As we sit helpless, chained down on our stone pedestals, the noise from below grows louder. Something scrapes against the stone, closing in, advancing in the dark hole.
A low hissing sound emanates, and I see what is in store for us: a small snake slithers out of the hole. It's bright orange with a white underbelly and black stripes on its head. Its head monitors the surroundings as its forked tongue licks the air.
My stomach stirs in anticipation and nervousness, and a drop of my juices falls onto the tongue of the snake. My nectar is slurped up as the tongue retreats into its mouth, immediately looking up at me, like getting my scent.
"W-why does it have to be snakes!?" Iris struggles on her seat, shiny-scaled friends slithering up the pedestal and onto her thighs.
"I- I don't know-! Hhhgh-!" The snake's slippery but rough body caresses my inner thigh, its tiny forked tongue gingerly brushing my entrance like a spring breeze. "D-don't go in there-!"
Before I can fully finish my sentence, it plunges head first into my vagina, as if waiting for my words of protest. Its slender body is slurped up by my greedy pussylips like a noodle at an Asian restaurant. "G-gahh-!" Its body slithers inside of me, easily navigating my pre-lubricated canals, bursting into my womb that feels like it can't hold any more.
A great stirring, a war breaks out inside, the bustling visible on my stomach's skin. The scarabs start to flee out of my womb, popping out one after another, falling out like leaping off a cliff. Unfortunately for them, they fall short one after the other, plunging into the black abyssal hole of the pedestal.
"I think the snake... Ah-! I-it's eating them?"
"Y-yeah, ughh, I feel it too!" Iris groans, leaning back on her seat, completely supported by the leg restraints. Her face is like a sunset, and her body trembles, unable to stay still.
Even more snakes slither up and around my body, joining their hunting brethren inside my body, though some seem to smell the stowaways in my breasts. I lean back, allowing them to climb my body more easily. Their tongues start to lick my nipples, feeling them, lapping them gently. Gradually, the arousal spreads my inflated breasts' nipples wide open once more.
The serpent's head dives inside my tit like greased lightning, only to come to a sudden halt. Its long body whips around in the air as it tries to wiggle further inside. The scarabs stir, trying to escape past the snake, but it has me firmly plugged. The snake's body gets slightly thicker as it gorges on the scarabs, emptying out my breast, but at the same time, falling further inside, taking up the space it frees.
"Hahh-!" My other boob meets the same fate, from both of my nipples, long snake bodies swing in the air, forcing pleasurable gasps and reactions from my body, their momentum shaking me like strong winds. The sensation is immaculate, living creatures filling me, insects escaping, snakes racing to catch them, in my womb, and my boobs at the same time.
The scarab flood strengthens, and some of the snakes stop to wait at my entrance, trying to catch the prey but missing most of the time. Some go after their meal, back into the pedestal's hole.
More and more snakes go hunting in my expanded womb, and the nipple snakes completely disappear inside my breasts.
"Aaah- haah-!" I pant, my whole body conforming to the movement of the snakes within. My mind is going blank, my jaw shaking, and eyes flickering.
As my breathing grows ragged, my insides start to rhythmically pulse, and I arc back in a sudden movement. My head is filled with thoughts of the snakes and scarabs using me as they will, my pussy a highway for their race. My womb their battleground and my tits food stores for the snakes that slithered inside without any hurry to get out.
"Ghaahh-!" I orgasm, and my birthing starts, my juices and water breaking, slathering onto the sides of the stone pedestal and falling into the hole. A waterfall of snakes and scarabs flows out into the abyss below.
"AAaagh!" Iris shouts and shakes, giving birth as well. However, unlike for me, her small breasts keep the snakes halfway out, endlessly squirming, trying to fit inside. What a sensation she must have.
Both of our bellies start to get back to their usual sizes. Sweat pours down my forehead, and I let my head hang forward. The snakes in my boobs seem to have eaten all of the scarabs, but don't seem to be coming out. It's like they're taking a nap inside, relaxing in the moisture and warmth of my breasts.
My womb feels so empty now, only one snake remaining inside. I feel it slither in circles until a new weight is laid in my womb. "Ahh... I-Iris... the snake... it's... laying eggs inside me..." The eggs feel small, about half of a chicken's.
"H-aah... F-Floret... m-me too..." Iris gasps as her nipple snakes finally pop out, having purged the insides of her breasts. Then, almost in sync, our womb snakes leave and fall into the hole, too.
The two drowsy ones in my breasts still remain, I shake my boobs and finally they stir. They quickly lay eggs inside before escaping, leaving my tits taut and stretched, making them feel heavier than with any insect eggs before.
Thank god they left. I don't know what I would have done if they didn't...
Ah... my tits are so tight... almost as big as Jas-, I mean, Mary's now...
Our restraints clack open, but neither of us moves an inch; we are too exhausted, too high on ecstasy to move.
However, the sound of a section of the wall descending ahead infuses Iris with the energy to stand up.
"Come on, Floret, let's go..." Iris picks up her phone, which still shines its light, and extends a hand to me.
My weak and shaking hand takes hers. Our grip is clammy but firm, and with her help, I get on my feet. "Thanks," I exhale with barely parted lips.
Hand in hand, with short steps, we venture through the open door, finding stairs. It's an endless staircase of yellow-brown sandstone, and with heavy steps, we start the ascent. Around us are intricately carved hieroglyphs and murals, telling us we're still moving forward, making progress toward something. I lack the mental capacity and focus to try and comprehend them at this moment. The sense of direction and progress their existence provides is enough to keep me putting one exhausted foot after the other.
"Floret... I see the end of the stairs!"
I look up from my feet to see a faint light up ahead.
We find some final pep in our step, and we race up the stairs.
Please, let this be...! Let us out!
We break out into a wider space, the stone floor covered in sparse sand. I fall onto all fours, the hard surface pressing uncomfortably against my knees and hands.
"Huff... huff..." Gasping for breath, I notice a stone tile beneath my hand that presses down. The way we came from starts to close with the triggering of the pressure plate.
"Where... where are we?"
I collapse onto the ground and roll onto my back. There's a bridge a few meters above, made out of wooden planks.
"I... I..." Iris's chest heaves up and down as she lies next to me. "I think we're back."
The tunnel looks similar to the ones we had been in before, and the woodwork of the bridge looks new. Faint light shimmers on the other side of the bridge.
We hear faraway, faint words: "Khentkaus- her family-"
"T-that's Miss Anning's voice!" I shout and meet Iris' gaze, tears of relief shining in the corners of her eyes.
All of a sudden, I feel self-conscious and cold. "Maybe we should put on some clothes now..."
Iris sits up on the sand, her naked form and bare buttocks against the sandy stone floor. "Yeah... quickly, before they arrive."
We put on our dresses, and I help Iris with her more complicated outfit, adjusting the cloth straps that cross over her chest. We look each other over, and try to freshen up, to not look like we've been squirming in the sand, orgasming, and giving birth.
Feeling like we've done our all, we begin waiting underneath the bridge. Soon, steps start to echo, growing closer and closer. The bridge's wooden planks start creaking, and with each approaching step, sand falls down the cracks.
Then, a light shines through the plank's gaps straight at us.
"Iris, Floret? Is that you?"
"Oh, h-hi."
Miss Anning looks down at us through the cracks and then peers over the bridge's flimsy wooden beam railing.
"How'd you get ahead of us?"
"Uh... we walked?"
"Sorry, we were feeling a bit adventurous," Iris says.
She looks at us incredulously for moments that seem to drag on forever before she finally shakes her head. "Oh, whatever, just don't do it again, alright? It's not safe to wander around, you might get lost."
"Noted," I say, bowing my head. "We're sorry for the trouble..." Miss Anning definitely has that same teacher energy as Thorndal does. I feel guilty already, despite technically doing nothing wrong.
"Well, get up from there, and let's continue. Students, this is why it's important to listen to instructions, even though we've mapped this tomb as well as we could-" Anning starts leading the students ahead, who look at us curiously as they pass.
The edge of the pit isn't too far from the bridge's level, and with the help of some jutting out stones, we manage to climb up.
The teacher's voice echoes from ahead as we start to follow the group, dead last.
"As I was saying about the great mysteries of this step tomb, the sarcophagus of Khentkaus has never actually been found, leading to much conjecture-"
"Psst- Iris... Do you think that was...?"
"S-surely not... And it's not like we can tell anyone... they'd ask too many questions." Iris brushes over her stomach.
"Right. I'm sure they'll find it on their own eventually."
***
The sun is setting, and Mary gets out of a taxi in front of the hotel. The driver comes to help her with the numerous bags, filled with paperback books, DVDs, and boxes containing plastic figurines.
