The sun was slowly setting over the desert of this inhospitable island, bathing the pyramid in its orange and gold lights. His team taking advantage of the welcome shade offered by the temple, the man took off his beret and wiped the sweat that trickled from his forehead as he observed the two cyclopean statues that framed the colossal entrance. Each represented a woman with ophidian features, their gaze directed towards the horizon. Both were naked, except for the jewels they wore, and were holding hands just below the frontispiece adorned with two intertwined ouroboros engraved in stone.
For a moment the gaze of the archaeologist was lost in admiring the perfect shapes of the statues, dwelling on their hermaphrodite attributes, admiring the work of the artist who had brought them to life many centuries earlier. Coming back to reality, he beckoned the men to follow him, and plunged into the darkness of this mausoleum to the glory of forgotten gods.
His flashlight was beginning to show signs of fatigue, and the two men who had managed to stay alive despite the traps that had awaited them were having a hard time containing the shivers that shook their bodies. Suppressing a shudder, he looked around the room they had just entered, illuminating the carved stone pillars that surrounded a pool filled with liquid shimmering in the dim light emitted by the torches. Another thrill of excitement ran through him.
Finally! He had just found the tomb of Tymeria, last queen of the island of Nyyssia, and high warrior priestess of Wadjet. Behind the pool he then discerned the object of his research for years, for which he had given up everything. The red marble tomb engraved with hieroglyphics awaited him on the other side.
He sounded out each slab of the ground in front of him with the end of his cane, treading carefully to the edge, and holding his lamp between his teeth, pulled out a knife. Stinging his palm with the tip, he forced a few drops of blood into the pool, holding his breath. A few moments later, the drops slowly transformed into several small scarlet snakes which began to crawl towards the sarcophagus.
Then a slight tremor ran through the room, accompanied by a scraping and the lid fell to the ground, raising the centuries-old dust of the place. The torches shot down suddenly, and he heard the short cry of terror from the two men behind him, then no more noise. Only a faint barely perceptible hiss and two little green lights, before suddenly, the pool ignites revealing the thousand-years-old queen who stood in front of the sarcophagus.
The resemblance to the statues at the entrance was striking. Her slender, perfectly shaped figure seemed to wave in the red light of the flames. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, falling over her loins, framing a mature but yet youthful, fine-featured face, swaying slightly from side to side. Her serpentine emerald green eyes gleaming as they stared at the archaeologist preventing him from making the slightest move.
She dropped the long sword with the pommel in the shape of a cobra's head, and advanced slowly, seeming to glide on the ground through the flames, and planted herself in front of the poor man petrified with admiration and terror mingled. He had just enough time to distinguish the statuesque bodies of his men before Tymeria seized him by the waist to kiss him languidly.
He then lost himself in the delights of this soft skin, these wild and heady smells, unable to make the slightest gesture as she undressed him. He felt the wet warmth of her mouth around his cock, the hot caress of her fingers on his skin. She then laid him on the ground, and he wanted to moan with pleasure when she began to ride him without any restraint, herself letting out louder and louder hisses of ecstasy, until he exploded in her, filling her with his seed. And then the black out.
Exhausted, he regained consciousness a few minutes later, lying on the cold stone and took a few seconds to realize what had happened. He got up with difficulty, and then saw that the burial chamber was empty. Only the statues of the two men who had accompanied him remained there, frozen in an expression of incredulous terror. No trace of Tymeria. Picking up his satchel and lamp, he stepped out into the starlight, shivering in the cold desert wind.
Somewhere in the middle of the dunes, the silhouette of a woman swayed, dragging a sword behind her. She was still a little weak, but felt drawn irrevocably west, far west, the image of a strange city in her mind.
Tymeria is an ancient queen, warrior and priestress of the snake goddess Wadjet. She is not a bad person, but the world has evolved since her time, and she still need to adapt, especially to this new strange futuristic city that is Erocity.
Standing about 1m70, looking in her early 30's, she usually wears a long, tight dress with a bare back, made in a thin red snakeskin leather, a gold pendant with the effigy of a cobra with emerald eyes around her neck.
As a RP character, I'll play mostly Classic and Hentai with any kind of respectful people. Hermaphrodite so can play as girl or trans and she's a switchy dom hard to tame. Bets and rules are okay.
My limits are pretty straightforward:
> Pain (more than spanks) on myself, and hard pain on others.
> Bathroom play.
> Harsh humiliation.
> Chocking.
> Medical stuff makes me unconfortable.
> Mommy/Daddy's play.
> Anything related to dolls, clowns and spiders.
As for my kinks, I let a bit of mistery , the tags are telling already a lot.
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