Landed at Kom Ombo’s dusty airport, suitcase wheels rattling on cracked tarmac. Short layover hotel looms, neon sign flickering over the Nile view. Magnetic keycard swipes, elevator hums up to the opulent wing – marble columns everywhere, like a pharaoh’s wet dream. Anonymity hits hard; no one knows me, flight out tomorrow. Short shorts hug my ass, drawing glances in the buzzing lobby. Porter grabs my bag, spots the airline tag – some Isis logo? – drops to knees. Weird reverence. I hush him, craving incognito. Can’t let Seth, the reclusive owner, hear I’m poking around.
Blend with staff, knock a guy out in dim alcove for his uniform. Heart pounds, corridor echoes with carts rumbling. Fruit tray balanced on head, slip past long-muzzled guards into the palace suite. Inside? Infinite luxury: gold thrones, Seth statue glaring, air thick with power. Huge hall dwarfs the exterior. Hide in kitchen shadows, munch pomegranate, plot. This ain’t temple – Seth’s private lair. Pool room steams, guards bail for air. Jackpot: Seth and Sobek rise from water, naked gods. Seth’s beastly frame ripples, thick cock swinging heavy between thighs. Sobek’s croc scales gleam wet, muscled tail lashing. ‘FBI bee?’ Seth growls. They stride out dripping.
The Layover Rush
Dive into whirlpool, sucked through portal to jungle cabana by milky lake. Vanilla-scented air, ibis overhead. Inside vast, doors to wild realms: lush valleys, cosmic void sucking cold, raging sea spray. Last door: trophy room. Gold statues, weapons. There – massive wooden chest. Crack it: Osiris’s divine dick, horse-huge, veined monster, warm in my grip. Pulse throbs as I wrap it in parchment, cunt tingling at the weight. Mirror reflects Seth entering nude, rage exploding. Body a storm: broad chest heaving, cock hardening furious. He smashes all but his psyché – my hideout. Crystal ball glows; he calls Sobek, Nephthys, Sekhmet for war. Snag the orb, stuff beside prize.
Back through pool, Sobek waits, armored hunk with bloody axe. ‘Bee thief?’ His grin flashes croc teeth. Challenge: make fire here, in steam. Pockets my wet Bic – click, flame dances. ‘Smoke on the water!’ He staggers, lets me bolt. Outside, storm-wrecked views from balcony mimic bombed city. Camel taxi revs, flee to Horus’s convoy roaring past.
Escape and Afterglow
Horus’s limo chariot: wine flows with Bastet, Thoth crew. Bastet’s cat eyes smolder, soft fur brushing my thigh. ‘Tell me, pussy.’ Night in tent-room: she purrs, licks my ear lobe slow, tongue rough velvet. Clothes rip, her claws rake my tits, nipples peak. I grind her wet slit, she mounts fierce – tail whipping, yowls as I finger deep. Lighter flicks, heat teases her furred pussy lips; she bucks, squirts hot. Orgasms crash, bodies slick sweat till dawn.
Breakfast devoured, show her fire trick again. Army buzzes for battle. I slip away, pool dip for Nile cleanse. Naked, Seth materializes – god cock throbbing threat. ‘Bee!’ Bluff bare, dress teasing: string up ass crack slow, shake cheeks. Zilch reaction. Grab orb, smash his forehead; he splashes back. Gallop off, he rematerializes. Kopesh swings wild, his speed dodges. Exhausted, knee down – energy bolt cracks skull.
Voices fade. Eyes crack: Greek chirps, Athens Acropolis gleams. Layover dream? Keycard pocketed, check-out rush, body humming echoes of divine fucks. Gate calls – next transit awaits.