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If you had the same chance to unearth a new mummy for the first time, you might have fallen prey to the same mistakes as Revel.

The sergal wasn't trying to be careless when he stepped into the burial chambers. Just to keep his wits about him in such a chilling atmosphere: tall, echoing ceilings that were riddled with cobwebs, a darkness that extended in every direction beyond his torch, the distant creaking of massive bricks settling around him...everything about the scenario would have been haunting, if he wasn't already so thrilled.

"They said that the extra portion of the map was just a dead end, but...they'll be the ones eating their words when I come back with evidence of the final resting place of an undiscovered Pharaoh," Revel declared, his voice triumphant even before the final move had been made. "To think that so many other explorers knew that this was here, and they just left it as a wild goose chase!"

The map was old and tattered enough that it would be easy for even the most skilled topographic reader to struggle with interpreting it, but Revel was dedicated in his studies and equally stubborn in his adventurous nature.

He was flooded with such energy that he'd stepped right into the burial chamber without stopping to check the walls or floors for traps; thus far, fate seemed to be on his side, but there was no telling what he'd actually discover when he pushed the lid away from the sarcophagus.

It was entirely possible that the burial chamber belonged to a servant or a temple guard, but even if that was the case, the fact that it was a new discovery would send Revel skyrocketing through the ranks of other explorers that decided to declare the hidden pathway a dead end.

As if they all knew something he didn't, he surged ahead, cocksure that he'd be the one to share that discovery with the world...but when he pulled his smartphone from his pocket and loaded up the camera, something was already amiss.

"Come on...c-come on! Switch to night mode," he fussed with the device, cursing that technology would prove the old adage: it was always convenient, until it was entirely inconvenient. "There's no way this picture is gonna turn out without a little back light!"

Looking through the other side of the lens and setting up the shot from a distance, Revel felt goosebumps crawl across every inch of his skin as the ancient chamber rattled.

Very suddenly, the utter stillness of the room was alive with an ethereal force, pushing grains of sand out of the cracks in old, tired bricks. Those tiny, shimmering grains gathered between his boots, marking out strange patterns on the floor, unlike any symbols Revel had ever seen in his study of ancient Egyptian culture.

Panic set in within the second breath, but he tried his best to cling to the knowledge that there was no such thing as a living mummy, and further still that the pyramids around him were prone to louder, frightening sounds as settling and erosion forced shifts that seemed invisible to the naked eye, but made quite the powerful, echoing sound.

"Just a coincidence," he said, his voice that much more rapid the second time: "It's just a coincidence, Revel. Relax."

A mantra wouldn't have been enough to calm his nerves either way, but he could already feel his chest growing tight, before the grains of sand shifted into a new, but easily recognizable symbol.

Upon those ancient bricks, the shape of an arrow formed, drawing his eyes to the edge of the sarcophagus, just in time to watch the lid slide over the opposite edge and onto the floor.

Gilded stone landed with such a heavy THUNK that Revel threw his paws up to cover his ears, worrying that the sound might have left him deaf--the room spinning around him as he sunk into panic would have been bad enough--but there was a rattling that followed, and the sound of air being pushed from below that cover told him that his hearing remained.

He was sure he could feel his heartbeat all the way in his ears when a set of dainty fingertips reached over the edge of the opened coffin.

"You there...kindly mortal..."

"Oh, fuck me."

Another set of digits came up next to the first hand, and under the grip of those slender, seemingly gentle fingertips, the side of the sarcophagus cracked.

"You, who had the bravery and wit to come and seek me out...I have you to thank for being stirred awake from my eternal slumber."

The voice rattled around the room, assaulting Revel's ears from every conceivable direction.

"Do not cower before me now, brave adventurer. You came seeking great fortune and renown, did you not?"

Revel was simply taking up the mantle of an explorer during one of his summer trips, but he'd gone full bore into the activity and taken it a bit too far.

Now that he was in too deep, he was starting to wonder if he'd ever see Tina or Vivian again...or if they would have any understanding of what happened to him when a missing persons report matched up with his body in an Egyptian tomb.

"I, well...I...I was trying to find something new ," Revel confessed that much, but the living mummy was the first person to ask about his motivations, beyond proving the other explorers he'd met wrong. "I think I did, but you...uh...h-how are you speaking my language, exactly?"

"I can do much more than match your tongue, adventurer."

Pulling herself up and over the edge of the sarcophagus, the partially wrapped mummy cracked the sides of her burial coffin with ease, crushing larger stone into tiny pebbles without intention or effort.

"I was buried with the promise that I would someday see the light of the living world again, but that only the greatest of fortunes would grant me such a fate," the voice continued to echo, but it became softer and sweeter with every passing word, as if the mummy was attuning herself to the desires of the panicked sergal. "But my faith in Anubis has been rightfully rewarded, and you...you are the one who made it all possible."

Partially draped in the ancient wraps that preserved her body, the mummified queen lifted herself further over the edge, allowing Revel to see the decidedly sharp muzzle of a jackal; praying to Anubis was certain to have certain side effects, but doing so with the level of dedication and intensity of the fallen queen meant an appearance that visually resembled the very beast that she'd pined after.

"With all due respect, your, uhm...your highness?"

"That will do, as a title. Priestess Malikat was my name, when I was among the world of the living the first time."

"Understood," Revel tripped over his words, already forgetting to use the honorific title. "Your highness, I, uhm...what exactly did I do to help free you from this tomb?"

"You defied the orders of the heretics that once defied me ," she explained, her tone venomous and brief. "Those who would have seen me sleep for eternity, entombed me with such an intention, and surely gave their descendants the same orders...they ensured that no one would ever dare to dig any deeper into the bowels of this pyramid, but you; you, of a brave heart and endless curiosity, have broken their spell over me, just as Anubis promised."

Tresses of raven hair spilled between her eyes with such vibrant life that they would have shimmered, had there been enough light to properly illuminate her. From behind the gaps in those unkempt locks, a pair of amber eyes stared through and pierced into the very soul of the sergal, as though she were gifted with a sense of clairvoyance in her own tomb.

"And as he instructed, it is only right and just that I properly reward the hero that freed me with their bravery...though...in my current state, I have very little to give."

She wasn't afraid of stating the obvious, though her body told the story a little bit better as she came the rest of the way up and over the side of the sarcophagus.

Though her bandages still clung to her body in haphazard patterns and dangled from her wrists, there was little need for her cover: in the gaps between, Revel could clearly see the shape of a young, seemingly healthy woman, untouched by the passage of time. Fur of darker brown wrapped around her overcoat, and upon the slivers of her exposed underbelly, patches of something softer, between sand and cream, begged for his attention.

"You really, really don't have to," Revel countered, trying his best to smile in the dimly lit chamber. "Honest! I was just trying to find something that hadn't been discovered before, and that's a reward unto itself, right?"

As much as her partially exposed body was giving him reason to be flustered for a new reason entirely, Revel was still too busy coming to terms with the fact that the mummy was alive , before giving even a hint of a thought to the fact that her bandages were dropping further and further away from her naked figure.

"Do not be so modest, young man. For the first time in thousands of years, I feel the air of the outside world kissing my skin, brushing through my fur...the rush of warmth flowing through my chest as new blood courses through my veins...do you know how easily we take these things for granted when we feel them every day?"

His jaw was nearly gaping, but Revel did his best to nod. "Yeah, t-that...sounds...r-right."

"...For being such a brave explorer, you seem to have a problem with your words, young man. Do I intimidate you?"

There was no sense in lying to her: no one would be around to call him out on the way that he'd reacted, and even if they had been present, he couldn't imagine someone blaming him for struggling to stay conscious and breathing.

"I see...I suppose it would be frightening to see someone come out of a sarcophagus if you were under the impression that they'd been dead for a couple millennia," Malikat realized. "Perhaps it took all of your bravery just to come this far, and I've reached the bottom of your well..."

Once more, Revel nodded, but he could feel the blood leaving his feet and rushing back through his body anew, as he started to adjust to the calm and kindly nature of the revived priestess.

"Then you're not just an explorer; you're a hero , having rescued my immortal soul from the abyss," she claimed, hoping to bolster his spirits. "And whatever reward I had planned for you would surely have been underwhelming...but what more can I do for you like this?"

As the bandages fell from her figure and draped over the side of the sarcophagus, Malikat gave herself the best idea she could fathom, knowing full well that Anubis had granted her at least a few of the abilities he'd promised.

Immortality was just the tip of the iceberg, but Revel was the perfect target to test her new skills on, as she lifted her wrist, pointed her fingers toward the sergal, and watched the tired, tattered bandages extend toward him.

"Have you any suggestions before I exact a hero's reward into your body, young man?"

Seeing the bandages come toward him once more, Revel's body filled with such a chill that he noticed his blood pumping for the first time, as though ice was spreading throughout his limbs.

"You don't have t-

"I will not ask again, and I will not repeat myself again. Do not push your luck, young man..."

With the last of the older bandages falling away from her body, the jackal revealed her full, naked glory to the sergal, climbing over the edge of her coffin. She stood just an inch or so taller, but her body wasn't just filled with the strength of her musculature: there was something supernatural occurring behind the glow of her sharpened, amber gaze.

"I guess I don't have any ideas," Revel confessed, though, his mind was starting to drift toward the body of the priestess for the first time, unable to ignore her full, inviting curves from such a distance. "Your presence is a greater gift than I could have asked for, honestly."

"...You're sweet, sincere, and...obnoxiously pure ," she replied, her lips thinning slightly. "When a woman hasn't been touched in hundreds of years and she's throwing herself at you, how many signals do you need before you get the point?"

Revel didn't consider himself oblivious, but the slow strip-tease of the bandages falling away from Malikat's body made too much sense, with that comment.

"Oh, y-you...you wanted that from me?"

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"I've been told that I need it to be very obvious, sometimes."

"I see, I see...allow me to be more direct, then."

The bandage that crept over with all the grace and luxury of a floating feather turned to the thrown blade of a knife, flying past Revel's face and wrapping around his neck. There was enough of a grip to pull his body straight to hers, but it wasn't such a tight squeeze that Revel was struggling for breath...at least, not for the sake of constriction.

That her body was so warm against his own seemed impossible, but even greater heat was pressed upon him as the jackal stroked the fabric of his shirt, unraveling it under her touch. A palm cupped his backside, and there, too, did the fabric come undone in an instant, as the different fibers whirled away from Revel's body and came together again in midair...the newly formed strips taking a shape disturbingly similar to the bandages of a mummy.

"When I say that I'll be giving you a hero's reward, I mean that I will be making you cum as many times as I can in the span of the next hour," Malikat said, her voice hurried with a growing sense of passion, though it didn't carry the same impact of her dripping, heated mound, pressed against the suddenly naked flesh of Revel's cock. "And should I find myself dissatisfied, you will spend an eternity in that sarcophagus, instead..."

Working the sergal up to the point that he was nearly erect took Malikat only a few breaths, but to bring him back down from that peak and into a new panic was a truly swift maneuver.

"You, uh...y-you're joking, right?"

" No."

Bandages floating through the air snapped tight around Revel's ankles, bringing them together in a tight bind. His thighs were squeezed inward by the same force, but his cock stiffening before kept it from being pinched in the same space...and his lifted sack sat upon his touching thighs, turning his cock into his most prominent feature.

"Shall we begin?"

A paw shoved Revel in the middle of the chest, knocking him to his back, but the extra bandages floating around caught his skull before it could land on the bricks.

Wincing in anticipation of the impact, Revel was floating just an inch above the ground--plenty low enough for Malikat to kneel around his thighs and straddle them, with her maw coming down upon the very tip of his member.

"This warmth...this musk and sweat...I've missed this subtle treasure more than you can possibly imagine, boy..."

It was impossible for Revel to understand how Malikat felt, right then. He couldn't imagine having a dry spell longer than a few weeks, now that Vivian and Tina were keeping his hips so busy.

To threaten him with the same fate if he came up short still felt a little overkill, but he didn't have the words to argue: those were stolen away by the heat of her breath as she opened wide, bobbed her head toward the tip...and stopped just at the head of his cock, preferring to slurp the underside of his shaft with her tongue.

"3,000 years w-without sucking a cock and you haven't f-forgotten how to be a tease? Hard to believe that," Revel admitted.

"Too much time spent inspecting the flesh is what got me locked away in the first place, but Anubis took my side, after all these years," Malikat replied. "I'd suggest you do the same, boy."

Drenching the base of his shaft with her tongue, Malikat worked her way up from the softer skin of his sack and tickled all the way to the tip, capturing the expected spill of his precum...but Revel didn't think she'd be given anything more than that, just then.

When a sudden rush of pleasure surged through his body that it almost rendered him unconscious, Revel's eyes blanked, and when he could see again, streams of white were spilling back down his shaft as the jackal struggled to keep up with his impressive load.

"Hey, w-what...what the hell? When did I..._ooohfuck..._w-when did I start cumming?!"

Swallowing hard against the sergal, Malikat was learning of his incredible volume in the same way that Vivian and Tina had: every time she thought she'd swallowed down the final gulp of his essence, another throb ran through his cock and another tasty gush sprayed across the roof of her mouth.

This mortal is truly blessed...had the Nile such volume, no one would have died of thirst, she thought. But it's been thousands of years since my last drink...one simply won't be enough.

"Mnn...mmhm...mlm..." she snapped back, swallowing hard enough to show the bulge of Revel's seed in her throat, even as another strand popped from the tip of his cock. "About that! It would seem that Anubis has granted me more abilities than I realized, so...I decided to tickle your prostate with my mind."

"...You can do that?"

"Apparently, I can! Did you enjoy it?"

Revel would have been lying through his teeth, and evidence was still pouring down the underside of his length as Malikat watched his oozing seed with renewed interest.

"Not like I had much of a choice, but I did..."

"Hmm...you're right: that's a bit of an unfair trick, but an orgasm is still an orgasm."

The bandages wrapped further along the trail of Revel's thighs, binding them tightly together and spinning about his hips, leaving only the flesh of his cock exposed below his navel. More of the wraps spun their way around his digits, trapping them in tight, helpless fists, and along his wrists, the bandages were creeping further and further, but they stopped at his elbows.

"One more of those, and there won't be anything left of you but a cock for me to enjoy...but I'll play fair, this time," Malikat suggested. "No new magic, no other tricks...just the warmth of my pussy gliding upon the shaft of your cock in a race to the finish."

After how easily she'd gotten him off just moments before, Revel could feel his confidence shaken by the possibility that Malikat would have another trick up her sleeve. She had no incentive to play fair, an arsenal of unknown powers to seal the deal with, and thousands of years of lust to work through...

...But sure enough, as the jackal eased her soaking petals back toward the tip of his still leaking manhood, there was nothing more to be had than the blissful sensation of her folds draping around his cock and guiding it inside of her.

"That...that's what I've been missing," she whispered, her lips quivering with the weight of pleasures long sought after. "That feeling...t-that absolutely wonderful feeling that no other connection can bring...Anubis has truly blessed me, this day!"

Revel was still getting used to the levels of profanity that came about when Tina and Vivian took their turns with him, but this was a new level of talking dirty, bringing about godly proportions of bliss and prose in the same turn.

To hear that a woman considered him a gift from the gods, of course, was doing wonders for his ego--a delight, to be sure--but there was just as great a sensation in the shaft of his cock as Malikat bounced herself right down into his lap, damning the casual, warming pace that she should have taken.

"I'll be sore for it, b-but...but I won't be sorry," she admitted, knowing that it had been far too long since her last romp to take such a brazen pace without a little more attention and care. "I won't regret one single moment of turning your hips to dust, boy!"

Full and thick, her rump slammed against Revel's thighs with just enough cushion to shatter his bones, but the intensity of her movements was such that the sergal could tell he would be just as sore, in a different way.

To feel such pleasure growing within his member as Malikat turned him into a living sex toy, he couldn't begin to think about the deeper, throbbing pains that would take his thighs on the walk home; even if she could break him, he wouldn't have been able to budge from the spot...

...And that helplessness was more of a turn-on than Revel would have anticipated.

Just like the first time Tina and Vivian had their way with me, he realized. I was helpless, kinda...but so aroused by it. With Malikat, I'm genuinely hosed if she changes her mind!

Instead of letting fear overtake him, that heightened panic sent a new throb through Revel's shaft, pulsing within Malikat so firmly that she could feel the change in his demeanor, even as she set about coating his cock with her plentiful, glistening juices.

She'd skipped right through the warmup, pounding herself on his lap with an inhuman vigor, unmatched by any woman he'd ever had the privilege to bed before.

"There isn't a guard in the temple that could have kept up with you, Revel...entire generations of men came and went that couldn't match you," she declared, her voice as impressed with even the meager efforts that his bound hips could manage. "Helpless though you are, you still...t-try...to prove your dedication to me..."

Nodding slowly and trying his best to purse his lips, Revel thought he might be able to last a little longer if he simply kept his voice down, but such hopeful thoughts were dashed by an inner clench that was unlike any he'd ever felt before.

He didn't think techniques from thousands of years ago would still hold their weight in a sexualized age, but as Malikat's flesh came around and accepted his cock as a fitting suitor, she was reaching deeper and deeper into her old bag of tricks; milking his shaft with such an incredible degree of skill wasn't a magical ability, but to Revel, it certainly felt that way.

In either case...

"Mali..."

"You know, I like that name," she told her new toy. "Go ahead; keep calling me that."

Bucking rapidly into his flesh, moving with such a pace that the small chamber was filled with the salacious echo of her rump pounding upon his thighs, Malikat was prepared to take the sergal over the moon with earthly delights, but she didn't realize how close they already were to the surface.

To feel the first gush of his seed against her inner walls, so thick and plentiful...even after his previous orgasm, was a delight that Malikat hadn't planned for.

"I'm g-gonna...c-

"Trust me, I can tell...by the gods , boy; I can tell!" Malikat cried out, slamming her hips down with such a force that it squished the excess juices from her womanhood, spreading the mess around in the bandages that covered Revel's thighs. "I'd say to warn a girl next time, b-but...my goodness...I love the surprise, Revel! You're a river of plenty...a proper flood of delight!"

Hers was still a dated and unusual form of dirty talk, but it heightened Revel's pleasure every step of the way through his second climax, even when he felt the new pressure of bandages moving up his shoulders and around the sides of his neck.

Just as Malikat warned, there was a consequence to be had for not outlasting her...and the sight of her heaving, bouncing chest and her pleasured expression began to fade as straps wrapped themselves around his eyes.

**

Revel was sure it wasn't all a dream: he'd actually gone to Egypt, and he'd taken up the mantle of an explorer for the summer, but there seemed to be a bit of a gap in his memory at the end of his vacation.

He remembered waking up outside of the pyramid, but the extra portion of the map that led him into the secret burial chamber was gone, replaced with a pocket full of sand and a pair of tired, wobbling hips.

The only clue that he could take with him was on the original map, scrawled in a language that he was later able to translate from Arabic: "My secret is safe with you, boy...but don't make me wait another three thousand years until your next visit."