The Mummy's Curse: A Paranormal Romance

by J. Raven Wilde

  Serkhet dipped his head back into her sex, circling the area around her clit with the tip of his tongue, drawing her back to the present. She suspected a bit of magic also snapped her attention back into place. “Is this where you want me, my pet?”

  “Oh, god yes, please,” she whined. Her fingers laced themselves in his hair once more, but he wasn’t pulling away any further than he had to, just enough for him could speak.

  She jumped as he ran the tip of his tongue lightly across her sensitive bud.

  “Is this the spot?” He jested a little, feigning innocence.

  Laney sucked in a breath and nodded her head as she squinted her eyes shut.

  “Beg me,” he demanded before dipping down to tease the area around her clit once more.

  “Please, my pharaoh.” Her words came out rushed as she released the breath she had been subconsciously holding.

  *****

  He grinned amusedly at the title she called him. It had been years since anyone had addressed him properly — well, other than his servant, Tarrick. He was not going to discourage her. He had not had the pleasures of a woman in many years. Each person that has come to seek out the cursed treasure had all been male, but they were not enough for Serkhet to find a way to leave his prison.

  The last male brave enough to seek out his treasures had been brave enough- and frankly intelligent enough to stare at Serkhet for a brief moment before falling to his knees to bow at his feet. Serkhet made him his servant, on a whim. Through any means necessary, he was designated to find and bring him anyone seeking his treasure. He had certainly succeeded with these three; the treasure hunters and the girl who just wanted to admire the ruins and catacombs.

  Serkhet flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit. Laney practically squealed, her body tensing in a tight coil of pleasure. Serkhet smiled, then flicked his tongue across her clit again, not stopping to watch her respond. Her moans and shouts of enjoyment were more than enough indication of her pleasure and had him leaning in to elicit more of those sounds. He dipped a finger into her channel and found her soaked. His hardened cock twitched, aching to replace his finger.

  Not yet, he told himself. He needed to drink in more of her arousal. The unique, bittersweet taste of her feminine nectar burst across his tongue. She was a sweetness his taste buds had missed. He lapped at her sex, running his tongue up and around her lips and into her channel, replacing his finger. She squirmed under him and let out another moan.

  He slipped two fingers inside her tightness and went back to teasing her clit with his tongue. He heard Laney gasp sharply as he sucked on her bud hard. She let out loud moans when he flicked his tongue quickly across the tip. It only made his cock ache more for her, tenting the fabric around his waist. But he was just getting started.

  She bucked her hips against his mouth as he continued to suck and rub her sensitive bud, while his fingers found the bundle of nerves inside her and stroked it in a ‘come hither’ motion. It made her gush out more of her wetness and he moaned against her mound, sending a vibrating sensation that sent a spark of ecstasy straight to her core. It tightened up and a familiar wave began to stir inside Laney.

  “Please, my god, don’t stop,” she begged. Her hips were rolling uncontrollably under his hands, even as he tried to hold her in place.

  He didn’t dare stop, especially not after she begged so prettily. Serkhet rubbed and sucked on her clit, while stroking her insides with his fingers until her orgasm finally took her. She screamed out in pleasure and bucked her hips through each wave. He wrapped both of his arms around her thighs to hold her in place and keep her from writhing away from him until her orgasm finally waned.

  He planted a gentle kiss on her bud and more followed around her mound, while he waited for her body to come down. The pharaoh stood up, untucking the folds of fabric around his waist so that it fell to the ground at his feet. Gingerly taking his throbbing length in hand, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance. The meeting of their sensitive skin forced him to jolt in pleasure. It had really been far too long. Slowly, he rocked himself into her slick heat until he was completely seated. She was very tight, but her juices had made her slick enough to accommodate his engorged member.

  He waited an agonizing moment to allow her tight pussy to adjust to the intrusion before he began to gently rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out. He needed a quick release, as he had all night and part of the early hours of morning to take her gently. He planned on taking her again and again, but the urge to release had been building for years, and now it was closer than ever. He grabbed a hold of her hips and began to move faster, harder.

  She wrapped her legs around him and rocked along with him, pulling him in deeper. It was more than he could handle. Serkhet threw his head back, mouth falling open in a loud groan as his orgasm took him. Laney’s body shuddered through another blissful wave. Her walls clamped down on Serkhet, milking the last of his seed from him.

  His cock pulsed and softened inside of her, as he came down from his sensual high. He peered down at Laney through hooded eyes and smiled. Her body glistened with sweat and seemed to almost glow. She was quite a vision, all femininity and innocence — something that he had missed over the years.

  *****

  Laney’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled as she caught the pharaoh grinning blissfully at her. He didn’t have to tell her what he was thinking, she could read it from his expression. She, too, had enjoyed herself.

  “Come,” he said as he took one of her hands in his. She sat up as he tugged gently on her hand, feeling heavy with exhaustion.

  Her heart jumped as she anticipated where he was going to take her. Had he gotten his fill and decided she wasn’t needed anymore?

  “Relax, pet. I simply wish to bathe you.”

  Bathe? Laney spotted another doorway she did not see before and smiled, reassured, when they stepped through it. It was a large room that had a large pool of glimmering water, with a large stone island that sat in the middle of it. Steam rose from the water and Laney could not wait to step into its comforting warmth.

  Still holding her hand tight in his, Serkhet walked Laney into the water with him. A huge smile spread across her rosy, kiss-bitten lips as she waded out into the water. It was not too hot, just warm and perfect. It relaxed her even more the further she went into the steamy water.

  The further into the pool they went, the deeper it became, though it didn’t rise past her breasts. Once they reached the stone island in the center, Laney found a stone bench embedded into the wall.

  Serkhet motioned for her to sit and she found that it was smooth to the touch. He sat behind her, cupped his hands to collect water and began massaging her head as he started to wash her hair. Laney leaned back and hummed in satisfaction at being pampered. Her breath picked up as soon as Serkhet began to wash her with a piece of sponge that he’d procured seemingly from out of nowhere.

  Serkhet washed gently, slowly; from her neck, across her shoulders, and down her back. Then, he moved across her chest and ever so slowly across each of her breasts. The rough texture across her nipples sent a delectable sensation straight to her core, causing Laney to moan as she arched her back. Somehow, she was already heating up from the inside out, wanting more again so soon. She was almost impressed with her body’s short refractory period, as new as it was for her.

  Serkhet slid his free hand around her waist, easing his way to the area between her legs. He ran his fingers around her sex as if to wash her, yet he was also stimulating her. The sponge splashed, forgotten, into the water.

  Laney leaned back, laying her head on Serkhet’s shoulder as she rocked against each of his hands as they brought pleasure to all the right areas, the places she craved attention. He dipped two fingers inside her pussy, then brought them up, catching her clit in the middle of his fingers, squeezing and pulling. Laney gasped and moaned at the new sensation.

  “Oh, you like that, don’t you, my pet?”

  “Oh, y
es,” she cried as he repeated the motions on it again.

  Serkhet kissed hotly at the base of her neck and moved his hand back to her breasts, grabbing a nipple in between his fingers and squeezing and pulling in the same manner he was doing to her clit.

  “Pinch your nipples for me,” he whispered in her ear. She did as he asked as he picked her up and turned her sideways, placing her in his lap. Automatically, her legs opened for him, one lifting into the air. One of Serkhet’s hands moved back between her legs, while the other hand moved down her backside, finding her tight little rosebud.

  Laney jerked against his touch. It was so intimate, having such a private area exposed. No one has ever touched her there. It was so … forbidden.

  “Relax, pet, I will only bring you pleasure,” he said, placing gentle kisses against her cheek. “Keep pulling on those pretty nipples for me.”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  Serkhet slowly pushed a finger into her, passing though her tight rosebud. The experience was made easier by the water they were submerged in acting as a makeshift lubricant. Simultaneously, he stretched her tight hole while his other hand dipped two fingers into her pussy, bringing them up to massage her clit.

  “Yes, more,” she whimpered. The stretch was so new, though more comfortable than she’d ever imagined it would be. There was also something even more taboo about it, making her heart race and her body clench.

  He kissed her shoulder, up her neck, then teased the shell of her ear with his lips and tongue as he continued pushing his finger in and out of her ass, while massaging her clit with his other hand.

  “Yes!” she cried out in a breathy voice.

  “You like that, my sweetness?” He didn’t wait for her response as he slipped a second finger inside her tight virgin hole, pushing them in past his second knuckles and began to stroke her insides. He pushed two fingers deep into her pussy right up against her bundle of nerves and pressed his palm against her clit then began to move his hand in a circular motion.

  Between his hand on her pussy and his finger stroking in and out of her ass, and her pinching and pulling her nipples, it became too much. She was coming closer to the edge of her release.

  “Oh, yes! Just like that,” she purred. “Oh, please don’t stop.”

  “Come for me, love. Call out my name.”

  As if it were magic, Serkhet’s name echoed throughout the room as Laney whined and moaned with each passing wave that rolled through her. It was more intense than any orgasm she had ever felt.

  Serkhet didn’t wait for Laney’s orgasm to subside. With one blurring movement, Serkhet had picked her up and sat on top of the island with her turned her around to face him. He wrapped Laney’s legs around him and quickly sheathed himself inside her slick channel. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her to straddle his thighs and thrust himself deep inside her. Laney wrapped her arms around his neck and started rocking her hips.

  “Rub your clit for me,” he said as he reached a hand down her backside and returned his fingers into her tight rosebud, slipping them slowly inside her.

  Laney immediately obeyed, trusting him to take care of her. He thrust into her quickly while she brought her hand between her legs and stroked her clit in a practiced motion. The pressure in her core built and built and built, until she reached her peak once more. Laney couldn’t hold back any longer, shuddering and moaning until the pleasure became too much.

  She cried out as she reached yet another climax, her sex clamping down onto Serkhet’s cock inside of her. That tightness clamping down on his length forced him over the edge as well. His body shuddered as he reached his own climax. They both moaned into a hot kiss, panting with the sheer force of it. Laney continued to rock her hips, milking Serkhet through his orgasm until he squeezed her round hips gently, silently asking her to stop. While keeping her in his lap still, he reached between them and pulled his softened length free of her body.

  Laney gazed at him with heavy eyes. She guessed that it was probably late at night, plus her body was spent having gone through four earth shattering orgasms; one in particular that was more exquisite than the others. It was forgivable for her to be more than a little exhausted.

  She smiled at Serkhet, feeling pleased for having decided to follow through with coming out here. It hit her once more that her friends were no longer with her — at the hands of the man before her. A frown deepened her expression, though she wasn’t about to say anything. She would mourn them in private, once she got home. Another startling thought hit — would she be able to go home? Would Serkhet try to keep her here forever? As ridiculous as it seemed, she also wouldn’t be surprised. The man was technically a god, something she hadn’t believed in before. Perhaps being here all the time wouldn’t be so bad, if every day were like this.

  “You know I can still hear those thoughts in your mind,” Serkhet said, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. A blush rose in her cheeks. “Do not worry, my pet. You’ll return to your home before dawn.”

  “Oh. Thank you,” she murmured, appreciating the reassurance. Still, she felt saddened by the reminder of her friends’ demise. She chewed on her cheek, thinking about the man she was looking at.

  “Shh,” Serkhet shushed her comfortingly. “I know how your loss pains you. Believe me, I do not enjoy taking the life essence of others through such a manner. If I could have spared them, I would have.”

  She frowned, letting her careful disposition slip. “Why couldn’t you?” Immediately after her outburst, she cringed in regret. The last thing she wanted to do was anger the pharaoh.

  “Do not be concerned,” he reassured. “No harm with befall you at my hand. As for your question, before you arrived in my tomb, I was in a mummified state. The only way for me to come out of that, and appear before you as I am now, was for me to end a mortal life.”

  Laney thought that over. Looking down at him, he appeared to be truly remorseful. She supposed he wasn’t really the one to blame for his condition. The sorcerer was the one who forced him to kill lest he become undead.

  “Okay…” she conceded slowly. That was a problem for her to consider later, once she had some rest. Though her body was wanting more, she needed to rest and recuperate.

  “You’re right.” Serkhet murmured, looking at her with a strange expression. “It isn’t dawn yet, but you’ve done more than enough for me. Rest here, and you’ll go home when the sun begins to rise.” He gestured widely with his hand and suddenly the stone island was covered in plush pillows and furs.

  As if it were magic rushing over her body, trickling through her veins and lulling her to sleep, she settled back onto the island and closed her eyes. Serkhet’s solid warmth wrapped around her was the last thing she remembered before she succumbed to the comfort of sleep.

  Chapter Three

  Laney woke up the next morning in a hotel room. She groaned, feeling soreness in her hips and thighs, and especially the area between her legs. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair, feeling something gritty rubbing against her scalp. She leaned her head over and shook out her long dark locks, scratching her head. Particles of sand fell onto her bed.

  “What the- How did I get sand in my hair?” she murmured to herself, knowing no one had the answer.

  Laney tried to remember what she had done the day before, but her mind came up blank. It was as if the entire day had been erased. She had a pretty good memory, but for some reason, she couldn’t remember anything after stepping off the tarmac at the airport in Cairo.

  Shaking her head, the possibility of being drugged ran through her mind. Her body was sore as if she had a night of sex, yet, she couldn’t remember if she even went to a club, or a bar. She didn’t remember going to bed. Plus, she was wearing cargoes and a buttoned-up shirt, which was too casual for clubbing. It was unlikely that she went out the night before. Icy dread filled her at the implications of that.

  She got up and ran to the window, curious as to where she was. The view certainly wasn’
t anything like the one back home. She checked her purse and found the airplane ticket, then found her phone in her purse. No new texts, and the battery was almost dead, indicating she had been out all day. She checked the date and looked at the ticket. She had been in Cairo for three days now. She did remember packing for the trip and arriving in Egypt. She pulled some papers out of her purse and noticed that one of them was an itinerary.

  “The contest, right. I remember that part,” she said out loud.

  She was supposed to head out to Karnak today. She checked the time, seeing that she had thirty minutes before her group was expecting her. Starting a new call, she tried to get in contact with Tina. No answer. She tried Joe as well, but there was nothing. Certainly, they came with her, maybe they were getting ready to leave?

  She took an extremely quick shower and dried off before wrapping her towel around her. She walked into her room to put her clothes on when she heard a knock at the door. It was probably the tour guide that she was supposed to have, but sadly, she could not even remember them if she did.

  “Hang on, I’m getting dressed,” she said as she jumped into the clothes laid on the bed.

  She rushed over to the door, opening it and smiled. “Hi, um, I’m sorry, I am having a bit of a memory thing,” she said, pointing to her head. “Could you maybe re- um, what’s your name?”

  “I’m Tarrick, your tour guide,” he smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

  “Right, Tarrick,” she repeated, but the name didn’t sound familiar to her. He was a little familiar, though. “Could you just give me a minute to grab my purse?”