time in forever.
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It had been a whirlwind of activity, Jaune mused as he and Princess Emerald, now Emerald Sustrai, made their way up the walk to his family home.
They had, by some miracle, made it out of the tomb and back into his tent before anyone had awoken, and he had given her some of his clothes (and boy, did those practically fall off her with his larger frame), before he had enacted the plan that the two of them had come up with.
He had reported that the four had attempted to steal some of the relics to sell on the black market and had nearly taken a woman hostage in order to get away, Emerald having used some subtle magic to make the story more believable.
They had scoured the area, but thankfully had found nothing missing, and that the sarcophagi were still intact and undamaged. Reports were filed and warrants issued, with the ports and airports watched by police.
Jaune had felt bad on some level, making the police waste their time so, but there was no way they could explain that the four were currently locked in the sarcophagai and now mummies. At least not without being considered insane.
But, as it was, they had accepted Emerald there (again, with subtle use of magic) and had finished their job on the tomb, leaving them all cemented in the history books.
As they made their way home, Emerald refused to stray far from his side, examining everything around her with wonder, often talking to him in Ancient Egyptian, something that only they knew, although it certainly gave her a few strange looks by the locals and those on the airline that the university had scheduled them to ride home.
The flight wasn’t bad, though Emerald did refuse to let go of his hand from its death grip and kept her eyes closed, muttering over and over ‘if man was meant to fly, Ra would have given us wings’...not that he blamed her, really.
After they landed, they headed their separate ways, to their own homes. Though Jaune had gotten warning from Terra that his family had arrived and was setting up a party at his own home, so that would be interesting.
He knew that several of his sisters had cracked jokes that he was gay since he had never bothered dating, but well, it just turned out that he was waiting for the right person, it seemed.
Giving Emerald a smile, he tugged her close. “How do you feel about meeting my family? They’re at my home now in an attempt to surprise me.”
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Emerald smiled softly. In their previous lives, she had never been able to meet her husband’s mother or father, both of them having passed before they were married. “I’d love to meet your family, my King.” she curled up against him, not used to the cold during the day that seeped through the clothes that her husband had bought her.
She had marveled at how things had changed, but the clothes had changed an incredible amount during all the years she had been imprisoned, but she wasn’t going to complain about how the clothing market had changed…
…nor was she going to complain about how it was so easy to tease her King with the gauzy material that people called ‘lingerie’.
As they got into the mechanized carriage that drove them towards her husband’s, their, home, Emerald settled against him. She hadn’t been able to bear being away from him, even bathing with him, for fear of her awakening and finding him being a dream.
But it wasn’t. She was free, and those who had imprisoned her and murdered her husband before were now experiening their proper judgement.
Soon enough, we were pulling up to a modest home. Her King had informed her that things were different in this time, and well, he didn’t live in a palace like they had before she was imprisoned.
…though it was still very large. Already she could see them raising a family there, several children at their feet and teaching them their family history.
As they walked up the drive, her King carrying their bags, the luggage having been sent ahead of time to the house, Emerald found herself looking forward to what was to come.
As they entered to the raucous applause, Emerald glanced around the sea of similar looking members of the family, most of them female, though there was one that stunned her. “Ter-ah…” she whispered in shock, seeing her most loyal and trusted handmaiden there, next to the woman named ‘Saphron’.
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Terra Cotta-Arc, or Ter-ah Cottah, as she used to be known in a previous life, smiled, happy that she had managed to help right a wrong to her oldest friend and help her Pharaoh find his happiness.
And she was content in knowing that her friend and Princess had managed to get vengeance on those who had destroyed their happiness so long ago…
Now, it was time to reunite with her family and be happy once more.