Petra squinted into the dark gloom of the underground catacomb and trudged her way over loose rocks, doing her best to keep up with Mark and Rachel. Her fellow archeologists were a little more experienced with excavation sites and didn’t seemed phased by the musky, dank air, or the large black beetles squeezing in and out of the cracks in the sandstone. She had just as much education as them, holding degrees in anthropology and archeology, but this was her first time on an actual dig.

And the experience made her hair stand on end.

“Are you okay, Petra?” Rachel called back, her creamy skin and red hair glistening in the fluorescent light of the travel lamps.

“I’m fine, thanks. Just a little…creeped out,” Petra admitted, flinching as another beetle crawled past her boot.

“Just a little farther,” Rachel coaxed, “Just keep your eyes where your going, and try not to think about all the dead people down here.”

She smiled and continued down the long corridor, leaving Petra to reconcile that fun bit of information. She had seen enough mummies and human remains in the observation lab back in school, but this was something very different.

Petra followed along, distracting herself with her view of Rachel’s wide hips rolling in front of her with every step. Petra considered herself bi, but didn’t want to overstep her professional relationship with the other researchers.

“Here it is!” Mark’s voice called up from the long, echoing corridor. “Girls! Come quickly! It’s amazing!”

Rachel and Petra scrambled down the last dusty steps and joined Mark in the underground chamber. He turned to them, an elated smile on his chiseled face.

“Isn’t this incredible! Nobody’s been here for over four thousand years. I give you the burial chamber of the High Priestess Kala!”

Petra and Rachel swept their eyes across the room, awestruck. The walls were covered with hieroglyphics and murals. An inch of sand coated the floor where gold statues of Horace and Anubis stood watch next to a stunning sarcophagus, the cover of which depicted a regal woman with thick plaited hair, her elegant arms crossed over a markedly ample bust. Sculptures of obsidian cobras weaved their way across her body, her head crown with one of the deadly snakes, its hood flared and eyes shimmering. The three archeologists stared at the upright sarcophagus, speechless.

“Uhm…what kind of priestess was she?” Rachel said, her eyes sweeping over the enticing curves of the sculpted image.

“A fertility priestess,” Mark explained. “She evidently had a bit of a cult following, too. It rivaled the power of the pharaohs, so she was sentenced to be entombed alive, her body sealed away out of the sight of the living…”

Mark threw a cocky wink at the ladies.

“…until now.”

Rachel rolled her eyes at him. Petra only nodded, her mouth hanging open in shock.

Mark and Rachel went on about the implications of feminine authority in ancient Egypt, the prevalence of subversive cults, the role of divine sexuality in the lower Nile. Petra should have been ecstatic, she lived for this stuff. But, for some reason, Petra couldn’t take her eyes off the painted face of the priestess. She found her eyes wandering to the shiny red stone glittering from the center of the sarcophagus’ chest.

“Hey, Petra?” Mark said, waving a hand in front of her face. “Are you still there? Hello?”

Petra blinked, shaking herself awake. “Whoa! Yes! Sorry…I must have spaced out there for a moment.”

“Hah! Looks like the priestess is still casting her spells!” Rachel joked.

The three of them laughed, their chuckles echoing in the stale air of the narrow corridors. Mark picked up several bags of soil and rock samples and aimed the lamp at the exit.

“Well, that’s enough for one day. Let’s go back and get some rest so we can start marking off excavations tomorrow.”

Rachel and Petra agreed and followed him out, even as Petra cast one last look back at the eerie face of the priestess, the eyes of the snake on top glowing the same sultry red as the stone.

Later, after a waning moon rose over the towering ruins, Petra tossed and turned in her cot, her thick wool blanket rubbing against the fabric of her and Rachel’s tent. The air was too hot and Petra felt like she was suffocating. On the cot next to her, Rachel snored softly. Petra wanted to smack her, taunted by her peaceful breaths. She decided she’d better go for a walk before she woke the other woman up.

Petra unzipped the front of the tent, threw on her jacket, and slipped into the night. The bitter cold wind whipped at her cheeks, but she kept wandering around the ruins nonetheless. Something was eating at her, but she couldn’t pinpoint what. Her feet made turns for her as she gazed at the rising moon, feeling strangely pacified by its gentle light. She drifted in and out of her own thoughts until she found herself standing at the entrance to the sandstone temple.

She blinked, barely aware of herself, staring down into the black depths of the doorway. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here. This was an active excavation sight. She had to be with another trained archeologist at all times. But there was something so alluring about the temple, about the burial chamber where stood the sarcophagus, the sarcophagus of the beautiful priestess.

A vision of the ruby red stone nestled between the round, full breasts of the priestess flashed through Petra’s mind. Why couldn’t she get that image out of her head?

The young woman raised a hand to her forehead, trying to shake off the fugue around her mind. That’s when she heard it.

….release…me…

            Petra shook her head. She didn’t hear anything, did she? Her eyes sank into the abyss of the temple again, her ears straining.

She leaned forward. If there was something suspicious happening in the temple, it was her responsibility to check it out. She stepped under the thick stone archway and into the inky dark. Petra wasn’t afraid. The darkness enveloped her like a warm blanket, muting her fears, luring her into a blank, peaceful state. She let her feet take one step after the next, leading her body through a sea of shadow. At last, straight ahead of her, a ghostly pale yellow light shimmied against the stone walls.

…release me… come to me…

The sound came again, whispers dancing against the walls and up the passageway. Petra heard it for sure that time, but it didn’t concern her. She was focused on the gentle light getting brighter and brighter with each step.

She rounded the corner, her soul melting as the arresting vision of the preistess’ sarcophagus came into view. Petra froze in her tracks, light from softly burning torches glimmered off the gold finish of the vessel for the dead. The preistess’s face seemed to radiate sensuality, her full breasts and wide hips promising life everlasting. Petra knees grew weak and she felt an urge to bow to the image.

…release me…release me… releasssse meeeee…

Petra shuffled forward, her mind trapped in a daze, her body pulled by an invisible leash around her heart. She reached out for the gleaming red stone in the center of the preistess’s chest.

Her fingers grasped the smooth facets and, with one decisive sweep of her arm, Petra yanked the stone free.

In an instant, Petra’s mind returned to her, the gravity of her situation hitting her all at once.

“Oh my god. Oh FUCK! What the hell have I done?” She had just completely contaminated and desecrated a priceless artefact! She was sure to lose her license over this!

She looked up at the sarcophagus, wondering what kind of damage she had done, horrified to find a huge crack down it’s center.

And it was glowing.

With a thunderous crash, the front of the sarcophagus split in two and bright white light flooded the chamber. Petra flinched and shielded her eyes with her hand. As the light faded, Petra raised her eyes to the sight in front of her.

A stunning, powerful woman with skin like red earth stood in front of the sarcophagus, towering nearly seven feet tall. She wore nothing but a web of thin gold chains that draped over her curvaceous body, flowing down the deep cavern of her cleavage and over her smooth belly and hips. She glared down at Petra.

“Are you the devotee who freed me?” The woman said. She spoke in a language Petra’s ears couldn’t understand, but her mind captured each word’s exact meaning.

Petra only nodded, meekly, at a loss for words.

“I thank you. It pleases me to see that my followers still thrive after all these centuries.”

“I…I’m not your follower…” Petra squeaked. “Who are you?”

The tall woman raised her delicate eyebrows. “You don’t know? I am the High Priestess Kala, avatar of the goddess Hathor, mother of heaven! Time has perhaps dulled my name,” she glanced up and down Petra’s body, “but you are my follower nonetheless. Didn’t you heed my call to release me from the living death?”

“Well…I… I… guess…” Petra was having trouble recovering her thoughts. The shock of finding a living person, not to mention a stunning, luscious, practically nude woman, inside an ancient sarcophagus, was just too much to handle. Petra wondered if she was going to faint.

“Uhm…I…I think I should get Mark and Rachel,” she finally managed to say.

“No. You will stay here.”

Kala’s voice was soft and gentle as a river reed, and yet Petra couldn’t dream of disobeying. The sorceress’s eyes were glowing, truly glowing now, as she swayed back and forth in front of Petra, hissing to her like a dancing cobra.

“You are drawn to my power… let it take you… let it fill you with purpose… with direction … with desire… you desire to serve me… your body understands the urgent drives that power my divinity… you must serve me…”

Petra knew she should object, that she should turn and run out of there, or maybe push the specter back in her box and lock the lid. But she couldn’t seem to find the willpower to do any of those things. The preistess’s glowing eyes stifled her thoughts and she found herself swaying along with Kala’s sensual dance. The statuesque woman lifted her arms, letting them writhe and slither in the air as her heavy bosom swung back and forth, her hips rolling atop her powerful brown thighs.

“You must serve me… you must surrender to the forces of heaven and earth… you will be my vessel… the first to reseed my glorious empire… you have no fear… you have no thought… you will shed your old self like the serpent sheds their skin. You have no fear…”

Petra blinked, her mouth falling open as two words were pulled from her throat.

“….no…fear…”

As she said the words, the sand below here began to shift. One by one, an army of jet black snakes slithered from the cracks of the chamber, their scales glittering in the flickering torch light. They glided around Petra’s ankles and up her worn shorts, their bellies sliding along her skin. Petra gasped as the snakes wrapped themselves around her, their mouths grabbing at her clothes, pulling, tearing, peeling back layer after layer.

At last, the snakes drew back, except for one thin cobra coiled around Petra’s naked waist. She stood before the priestess naked and exposed, her mind still yoked to Kala’s compelling red eyes and the seductive sway of her hips. As she stood entranced, the cobra around her waist slithered up her shoulders and looped its body around Petra’s head. The snake squeezed and Petra felt a ghostly power take hold of her brain, leashing her mind to Kala’s will.

The priestess smiled, allowing a thick black cobra to spiral up her own leg, its head slithering between her breasts, draping around her shoulders like a living piece of clothing. She took stock of her new devotee. Petra was hardly an object of desire, but she had creamy smooth skin and a healthy mane of coal-black hair framing her waifish build. Kala raised her finger to her chin, tilting her head as she thought. The young woman wasn’t perfect, but she would do.

“Look upon me, young mortal,” the priestess said, spreading her arms wide like a rising phoenix. The large snake continued to slowly coil and writhe over her voluptuous body, looping around her neck, her arms, her waist, even as the snake’s tail swished back and forth, spiraling around Kala’s incredible bust. “Look at my divinity… feel my sweet, sensual power overcome you… you will soon learn the timeless truth… the real reason I was sealed away by that arrogant pharaoh’s priests… Men seek to control others through force, through armies and swords… but all were powerless before the power of the goddess… your body yields to a stronger power… the power of creation, of sensual dominance… gaze at my beauty and let it melt away your foolish ego like sand in the desert wind…”

Petra couldn’t help but watch. The snake wrapped around her head compelled her to keep her eyes on the glorious body of the priestess, her thoughts bound under the snakes’ coils. She meekly allowed her eyes to follow the curves of the priestess’s body, the tail of the other snake swirling around and around, hefting the other woman’s luscious breasts, making them bounce and jiggle. Enticement roiled in the pit of Petra’s soul, a warm rush of arousal flooding between her legs. She felt a primal force pull her forward and she followed, helpless to resist. She watched the earth-brown tits of the priestess wobble around and around, as the thick, black snake lifted them with its tail, almost baiting Petra with the large, puffy nipples.

“Good… come to me now… serve me and we shall bring the whole of humanity under my sway… come to me… let my power fill you…”

Petra marched forward until she was standing face to chest with the towering woman, her left breast tempting her like a ripe, succulent fruit.

“Drink from me.”

Petra’s mouth opened and her eyes rolled back as the warm nipple entered her mouth. She felt her mind completely dissolve as a stream of creamy milk filled her mouth, her body, her soul. The priestess smiled and ran her nails tendering down the woman’s back, rocking her gently.

“Good… let my milk fill you… let it change you… and let me tell you exactly how you will serve me…”

Rachel woke up to the sounds of footsteps outside her tent. She rolled over to find Petra’s cot empty and wondered if her field research assistant was alright.

“Petra? Is that you?” she called groggily, a little daunted to see that the sun still had risen yet. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes.”

Rachel froze. Something seemed different about Petra’s voice. It sounded darker, somehow, as if her voice was rising from a deep bottomless pit in her chest. Rachel shuddered, suddenly feeling goosebumps rippling across her skin.

Before she had time to question her, the flap of the tent drew back and the person who had been her research assistant glided in. Rachel’s jaw dropped to see Petra completely naked save for a few chains of gold that ran across her body and what could have been a black rope tied around her head. More astonishing than her accessories was Petra herself. Rachel considered her colleague as more a tomboy, but now she flaunted curves that would have made the staunchest heterosexual woman switch teams. Petra thrust out her massive chest and planted herself firmly on her thick thighs, gazing down at Rachel with unabashed confidence, a strange ruby-red sheen in her eyes.

“P-Petra? What happened to you?” Rache said, sitting up in her cot. The other woman stared back at her and started to sway on her feet.

“So much has happened to me, Rachel,” Petra said in her haunting, dark voice. “I have seen the face of the goddess made flesh. She’s so powerful, Rachel. There is none who can stand against her. She has made me her acolyte, her priestess of this era. And she has granted me powers, Rachel, powers that we will use to spread her glory.”

She gazed down at Rachel who could only stare in shock as Petra swayed her body, her eyes glowing red, capturing the other woman’s gaze like a smoldering fire.

“She requires more power, Rachel. She requires worshippers. She requires you…”

Rachel shook herself, the gravity of Petra’s words finally catching up with her. “Petra… what happened to you? Did you have a breakdown or something. We can help you if…you…just…just… ohh…”

Rachel trailed off as she realized the rope she thought Petra was wearing on her head, wasn’t a rope but rather a thin black serpent with the same ruby glow in its eyes as Petra’s. The snake reared up from its coiled perch on Petra’s head and swayed along, almost as if it were the snake that was swinging Petra’s luscious body back and forth… back and forth…

“You cannot fight it… nobody can fight the power of our goddess… give in to it, Rachel… life will be so much better when we put our faith in the goddess.”

Rachel tried to ask questions but couldn’t organize her thoughts, her eyes magnetized by the snake’s warm, glowing eyes. Her mouth hung open.

“Disrobe,” Petra commanded. “Now.”

Rachel paused for just a moment, but then slowly nodded her head, her eyes captivated by the snake. She peeled off her shirt and panties, her body moving as if she was in a dream. Petra smiled as she admired Rachel’s smooth body in the silver light, her pale skin contrasting with her naturally red hair and cute little bush. The woman followed Petra’s dance, her eyes betraying a hint of fear under her blank obedience.

“You will fall under the goddess’ command now, Rachel. Keep looking into the eyes of the snake. Give yourself to the primal forces of the earth. It will feel so good to surrender to her.”

Rachel tried to move her mouth, tried to tear her gaze away from the captivating snake, but couldn’t find her strength.

“P-P-Petra?” was all she could manage to say. At last, Petra stepped forward and took Rachel’s hand in hers. Almost immediately, a black snake wound its way from Petra’s body up Rachel’s arm.

“No fear, Rachel,” Petra soothed.

“No…fear…” the woman chanted back as the cobra inched its way up her arm, squeezing her muscles for grip. It slithered up her neck and around her head while Rachel stared vacantly at Petra swaying tits and shimmying body. Then, with a quick tug, the snake clamped down tight around Rachel’s head with its body. Rachel sighed as she felt her brain tethered to Petra’s commands. She stood in stiff attention, her perky nipples bouncing and growing erect in the cool night air.

Petra grinned like a crocodile and twirled her finger in front of her, drawing her new disciple’s attention.

“Follow me.”

Mark drifted in and out of a restless sleep when Rachel’s voice woke him up.

“Mark? Are you awake? Hello?”

The man, still in good shape for his early forties, turned over and threw on his overshirt without buttoning it. He unzipped the flap and found Rachel waiting for him outside wrapped in a dark blanket.

“Rachel? What time is it?” he asked.

“Not even three yet. Sorry, I know it’s the middle of the night, but… I just need to talk to somebody.” Her blue eyes glistened in the moonlight.

“Can I come in?”

Now, Mark Theodore Shaffer was a rising star professor. He was a Rhodes Scholar who had sworn to attend to his post as an archeologist and a man of science with the utmost décor of professionalism, which meant never entangling himself in a romantic relationship with a colleague.

“Of course, Rachel! Please, make yourself comfortable.”

On the other hand, Mark Theodore Shaffer didn’t get where he was today by turning down a free lunch, either.

Rachel ducked into the tent and sat down on Mark’s cot, looking up at him with a strange red sheen in her eyes. Mark cleared his throat and sat down next to her.

“So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” he asked.

“Oh, I’ve just been feeling so restless lately,” Rachel said, looking down at the floor. “We’ve been out on this assignment for weeks with barely any contact back home and I’ve just been feeling so… pent up! Like I just need a good wild night to get it out of my system. You know what I mean?”

Mark could honestly say he understood what it was like to feel pent-up. Weeks alone with two unattached ladies without any naughty business from either of them would do that.

“Uhm, yes. I do. I’ve had quite a few digs that felt very isolating. They can be tough, but you’ll get past it. And…if there’s anything I could do to help…?”

He slid closer to her. She turned and looked into his eyes.

“I want you to take me, Mark,” she pleaded in a desperate whisper. “Use me. Fuck me. I want you right now. Please…”

Mark smiled, as if boning his hot co-researcher was some kind of selfless favor.

“Yes…yes, I will. I…” Mark looked up and studied Rachel’s red hair closer, noticing a strange black band.

“What’s that on your head?”

Rachel answered him by throwing off her towel, her silky body completely nude and displayed before his eyes. His questions died as his cock sprang to life.

“I want your cock, Mark. Let me taste it.”

Mark didn’t need another invitation and yanked down his shorts, letting his stiffening member pop out. Rachel pulled off his shirt, her fingers sliding over his shoulders and chest before sliding down his body to his prick.

Mark leaned back on his arms, sitting on his cot while Rachel sunk to her knees, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. He grunted, amazed at Rachel’s eager tongue as it slid up and down his shaft, her fingers tickling his balls. Despite the thick haze of arousal settling over his mind, Mark still couldn’t help but notice the strange cord wrapped around Rachel’s scalp.

Did it have…scales?

Suddenly, a brilliant red ruby suspended by a gold chain dropped in front of his eyes as a new pair of hands gently held his shoulders. What was going on? Had someone else come into the tent?

A surge of panic hit Mark and he nearly jumped to his feet, but then Rachel moaned around his cock, the vibrations from her lips buzzing through his body. The hands on his shoulder pressed down firmly, holding him in place as the shiny red stone swung back and forth in front of him. His whole being was engulfed in pleasure and it made his thoughts slow and thick.

“Don’t struggle, Mark…” a voice came from behind him. It was Petra’s voice, but different, somehow more powerful. More commanding.

“Don’t struggle…don’t fight… why would you fight?”

The ruby twirled and gleamed as it swung in a lazy arc.

“You’re such a strong, virile man… You need release… You need to let all that masculine power out… just surrender to us…”

Rachel’s mouth slid up and down, up and down, as the ruby went back and forth, back and forth…

“Surrender to us… surrender to your queen… surrender to the goddess… just… like…us…”

Mark’s brain tried one last desperate attempt to take his control back, meekly prodding his body to stand, but stopped as a soft sensation hit him, like a slippery rope dragging across his shoulders. He glanced down at the woman sucking him off, and suddenly understood what she had around her head.

A snake from Petra’s hands slithered up Mark’s neck and coiled around his head, squeezing tight. Mark’s face went blank as he stopped thinking for good.

As the submissive, passive expression spread over Mark’s face, Petra replaced the ruby around her neck, letting the gem nestle between her tits. She reached down to caress Rachels’ cheek.

“That’s enough, slave. He understands now,” she said.

“Mmmhmmm…gllugmmffmmm?” Rachel replied with Mark’s cock in her mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, slave,” Petra chided her. “Release him… we need his energy for the ritual.”

“Yes, priestess…” Rachel said, obediently letting his cock fall from her mouth. Petra commanded her to remove Mark’s shorts from his ankles and then had her two new disciples stand at attention, their bodies void of any clothing except for the thin cobras coiled around each of their heads, the serpents’ upper bodies reared back and their hoods flared.

“You will follow me… your bodies are mere vessels… you have no fear…” she commanded, gazing into their eyes.

“Yes…no fear…” the two of them chanted.

“Come.”

Petra turned and started pacing out of the tent towards the temple. A force stronger than gravity pulled Mark and Rachel’s bodies forward, their legs stiff and their arms reaching out in front of them as the followed Petra’s rolling hips step by step. The trio traversed the open dig site and into the dark mouth of the dark temple. The two new disciples never flinched at the cold air or the oppressive gloom but only trailed behind their new priestess in unquestioning devotion.

Petra led them down the winding corridors of the temple, taking new routes down uncharted hallways through the underground labyrinth. At last, the trio arrived at a large chamber, the walls glowing with soft torch light. In the center of the chamber was a gilded, stone throne flanked on either side by open sarcophaguses. Seated on the throne was the high priestess Kala, looking somehow more vivacious and solid than when she had first emerged from her millennia-old sleep. A dozen snakes slithered and coiled over Kala’s statuesque body.

“Well done, my priestess…” she hissed at Petra. “These two will make wonderful sacrifices to my glory. You may proceed with the ritual.”

Petra bowed in reverence to her living goddess and turned the two deeply hypnotized mortals. She undid her ruby necklace and began swinging it in front of them.

“You are feeling aroused… you are feeling desire… you have so much energy building in your loins… you must surrender to your urges… surrender to the wisdom of your bodies… your minds are paralyzed… your thoughts are prisoners of your new goddess… you will release your sexual energies for us… obey and serve…”

“Yessss…” the two naked slaves droned. “We will obey and serve…”

Petra smiled, dropping the ruby and then clapped her hands loudly. Suddenly Mark and Rachel turned to each other, animal lust radiating through their faces. Like a pair of horny teenagers, they threw themselves at each other, entwining their bodies together at the foot of the mighty throne. Mark wasted no time on foreplay and bent Rachel over double on her feet, standing behind her and thrusting his aching member into her slick pussy. The two grunted and moaned in the throes of lust while Kala looked on, her servant, Petra standing obediently at her right side.

“Pleasure me, slave…” Kala commanded Petra, spreading her powerful legs wide and revealing her holy pussy. Petra knelt down and began worshipping the divine cunt, her musk like the sweetest ambrosia on her waiting tongue.

Mark and Rachel continued to fuck insatiably. Rachel yanked him down on the hard stone to ride on top of him. They rolled around in several positions until eventually Mark lifted Rachel up on the lid of one of one sarcophaguses and plowed her while she lay on her back. Kala cooed and sighed as she crept closer and closer to orgasm. Petra could feel her pleasure echoing, ringing in her own clit.

“That’s right, my minions,” she praised. “I can feel your power, you essence flowing from your bodies… expanding my power… feel it building inside of you… closer now… closer… getting ready to give your very souls to me… your goddess of flesh…right…NOW!”

Mark bellowed as his dick spasmed inside Rachel’s pussy. Rachel’s whole body tensed and she clawed at Mark’s back, wracked with a torrential orgasm. Petra felt it, like three different climaxes hitting her at once and she threw her head back, her eyes wide and unseeing. Kala lifted her arms and sighed, the feeling of her disciple’s energy enriching her being.

At last she put her arms down, and the two lovers in front of her staggered back, their minds lost in a dark abyss.

“Go now,” Kala whispered to Petra. “While they are helpless.”

Petra nodded and rose to her feet, shakily. She had never done the ritual before, but the steps were emblazoned in her mind nonetheless. Stepping over to Rachel first, she stood the woman up and held her hand to the woman’s forehead. The serpent around her head uncoiled itself and slithered down Petra’s arm. With the other woman’s eyes closed, Petra gently massaged Rachel’s forehead, her fingers softly pulling across her skin.

“You mind is an obstacle… you will not need it… surrender your mind… surrender to the goddess… surrender… surrender…”

Rachel’s head became light, as if her brain was slowly being scooped away by Petra’s probing fingers. At last, she stood there, brainless and empty, swaying on her feet like a living statue. Petra smiled and reached behind the sarcophagus, finding a ball of fine cotton gauze, miraculously preserved for centuries.

She started at Rachel’s feet, wrapping the gauze around and around her body. She worked her way up her thighs and around her hips, cocooning the emptied woman in the ancient fabric. She lifted Rachel’s arms and crossed them over her breasts before snugly wrapping up her torso, finally encasing her head, leaving only a small patch for her face. At last, the woman was completely bound in gray gauze, her whole body squeezed tight.

Petra carefully lowered her down into the open sarcophagus, a blissful expression on the bound woman’s sleeping face. Petra repeated the process with Mark, taking the time to wrap up his package even as his prick began to swell again in the presence of the goddess. Finally, the two researchers lay in their open caskets, their bodies wholly mummified and their minds lost in dark, endless dreams.

Imbued with new strength from her divine queen, Petra heaved the stone lids of the sarcophaguses over her former colleagues, sealing them in their eternal resting places. They would drift there, forever halfway between the worlds of life and death, their souls trapped in echoes of their last fits of ecstasy as their queen siphoned away their essence.

Petra knelt before her queen, her priestess, her goddess as Kala breathed in the air with new lungs, tasting the raw power this world had to offer. She looked down at her loyal servant, her cobras slithering around her, teasing her nipples and leaking cunt.

“Well done, my priestess,” Kala said, reaching down to lay her hand on the prone woman’s forehead.

“Now, find more.”