Lady Van Helsing/Go back to the hotel, get a room, and take a nap
From Create Your Own Story
The return trip is a quiet one, the only sound the wheels of the carriage as they roll over the uneven Cairo streets, and the quiet sobbing of Dr Frinks. Upon arrival at the Shepheards, you ask the clerk at the desk for a room.
Exhaustion hits you like a British rails steamer almost the moment you enter the room. The heat, combined with the unused adrenaline from the fight that never came to pass and the intense light show at the experimental station has left you near collapse. You strip out of you sweat stained clothes and undergarments, and lie on on top of the bedsheets, spreading your arms and legs in an attempt to dissipate some heat. You prop your head up on the pillow and watch the hypnotic rise and fall of your glistening breasts, slowly drifting off to sleep.
You awaken much later. The sun has set, and the light of the full moon shines through the clear desert air and into your room. By this moonlight you see a young girl, pale skinned and black haired, standing before your bed. She is nude save for finely worked gold jewelry of an Egyptian pattern around her neck and wrists, revealing two perfectly formed girlish breasts, tipped with beautiful light pink areolae and erect nipples, and a hairless slit, blooming and glistening with arousal, clitoris standing out of its hood.
Seeing you awaken, she looks at you with a smile in her eyes, then begins to climb onto the bed and up your body, her nipples grazing your stomach and her vulva rubbing against your leg on the the way up, her lower lips almost suckling you as if they were a mouth. She looks you straight in the eyes, with a look of pure desire, then kisses you deeply. "I am here to bring you pleasure," She whispers in your ear. "My hands are as fire, kindling the heat within." She presses one hand against your heart, and another against your pubic mound. Fire does indeed sprout from her hands, and signs of your own arousal are soon evident, your nipples pushing rubbing and sliding against hers as they harden, your slit beginning to ripen and moisten to match hers. She thrusts herself against you, pushing her slit against yours, while simultaneously pulling your head up and pushing your mouth to hers. "Is it just my imagination," you think, "or is her pussy eating me out?" Indeed that is what it feels like, as if her vagina were trying to drink up your arousal.
With the fire burning inside you out of control, the kisses, and the sensation of her lower lips against yours, you know that you will be having a screaming, gushing orgasm before too long.
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