Elena pressed forward through the suffocating darkness of the pyramid's inner corridors, her flashlight beam slicing across walls etched with faded hieroglyphs that seemed to pulse under the dust. The air hung thick with the scent of ancient stone and myrrh, heavy enough to coat her tongue, while her toned legs flexed with each cautious step over uneven sandstone floors. Warnings of traps whispered from the carvings—poisoned darts, collapsing ceilings—and she traced the symbols with gloved fingers, deciphering their tale of a forbidden prince sealed away for eternity, her heart pounding not just from the peril but from the electric thrill of uncovering what no one else had dared. A low rumble echoed as she sidestepped a pressure plate, the floor shifting beneath her boots with a grinding protest that sent vibrations up her thighs, her long dark hair clinging damply to her neck from the rising heat.

Deeper still, the passage narrowed until it opened into a vast antechamber dominated by a sealed golden door, its surface inlaid with lapis lazuli and obsidian that gleamed like living eyes under her light. Hieroglyphs here depicted a muscular figure entwined with stars and serpents, promising power through union, and Elena's breath quickened as she brushed aside centuries of grime to reveal the mechanism—a carved ankh at its center. Curiosity overriding caution, she pressed her palm against it, feeling the stone warm unnaturally beneath her skin, a surge of warm energy rippling up her arm like invisible fingers caressing her breasts and settling low in her belly with an unexpected throb of arousal. The door shuddered, golden light fracturing from its seams, and with a hiss of released pressure it swung inward to reveal a chamber of pure opulence: walls lined in hammered gold, a raised dais holding an ornate sarcophagus that glowed from within.

The air inside thickened with incense and something primal, electric, as the sarcophagus lid cracked open on its own, revealing Prince Khepri's preserved form—sculpted muscles rippling under golden skin, his broad chest rising with sudden life, and between his powerful thighs his cock stirring from its dormant state into rigid thickness. Elena stumbled back, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the sight of his commanding presence awakening, dark eyes locking onto hers with ancient hunger as the curse's magic flooded the room, making her nipples harden against her shirt and her skin flush with insistent, timeless desire.

Khepri's dark eyes, ancient and fathomless, drank in the sight of Elena as he rose from the sarcophagus, his sculpted form unfolding with fluid power after millennia of stasis. She was the first woman he had seen in over four thousand years, and the realization ignited a primal fire in his veins; his golden skin flushed as his gaze raked over her toned curves, lingering on the swell of her breasts where her hardened nipples strained against the damp fabric of her shirt, then tracing the flare of her hips and the way her thighs trembled with unspoken need. His cock, already rigid and veined with pulsing heat, twitched visibly, a bead of ancient essence forming at its tip as he stepped forward, the air crackling with the curse's magic that made his voice emerge like thunder wrapped in silk. "By the gods... such beauty, untouched by time's veil. You awaken what was sealed."

Elena froze under his scrutiny, her breath hitching as his commanding presence filled the chamber, but a surge of the energy from the door's ankh still coursed through her, drawing her gloved hand forward almost against her will. Her fingers brushed his bare chest—warm, unyielding muscle beneath golden flesh—and the touch completed the awakening, a jolt of raw magic surging between them that made his cock throb harder against her palm as she steadied herself. He caught her wrist with a possessive grip, pulling her closer so their bodies aligned, his free hand sliding down her side to cup one breast, thumb circling her nipple through the cloth until she gasped. The shock in his eyes softened into hunger, their breaths mingling as the magnetic pull erased the centuries between them, her pussy aching with wet heat that matched the fire in his gaze.

"You... you are real," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear as he pressed his rigid length against her thigh, the smooth heat of it sending sparks through her core. Elena's initial alarm melted into a flood of desire, her body arching instinctively into his touch while her fingers explored the sculpted ridges of his abdomen, dipping lower toward the thick shaft that demanded her attention. The chamber's incense thickened around them, amplifying every sensation—the rough silk of his skin against hers, the electric throb of arousal building in her belly—as their eyes locked in mutual surrender, the forbidden curse weaving their passions into something timeless and inevitable.

His lips claimed hers in a searing kiss that tasted of myrrh and forgotten empires, his tongue delving deep as if to consume the very breath from her lungs. Elena moaned into the contact, her body yielding as his powerful hands tore at her shirt, buttons scattering like ancient coins across the stone floor. The fabric ripped away, exposing her breasts to the humid air, and Khepri's mouth descended, sucking one hardened nipple between his teeth while his fingers worked her pants down her thighs. His naked form pressed against her—every inch of his sculpted, golden-sculpted body radiating heat, from the broad planes of his chest and the taut ridges of his abdomen to the thick, heavy cock jutting proudly between his legs, its veined length slick with anticipation and crowned by that glistening bead of essence. The curse thrummed through him, a whispered compulsion he voiced in a husky growl against her skin: "Millennia bound me to crave the forbidden nectar of women, to taste and worship what the gods sealed away from all but me."

He sank to his knees before her, spreading her legs with commanding ease, his golden skin gleaming under the torchlight as he bared her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Elena's fingers

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