The heat was sweltering, and Akriel let out a heavy breath. She wondered if she was going to keel over. Shading her eyes, she squinted up into the sun and tried to peel her shirt away from her chest. The cotton wasn't being very cooperative. It seemed to think that being so soaked with sweat that it was now almost transparent meant that it should cling to her for dear life so perhaps it would be mistaken for skin and not sweated on any more. Blinking wearily, she tried to remember how long they'd been out here. Then, glancing back to make sure the latest tidbits were safe with the rest, she brushed some damp strands of long, black hair back over her shoulder and made her way back down the long hallway under the earth and into the tomb she'd been helping excavate.
"At least," she thought as she wandered past the hieroglyphs, "if I do keel over, I'm in the right place for it." She never saw the dark eyes watching her from under heavy brows as she vanished below the ground.
Ferris Lapointe licked his lips as the young woman disappeared again, but it wasn't the swell of those tight buttocks straining her khaki shorts he was thinking about. He cursed under his breath.
"Damn them. Damn them!"
He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his wet, blond hair. This should have been his dig! He just knew there was something important in this one. He was sure of it. And they stole it right out from under him. Stalking angrily over to the table, he browsed through some of the pieces they'd brought up already. They weren't spectacular, but they weren't too shabby either, and they were just the first, the tip of the iceberg.
Glaring towards the tunnel, Ferris wedged his hat back on his head. Well, he'd show them. He knew that they'd hit some sort of impasse and that most of the students working the site were in town, some 30km away; only the professor and Akriel were in there. And professor Stanley wasn't really too bright. He relied on his attractive student. Hand straying to the waist of his pants, fingering the butt of his gun, an evil smile crept over his face. Well, he'd have the glory one way or another... and perhaps the girl as well.
Peering through the gloom, the brunette stumbled along, idly staring at the carvings and ancient paintings lining the walls. With only every third or fourth light on it was almost creepy. She could hear the professor up ahead, the faint sounds of him still trying to figure out the bizarre puzzle that would open the door to the (suspected) great chamber beyond. Suddenly she felt a sharp stab of pain in her foot. With a gasp, Akriel hobbled to a stop. Wincing, she pulled her shoe off and dumped several angular pebbles out of it. Sometimes she regretted her interest in this stuff. Pulling off her other shoe while she was at it, her eyes caught the pictures on the wall and the stone floor beneath her bare feet was momentarily forgotten.
"How could anyone draw in this light?" she wondered, eyes narrowing in puzzlement as a set of characters held her attention.
"In this light that looks almost obscene," she mumbled, peering closer. "Is she...?"
Brushing her hair back over her shoulder, Akriel was almost sure that a priestess was making it with... a bodyguard standing up. Finding that the artists, like artists everywhere seemed to have a sense of humour and had hidden pieces that turned a scene of every day humdrum into a page from the Kama Sutra was odd enough, but, why was she doing it with a guard and not the pharaoh? A spiked circle was drawn around the guard and in the semi-gloom the priestess looked like she had her legs wrapped around his waist and was hanging off him, clinging to his shoulders with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her thoughts drifted to the two bodyguards that stood facing each other in the main room; stone guardians in eternal watch. But, that didn't make any sense, unless... . She ran, not walked, to the main room, cursing herself for forgetting her shoes as she found some stray bits of rock.
As she burst breathlessly into the chamber her eyes instantly fell on the professor. He was sitting on the floor, slumped in the corner. Throat tightening, she cautiously approached him, all kinds of fears leaping to mind. You couldn't put her relief into words as she got close enough to see his chest slowly rise and fall and heard his light snoring. Crouching beside him to make sure he was all right, the cute brunette smiled; he'd probably just worked himself to exhaustion. Eyes drifting up to one of the room's silent sentinels, she was glad this meant he wouldn't see her about to make a fool of herself.
Swallowing hard, she stood and crossed the room, eyes fixed on the guard as though he would spring to life and do something terrible to her just for looking at him. He was tall and powerful, features stern and forbidding. All they'd given him for clothing was a kilt, sandals, and a pair of bracers. They hadn't even given him a weapon, not that he looked like he really needed one. Licking her lips nervously, Akriel felt this must surely be one of the most idiotic things she'd considered doing recently. But, she had to try it; the professor sure wasn't getting anywhere fast. Glancing anxiously up at the guardian's face, she stepped up onto the pedestal with him and slipped her hands over his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, the student hopped up onto the unresisting statue, wrapping her legs around his waist. She let out a surprised shriek and almost lost her grip to tumble onto her ass on the hard stone floor as the whole thing shifted slightly. Hanging on as tight as she could, she peeked down towards the floor. She couldn't see anything out of place. Swallowing her heart, she bounced firmly down against the statue, driving her crotch against the unyielding stone. Nothing happened. Giving it another fierce hump, her eyes flew wide. She was sure she felt something that time! The statue had shifted slightly beneath her. Looking down at the floor, she saw some dust gather in a ring around the base of the pedestal.
"Yessss!" she hissed.
Mind racing, Akriel started vigorously bouncing up and down on the statue, thrusting herself against it like she hadn't seen a man in months. Panting, she soon found herself beginning to tire, but every other bounce drove the pedestal that much lower into the floor. Sweat dripping from her forehead, the young archaeologist leaned back, hanging at arm's length from the stone guard. She stared at the ceiling and felt she knew exactly why the priestess was drawn in this position: because she thought she might die before ever getting this thing to budge more than an inch. She wondered whether she'd have enough energy to actually see what the whole point of this was, and her movements slowed to grinding her hips against the stone. To her surprise, it dawned on her that this was working a hell of a lot better than bouncing had been. She didn't know why, but every wriggle of her hips eased the statue that much further into the floor, where trying to force it had barely helped at all.
Fired with new resolve, she hoped her arms held out. Black hair swaying with her movements, Akriel squirmed against the rock. Her breath drove through her deep and slow, and despite herself she soon became aware of her pussy rubbing against the sentinel's stone kilt. A warmth spread through her that took her mind off her arms, and she started to see some fun in her experiment. As the dampness spread through her shorts and moistened the stone she forgot about everything except her need. She hadn't realized how horny she'd been until the sound of her own whimpers penetrated her ears. The coolness of the tomb was glaring as it touched the building heat of her body, the bulge beneath that kilt as she ground herself against it was so delicious, the strong hands gripping her ass amazing. Strong hands!? Her eyes sprang open and she screamed, throwing herself backwards onto the floor. She wound up doing a somersault and landing face down on her belly. Pulse racing, she groaned and slowly looked up strong legs, over a blue and gold kilt, across a rippling belly and the heavy pads of a tough chest, into deep, dark eyes. He grinned at her. Akriel could only stammer incoherently.
