When a well-endowed archaeologist uncovers an ancient Egyptian queen's tomb, she discovers that some treasures are meant to be experienced rather than exhibited.
Contains: Human Futanari, Female Mummy, 1930s, Supernatural Elements, Huge Cock (16 inches), Gigantic Breasts, Huge Ass, Extremely Curvaceous, Implied Reincarnation, Historical Fantasy, Vaginal Sex, Blowjob, Cowgirl Position, Stomach Bulge
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Amira squinted against the harsh light of the Egyptian sun. Her gloved hand shielded her eyes as she surveyed the work below, wind blowing sand every which way, covering everything - and everyone - in a fine layer of grit. Despite the harsh conditions, the men worked tirelessly to uncover what she hoped would be the discovery of a lifetime.
"Mademoiselle Farid!" came a shout, barely audible through the sounds about her. "I believe we may have found something!"
The egyptologist grabbed her notes and sprinted down the path down to the worksite, an eager grin spreading across her features. At thirty-three, she'd seen her fair share of excavations, but this felt like nothing else.
"Well then," she said, fixing her ponytail and rearranging her wide-brimmed hat. She wiped the grin from her face, wanting to appear as professional as one could be, especially given the opinions most people held of educated women. Following the Great War, many women had begun pursuing careers of their own, despite the roadblocks laid before them by men who clung desperately to their outdated notions of a woman's place.
Amira had fought tooth and nail for her position, weathering snide remarks about her gender and patronizing dismissals of her abilities.
Little did those men know, however, that Amira was packing more heat between their legs than any of her professors - thrice over, most likely. The thought brought a smug grin to her lips.
And now, here she was, faced with a discovery that could change the very foundations of her field.
Such thoughts, however, were soon blown away (along with her hat) by the unrelenting desert winds. "What have you found, Étienne?" Amira asked, approaching the source of the call. Despite them both speaking French and having studied at Sorbonne, they tended to speak English amongst themselves so they could still be understood by those researchers from other universities that had accompanied them.
"Here, Mademoiselle Farid," he said, pointing to a spot, cleared of sand. Small tarps had been erected all about it to block the sand from covering it again. "The markings."
The man's excitement was palpable, his typically neatly brilliantined hair a disheveled mess filled with sand.
Amira knelt down, knees sinking into the soft sand before the stone. Immediately, she spotted the hieroglyphs, unlike any she'd ever seen. "Incredible..." she breathed, looking over her notes to try and decipher the text.
"Here lies..." Amira's voice trailed off as she focused on the hieroglyphs, checking her notes to make sure she was deciphering them correctly, finger gently tracing the ancient symbols as she did so.
"... Queen Nefertani, Wisest and Most Beautiful of All."
She frowned, eyes falling upon a series of symbols she'd never encountered before. Amira's frown deepened as she studied the unfamiliar symbols. "Étienne, have you ever seen anything like this?" she asked.
The Frenchman leaned in, his face but a few inches from Amira, allowing her to study his handsome features. She bit her lower lip slightly, trying to dismiss those thoughts and remain focused on the task at hand. She'd never made a move, afraid that her cock might scare the man away.
"Non, Mademoiselle Farid," Étienne replied, yanking her from that reverie. "They're unlike anything I have ever seen. None of my books have any such inscriptions in them..." he pondered, straightening and cupping his chin pensively.
"It's as if they're a combination of traditional hieroglyphs and... something else. Something older..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her finger traced the symbols again, and a strange, tingling sensation ran through her arm as she did so. The sensation was oddly familiar, like a half-remembered dream. As the sensation passed through her, she continued reading the hieroglyphs, much to Étienne's amazement.
Other workers had begun gathering around, eager to see what the discovery was.
To Amira, reading the symbols seemed as natural as reading the morning paper. "It continues... Queen Nefertani awaits the return of her beloved, whose soul traverses time."
The egyptologist frowned. "Unusual. Even for a tomb inscription."
Étienne nodded. "Metaphorical, perhaps? Though your mastery of these hieroglyphs is..."
"There's more. 'She whose heart beats in rhythm with the past shall unlock the Queen's future,'" Amira said, staring at the symbols for a while. As she spoke the words, an odd sensation began in her chest, as if her own heart was trying to match some rhythm. For a moment, she thought the excitement and heat of the day had claimed her and she would die of a heart attack before figuring out what all of this meant.
As the awful sensation continued, she clutched at her chest, groaning for a moment.
"Amira!" Étienne said, kneeling next to her. "Are you well? Shall I call the doctor?"
Before she could answer, however, her heart's beating returned to normal, and a gust of wind ripped through the excavation site, sending sand swirling about them. The tarp above them flapped violently and, for a moment, it seemed Amira's world was nothing but sand, and she lost sight of Étienne.
The voices of men and women would be drowned out by the wind as she felt herself being carried off.
All was still when Amira regained consciousness. Then, suddenly, Amira burst from the mound of sand within which she'd been buried, gasping for air, sitting up abruptly.
"Blech! Pfffft...!" she sputtered, coughing and spitting out mouthfuls of sand. Her eyes, wide with surprise, darted around as she tried to figure out just where she was. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings, for she was no longer at the dig site, but deep within some egyptian tomb.
Her immediate reflex was too look upwards, but she saw no hole through which she could have fallen, the ceiling made entirely of large sandstone bricks.
The walls around her were adorned with intricate hieroglyphs and vivid murals, illuminated by an eerie, pulsating light that seemed to emanate from the chamber itself. As her hazel eyes traveled along the walls, Amira felt her breath hitch.
Depicted on the walls were scenes of unmatched debauchery, with the impossibly voluptuous Queen Nefertani at the center of it all. Next to her stood another woman, her curves far less exaggerated, though her immense cock stood long and proud above the Queen.
The Queen's enormous, gravity-defying tits seemed to be rendered with detail enough to make Amira chuckle, as those who had worked upon the walls made obvious what part of their Queen they preferred. They had even added two small pebbles where the Queen's nipples would have been.
Amira felt her cock twitch at the sight of the lewd murals, and she slowly stood, as if to stop her mind from wandering too far into images of ancient profligacy. She brushed as much sand from her clothes as possible, though removing the grains that clung to her skin was far more difficult. The sweat that covered her skin made removing sand a sure nightmare, and she quickly abandoned that project, intent on finding a way out of the odd tomb.
Unnatural light aside, something was off about the place, she felt, and her cock never quite ceased its twitching as she began moving through the sand-strewn corridors. Absent-mindedly, Amira readjusted her trousers, in the hopes of offering her third leg some breathing room.
The mazelike halls of the place were impossible to navigate, she soon realized. Perhaps, she thought, if she followed the left wall, she would find the exit, despite the fact that she'd been transported there by some magical wind.
No, not magical. Everything had a scientific explanation to it. Magic was for children's tales. She put a hand to the wall on her left and continued her trek through the labyrinthine halls, most being little over five feet wide and eight feet tall.
The cramped space made her feel slightly claustrophobic, a sensation rarely felt in her line of work. Amira had to stoop slightly to avoid scraping her head at times.
"Merde, merde..." Amira mumbled as she wandered through the corridors. They all looked the same with nary a distinctive feature. All had walls covered in absolutely pornographic artwork of the queen "spending time" with countless subjects. "By all that is holy," she muttered, wondering how she'd even gotten into this mess. People didn't just teleport into long-lost tombs randomly, did they?
Hours seemed to pass, and still no sign of an exit made itself known to her. Worry soon gave way to panic and Amira found herself walking faster, trying to find any clue as to how she could leave the accursed tomb. Panic, however, is no friend to rational thought, however, and she quickly found herself thinking without actually observing. So wrapped up in her own thoughts was she that she barely registered the great, ornate door that now stood before her.
The egyptologist blinked.
Amira paused for a moment, her heart racing, and her breathing ragged. Her brow furrowed, she tried to regain control of herself. What if this was it? What she had come down here for? Why she had traveled miles and miles, from France to Egypt? By boat and by car, over sea and dune...
If she didn't make it out, at least she would have accomplished
that
goal, she acknowledged with bittersweet resolve.
And so, she pushed against the beautifully decorated doors. They seemed, at a glance, far too heavy for her to move. Yet, much to her surprise, they yielded with an ease that belied their massive appearance. A soft grinding noise echoed through the corridor as the doors slowly swung inward, revealing the chamber beyond.
The room that greeted her was vast, with a ceiling lost in the shadows up above. There were no visible light sources, yet, like most other places in this tomb, it was bathed in an ethereal, ambient glow. At its center stood an ornate sarcophagus, vertical and facing the entrance. Its golden surface shimmered with the room's unexplainable light.
Every step taken stirred up small clouds of dust, heretofore undisturbed.
As she approached the sarcophagus, Amira's trained eye caught sight of inscriptions along its sides. Unlike any she'd ever seen, they were a mix of familiar hieroglyphs and symbols she couldn't even begin to decipher, far removed even from the strange ones she'd seen on the surface.
Before she knew what she was doing, she was reaching out to it and, as her fingertips made contact with the cool golden lid, the room began to spin.
The light about her flared suddenly before disappearing completely, plunging the room into complete and utter darkness. She felt herself falling or, perhaps, floating, unable to tell up from down. That sensation soon faded and she found herself in a field of reeds, watching the sun set upon the Nile.
