Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

Three days of festivities followed after the statue's arrival. Where another was taking place as once again Andrew lead the way down the Avenue of Sphinxes towards the entrance of the first pylon that led the Pharaoh and the priests into those hidden halls of Luxor temple. Leading the statue of Ra into the temple of Mut on the other end of the temple. As those heavy cedar doors closed...

Andrew gasped; he felt something... odd, something unnatural burning within him. The blue light of the power of the Pharaoh (i.e., Andrew's divinity), burned brightly along Andrew's blue-green eyes. His ankh burned against his skin as he felt something unworldly growing inside of him.

"Good, you've finally found your goddom," Bast mused; a salacious light played along her golden eyes at the moan of pleasure that escaped Andrew's lips when she rolled her hips. "Do you understand what was shown to you?" she asked, in a loving tone given how their marriage was similar to Ra's and Mut's own.

"... I think so, but why would they listen to me?" Andrew asked in a serious tone.

"Because it will be so," Bast said, increasing her pace, squeezing her folds to milk that rod. "Our union will restore Ma'at, and with it, so will Egypt. For the Pharaoh has arisen," she whispered before bringing Andrew over the tipping point.

The next day...

Andrew stared up at the front façade of the U.N. after paying for his cab. His eyes running up its glassy exterior as the countries represented flags waved in the wind as he noted how the sky's reflection played off the glass. Walking through security, through the lobby, noting the few gazes he drew as he did. While his very pricey suit might have turned a few heads, but no, it wasn't any of that. It was the fact that he walked like he was the King of the world, at least part of it. Flashing the man and woman a friendly smile as they entered the cab of the elevator behind him. All through the ride up to the six-floor, Andrew noted how the woman was eyeing him by her reflection in the door. He has been wondering how far this blessing of Ra's would go. Reaching over, hitting the stop button, seeing that sultriness in the woman creeping out.

"Sorry to be blunt, but I get the feeling you want to suck on something," Andrew said, looking at the woman while ignoring the man.

"Maybe." Andrew did feel for the guy when that look of sadness appeared in the man's eyes when it appeared she had no idea or didn't care that he had feelings for her. Yet, for this test, he would have to break the man's heart just to see how far he could push things.

"Would you suck me off right here?" Shooting the man an apologetic look when the woman pushed him out of the way. Andrew noted how the man took solace in the fact that they weren't dating. At least they didn't act like they were.

Andrew walked onto the sixth floor unsteadily. Looking back, seeing the woman whisper the words 'Call me' recounting how she was when she laid eyes upon his manhood. Also, seeing the forlorn look in the man's eyes, knowing what he hoped for would never be before they disappeared from the story altogether.

"Hello, Mr. McCain," Neith (Isis' earthly disguise) greeted as Andrew was shown in. "I see you've arisen from your slumber, Pharaoh. What can Isis do for the Ruler of Egypt?" Isis inquired once the door was closed.

"I want to restore the temples of Karnak and Luxor," Andrew said, watching Isis walk towards the large windows that peered out at the city.

"I see; yes, restoring the temples is a good way to start the restoration of Maʽat," Isis stated, nodding in agreement. "But there's much more than just painting stone to restore it," she said cryptically.

"Do you think you Gods can swing that?"

"I believe we can," Isis said with an amused smile. "Have it done under, say, a tourist attraction, the mortals don't need to know the truth. Even if they did hear the truth, mortals wouldn't believe it's to restore Maʽat," she said, with a knowing smile as she peered over her shoulder. "Isn't that right, Pharaoh?"

"Yeah..." Scratching his cheek, "Isis, can I ask you something?" Andrew spoke, his eyes staring at her back as the Goddess continued to gaze out the window.

"Of course, you may."

"Bast said something about something approaching. Can you tell what it is?" Andrew asked; he was already dealing with a bunch of strangeness he didn't need to compile it with more.

"Hmm... it's old, powerful, something I felt before. I just can't place it," Isis mused, as her finger tapped her chin as she stared up at the sky. "But, you needn't worry; I don't believe it's after you. Otherwise, it wouldn't be lingering in the shadows."

"Well, that just clears things up," Andrew said sarcastically.

"You almost sound disappointed," Isis teased, turning towards him.

"To face off against something that old, and you Gods can't tell me what it is, not likely," Andrew muttered, leaning back into his chair. "I spoke with your husband the other day."

"I know," Isis flashed him a smile. "You should have seen Osiris; he was so happy! It's been ages since anyone has summoned him. For a God, he was giddy as a schoolboy, as the saying goes."

"Ah, yeah, I would expect judging the dead does tend to get old after a while," Andrew nodded.

"Pharaoh?"

"Hmm?" Andrew hummed as he rose from his seat.

"Please, do pray to my husband more often; I think he tends to get lonely."

"Is that possible for a God?"

"Very, especially when few worship us, and Osiris has very few souls to judge these days," Isis said, a little sadly.

"Sure, Let me go to the local store and pick up an Osiris statue, and I'll set up a place in my room," Andrew joked.

"No need, Bast has taken care of it," Isis said, after a few moments of silence.

Andrew sighed in his mind when it appeared that Gods do not get a human's sense of humor. He dreaded what Bast will have done to his room by the time he got back home. Saying his goodbyes and thanking her for her time before leaving Isis's office. He had no clue why Isis was masquerading as a mortal, and he didn't want to know. There was enough weirdness in his life to tide him over. He didn't need to pile on to it.

Taking a taxi over to the museum, he still couldn't get over the fact that his face was up there for all to see as Andrew gazed up at the banners that flapped in the wind. Nodding to the guard as he walked in, given the amount of time he has spent there, the staff knew him by name. No one batted an eye as he walked through the exhibit seeing the work that was already completed ahead of the opening in a day. He could feel the energy in the air as those around him were eager to show off the new items that had come to their shore.

"Andy?!" Alex's eyes lit up at the sight of her son as they worked to put the finishing touches on the exhibit room where Onouphrios' sarcophagus would be displayed during the week. It would be brought out an hour before the exhibit opens to keep the coffin as secured as possible, given that it was solid gold.

"Hello, Pharaoh," Carla purred in ancient Egyptian.

"Yes," her arms wrapped around him from behind as her 32A breasts pressed into his back, "hello, my king," Anta cooed in that ancient dead language.

Andrew looked to his mother, who simply looked away, trying to play innocent that she didn't teach them. "Hello," Andrew greeted. "So... what's the plan for today?" he asked, brushing his thumb along the back of Anta's hand.

"Well..." Walking towards her son with the elegance of a future Queen, "we were going to finish up in here to ensure that the room will be ready when they bring in Onouphrios' sarcophagus when you showed up," Alex said, running the pad of her finger up the front of his neck, along the underside of his chin before leaning in and passionately kissing her son, her lover. "You're Queen should always be the first to get their kiss in for the day," she cooed lightly once their lips left each other's. She saw no reason to withhold her affection, given how Carla and Anta knew all about them now. Now she knew their time in London, Paris, Rome, and finally, Cairo wouldn't be skirting around trying to keep their relationship hidden from her students.

"So, Andrew, who's your date for the grand opening?" Carla asked as he held the ladder steady for her as she set up the Egyptian blue tapestry to show the elegance of the color that's been lost for so long until man artificially recreated it or as close to it as they could.

"Date?!" Andrew uttered in confusion while trying not to stare at Carla's ass, as hard as that was, given how shapely, how firm, how kissable it was from his vantage point.

"Surely you knew you could bring a date to it, right?" Carla spoke peering down at him. Smiling when she noted where his eyes were.

"Was not made aware of that," Andrew said, seeing his mother's blushing cheeks as her eyes found something rather curious to study.

"So, who are you taking?" Anta asked, in a sultry tone as her brown eyes lustered in her want. She never wore a bra; in the desert, it was a godsend given the heat. Yet she wanted, no, needed Andrew to know he would always have easy access to her breasts whenever he wanted. Seeing his eyes dip low, knowing he was staring at her hard nipples that were very visible against her shirt.

"It's a trap!" Roared in his mind, Andrew would have to agree with that voice. "What was that? I think I'm going to go check on that noise; sounds serious," Andrew muttered, backing out of the room slowly.

"Stop right there!" Anta growled in a predatory light. The look of a lioness on the prowl as her hands leap frogged, one over the other, as she ambled alongside the folded table...

Carla screamed out in fear, her world slowing, knowing, given where the ladder was, she was liable to crack her skull on the corner of the raised platform where the sarcophagus would sit. Closing her eyes, accepting her fate... only to feel arms wrapping around her. Andrew's darkening red hair, returning to its normal shade from the lack of time under the sun, waving through the air. Her green eyes stared in wonder at what she was experiencing and seeing at that moment. Feeling his grip tighten on her upper arm and her upper right thigh and squeezing her body closer to his chest when she felt his feet pressing against the wall, feeling his legs storing his surging strength in his muscles. Yelping loudly when Andrew sprung into a backwards summersault. Feeling her brown hair whipping through the air before she felt Andrew's feet landing on solid ground. Noting that they were exactly in the middle of the platform.

"Andrew... how?!" Carla uttered in awe as she stared up at him. Before throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his neck. Whispering her gratitude to him, so very, very glad to still be alive.

All through that, all Andrew could think of was, "What the fuck am I doing?!" So not letting on that he was totally freaking out, he put on a brave face and spoke in a firm and powerful tone, "Told you, I. Am. Pharaoh." A ring of blue light played along the surface of his blue-green eyes. "Please, don't tell me that thing appeared again?" he groaned when Carla nodded with shocked eyes. "But you're okay, right?" Andrew asked, sitting her down on the surface of the platform.

"Are you okay?!" Anta and Alex uttered in unison, looking right at Andrew.

"Yeah, why?" Andrew asked, rising to his feet; he could sense it. Feel it in the marrow of his bones. His divinity coursing through his veins like high test jet fuel.

"Because..." Alex's voice stilled, unable to say the word.

"What you did was inhuman?!" Anta exclaim, yes, she was so happy Carla was safe, yet what she had just witnessed was something out of ancient Greek myths. That was the only thing she could equate what she saw to because no laymen could perform what had just happened. It was just improbable.

"Yeah... okay, it kind of was, but welcome to my world where nothing makes sense to a scientific mind," Andrew said, stepping down from the platform. Looking down when Carla took hold of his hand. Noting how she gazed up at him, then dropped her chin in bashfulness as her cheeks heated. Huffing when his mother nearly crushed him in a tight embrace.

"I was so scared, and I'm so proud of you," Alex whispered in a loving voice into her son's ear. Rubbing her 32C breasts into his chest as she did. Feeling Carla nuzzling the back of his hand with her cheek. Holding out his free hand to Anta when he saw her starting to pout at being left out.

"Andrew," Anta's sweet, alluring voice filled that small space, "if you're Pharaoh, does that make Carla and I your Royal Harem?"

"I... guess," Andrew muttered, tilting his head to the side and scratched it, wondering if he was going to like the reason behind it. "Why?"

"If we are, then why not let us both escort you to the event," Anta cooed, pressing her womanly shape against his. "Your Queen," smiling when Alex blushed, "will have to be here to make sure the museum is ready for the party tomorrow night. Plus," rising to the tips of her toes. "the Pharaoh needs to be seen with his hot, fuckable women," she purred heatedly into his ear, her velvety lips lightly tugged on his earlobe as his Nemes slowly faded to the ether. "And you know we have the dresses."

"Please, Andy?!" Carla whispered; she still couldn't fathom that he had saved her. Not that she was complaining, yet, no one ever went that far for her before.

"Like I'm going to pass up a night with the two of you," Andrew said, his arms wrapped around their waists and pulled them closer.

"Well..." Alex grew silent, wanting to be held like that, to be adorning his arm at some glamorous event, "your Queen best be on your arm at the London opening," she said, turning her nose up in a cute little way.

"Sure, Mom," Andrew said, flashing Alex a coy smile, noting Carla's and Anta's blushing cheeks as he gently squeezing their asses as he did.

"Then we best finish and do the walkthrough. Will you stay until then?" Alex asked, eager to spend time with her son. Her heart fluttered when her son nodded. As the hours passed and the waning light of the sun shone through the doors where the party attendees would enter and exit from, her sky-blue eyes lingered on her son, not wishing to end their evening together. "Andy... how about we have dinner together," Alex spoke softly as they stood side by side, the pads of her fingers ran down the palm of his left hand before her fingers interweaved with his. Feeling the corners of her lips lifting when she felt his light squeeze.

"Please, Andy, this is probably the only time I'm ever going to be in New York ever again. I'd like to dine at the best restaurant with the man I'm with. You do want your Royal Harem to be happy, no?" Anta uttered with a sly smirk.

"The best, huh?" Andrew mused as he reached into his right pocket. Seeing Carla and Anta nodding as he shook his head as he brought up his father's cell phone number. Knowing his father could get them in at the best places on short notice. Noting the look in his mother's eyes as he brought up his phone.

"Come on, girls, let's give Andy some privacy," Alex said, turning Carla and Anta towards the doors as Andrew brought his phone to his ear.

"Hello, Andy," Julián answered.

"Hey Dad, letting you know I'm going to be late, but I'll be home tonight. Need a favor, though."

"Oh? With what?" Julián asked with an amused tone.

"Wondering if you could maybe get me a table for four at the best place you know," Andrew said, hoping his father didn't look hard into it.

"Going out to celebrate all the hard work you all put in." Feeling his smile forming at the sound of his father's chuckle. "Okay, give me a few. I know the perfect place for you four."

"Thanks, Dad."

"No worries, son, what are father's for?"

Nodding to himself when he read the text his father sent a few minutes later. Texting his father back, thanking him, and telling him he loved him before he went to hail a cab.

"Andy, can I ask you something?" Alex inquired as she, Andrew, Anta, and Carla sat around their table. Other than Andrew, due to being underage, they were enjoying a glass of fine red wine as they waited for their dinner to reach their table.

"Sure," Andrew uttered, casting Carla a sinful smile as she gazed at him dreamily.

"A while ago, you said something about there being more to the Amkhakha temple. Will you elaborate on what you meant?" Alex spoke her left forearm rested on the table as her right elbow rested on it, with her chin sitting on the heel of her right hand. Gazing at her son with wonder lust, wondering on just what the two of them would discover in the years to come.

"If you're facing the temple, there's... sort of like an open... hmm... what was that thing in Rome that the Senators spoke at?" Andrew asked, looking around the table.

"Like the Roman Forum?" Carla chimed in.

"Yeah, it sort of looked like that just without a roof," Andrew stated, thinking back to the day they uncovered Thinis.

"Huh, well, if it was on the grade as the temple was when it was buried, then it isn't too surprising we missed it," Anta said offhandedly. "Andrew?"

"Hmm?" Andrew hummed as his thumb brushed along her knuckles as he held her hand.

"Since we all know," her brown eyes looked at her Professor and her friend, "when we're at the dig, can't we all just stay together?" Anta asked, seeing the very interested looks in their eyes when they too waited for Andrew's answer.

"Why wait until then?" Carla cut in. "Why not start when we get to London. I get why we're not right now," she stated, her eyes cutting to Alex. Wondering if she could take her crush further as she slyly glanced at her Professor.

"Would that be alright with you, Andrew?" Alex asked in a loving voice. "If we lived like we're your lovers?"

Andrew stared at his mother quizzically as those cheeks of hers heated when she uttered those words. "Lovers, huh?" Andrew mused cocking an eyebrow.

"Don't you want to?" Anta asked with a bashful glance.

"Sure, why not, this is the least weird thing in my life right now. I need some normalcy," Andrew said, flashing them a smile as he noted their approaching waiter.

"I can't wait for London," Alex whispered as she and Andrew stood in her hotel room's doorway as he waited for Carla and Anta to fetch their bags, given that they would be spending the day with Andrew in his home. "There, I don't have to hide how much I want to kiss you," she whispered before lightly kissing her son.

"I'm sure that's not all you want to do to me?" Andrew teased, seeing the lust, the fire in her sky-blue eyes when he played with her ass.

"Mmmhmm," Alex purred as her teeth lightly tugged on her son's lower lip. "Andy?" she cooed with a deviousness in her eyes.

"Yes?" Andrew drew out the word.

"If I'm to be the Queen, shouldn't I have a crown?" Biting her lip when she felt her son's hand on her ass and the sting from the spank. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, baby. Spanking your mother, like I used to do," Alex said in a sultry tone.

"I might, then again, I think you get more out of it than I do," Andrew teased, watching the elation in her eyes when he palmed that shapely ass of hers.

"I can't help that," her fingers lightly curled around Andrew's shirt, "it's my lover's hand on my body. Why wouldn't I be aroused by it?" Alex asked, her lips lightly teased her son's.

"Andrew?" Anta called out, causing Andrew to turn his head. "We best not keep the cab waiting," she spoke softly, her eyes running down his body, knowing what they would be doing the moment they got to his penthouse.

"Go, I got to have you last night," Alex whispered, her fingertips lightly danced down Andrew's right cheek. "Try to relax until tomorrow night, where I expect you to dance with your Queen." Resting her head against the doorframe, watching the three of them walking towards the elevator. Waving to her son when he looked back at her. Knowing she needed to get to sleep if she wanted to make her eight o'clock spa appointment. Locking the door once the latch was caught, a smile formed on her lips at what awaited her once they left the city.

"Andrew..." Julián stopped in his tracks when he noted Carla and Anta filing in after his son walked through the door when he came from the kitchen with his and Wilma's drinks before they turned in for the night.

"We'll be in your room," Carla purred. The pads of her fingers danced along Andrew's as she sashayed past him. Waving and flashing Wilma and Julián a smile as she walked off with the wheels of her suitcase sounding in the air.

"Take your time; we're not going anywhere for a long, long time," Anta cooed lightly, her left thumb brushed along Andrew's left cheek after she had placed a kiss on his lips. Giving Wilma and Julián her own greeting as she walked towards Andrew's bedroom. "Don't keep us waiting, Pharaoh," she spoke in broken ancient Egyptian, yet Andrew had no trouble understanding what she meant when she gazed at him from his door.

"Andy, having a little sleepover, are we?" Wilma asked, with a coy smirk.

"Something like that," Andrew nodded.

"Do keep the noise down, son," Julián said, with a knowing smile.

"I'll try, but you know how they are," Andrew said, matching his father's smile.

"True," nodding along, "I do," Julián uttered, remembering back to the night they all were together in that very living room.

"So, Andy, tomorrow night is the big night; you excited?" Wilma asked, snuggling up to her husband when Julián placed his arm along her shoulders.

"So-so," Andrew admitted.

"Don't worry, I know it'll go off without a hitch," Julián stated with a smile on his face. "You better not keep those girls waiting, son," he said with a knowing smirk.

"Night, Dad, night, Mom," Andrew waved to them as he walked towards his bedroom. Knowing he wouldn't be seeing it for a very, very long time after this week.

"Night, son." Their voices called out to him as he opened the door to his room. There, waiting on his bed, splayed out, ever ready to explore the length of his bed with their bodies, were two of the hottest women he's come to know, naked as the day they were born, eagerly waiting for him. A sinful smile formed on his lips as the door closed behind him.

The next night...

The lights of the city played along the polished, waxed, stretch limousine as it pulled to a stop at the end of the red carpet. His blue-green eyes shining, the flashing lights of cameras highlighted his darkening red hair as the lights played along his high-priced suit. Turning to his left he held out his hand; Anta's caramel skin held a rich look to it under the lights as Andrew helped her out from the rear. The light pink, fitted, lace knee-length cocktail dress clung to her body like it was painted on. Soon, Carla, too, was standing on the red carpet, snuggling up to Andrew in her elegant red dinner dress. Andrew flashing his father and Wilma a smile as they too left the confines of that luxurious ride.

Noting how Carla and Anta smiled and waved at the reporters as they walked down the plush red carpet. Looking back, noting how his stepmother was enjoying herself as camera shutters fired off. A feeling of warmth filled his heart at how beautiful Wilma was on his father's arm. Happy to know his father wouldn't be alone while he was away.

Seeing his mother's eyes lighting up when he walked, with Carla and Anta still on his arms, his eyes took note of the museum's director standing beside his mother. He'd met the man before, briefly, yet they pretty much avoided one another, along with the other Egyptologists that worked at the museum.

"Ah, Mr. McCain, so glad you could make it tonight," the director said, shaking Andrew's hand.

"Wouldn't miss it; after all, these three ladies have worked very hard all month long," Andrew replied, seeing his mother's cheeks heat. Noting how his mother's eyes glanced to the left as his father and Wilma entered. Seeing the frustration in her eyes that she wouldn't be able to be close to him with his father around. Along with how alluring his mother was in that black satin slip dress he had bought for her a few weeks ago. His mother was stunning in it now, just as she was then.

"That they did, I suspect this exhibit will be on the lips of many people for some time," the old man said, with a smile on his lips. With that, Andrew moved down the line, greeting his mother as Dr. Sanders getting a small smile from her, then moving to greet the other Egyptologists beside her.

Chatting with them as he greeted the guests while Anta and Carla stood with his father and Wilma. Talking about something that seemed serious given the stern nods he saw from Anta and Carla. However, as a boy no older than he spoke excitedly to his mother, something seemed off with him. Something that seemed unnatural to him, then again, he too was something unnatural. His blue-green eyes ran down his brown hair to how gleeful his equally brown eyes appeared to be as his mother chatted away with the teenager. Arching an eyebrow when his mother was touching the man a little too much. Then as quickly as their chat began, the man moved to stand before him.

"Hello, Mr. McCain; I watched everything about your findings. It was incredible!" Ira exclaimed as he shook Andrew's hand. The moment their palms touched one another's, their eyes shot towards each other's, both wearing a questioning look in their eyes.

"Hello, Dr. Sanders, I'm Dr. Beauchamp; I teach archaeology at the college in Portland. Your findings have the world in a tizzy," Alyda said sweetly, shaking Alex's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Dr. Beauchamp," Alex greeted with a warm smile. "I can't take all the credit for the findings. Yes, my team and I were a part of it, but it was this man," gesturing to her son beside her, "that found those hidden treasures."

"Yes," Andrew wondered why he felt himself getting aroused as those bright green eyes fell on him, "I've heard about him as well," Alyda said, with a coy smile. "I would love to discuss what you two have found after the party has gotten underway."

"We would love to, won't we, Mr. McCain?" Alex spoke, looking over at her son.

"Sure," drawing out the word, wondering what the hell he was feeling right then when neither he nor Ira could or would let go of each other's hands, "I'd be happy too," Andrew uttered, wondering if this was what Isis and Bast had warned him about.

"I'm Ira, by the way, sorry, I kind of got a little star-struck," Ira said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling his cheeks heat.

"Ira, I think we've held up the line long enough," Alyda said sweetly. Noting how Andrew was slyly glancing down at her 42DD breasts as she leaned into Ira. "We can't wait to see the exhibit," she said, in a warm tone, with a smile on her face as she and Ira walked past him. Keeping her smile hidden when Alex elbowed Andrew in the ribs.

Throughout the greeting of the attendees who had paid the fee to get in early to see the rare artifacts on display, it was rather uneventful if you discount Andrew's weird encounter with Ira and Alyda. Making small talk with the museum's permanent Egyptologists, answering the multitude of questions they had regarding his current findings, he had a hand in. Correcting some of the misconceptions they had about the Old Kingdom along with describing what the hidden room Akhenaten and Nefertiti were found in when he had rediscovered it. Looking to his left when he felt a hand on his arm.

"Andy," Alex leaned in and whispered into his ear, "it's time. Will you come with me?" she asked, praying that he would. A warm smile appeared on her lips when her son nodded. Listening to her son excuse himself, to which her counterparts nodded in understanding. "For someone who doesn't want to be in this field, you sure are getting to know a few archaeologists," Alex teased, as she looped her arm around his. Swaying her ass as she and her son walked towards the replica of the Sphinx they had built out of Styrofoam.

"Can't help it, you people always trying to disturb the dead," Andrew retorted with a joking smile.

"If I never went to Egypt, I would never know that I am the Princess of Egypt," Alex whispered heatedly into her son's ear. Smirking at his low groan, "Nor would I come to know that I would be the Pharaoh's Queen."

"You can't let that go, can you?"

"Nope," Alex mused in a chipper voice, "why should I?" Seeing his nod when she told him to wait here as she lightly ran her hand down Andrew's arm. Walking towards the entrance of the wing the exhibit was housed in, peering over her shoulder, noting how her son's eyes were checking out her ass. Seeing Carla and Anta quickly walking over to her after they had left her ex-husband's side. Wondering just when the two of them got so close to her ex and his new wife. "Please, can I have everyone's attention?!" Alex spoke loud enough for those seventy-five souls who had come to the event could hear. Seeing their eyes turning towards her, eagerly wanting to see what was behind those sealed doors. "In a moment we'll open the doors of the exhibit, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask my students, Mr. McCain or myself," seeing the perplexed look in Julián's eyes when she called her son that, "and we'll answer your questions to the best of our abilities. Also, we are joined by the museum's director and it's two permanent Egyptologists, so if you have any questions, they too can help you understand what you see this evening," she said, seeing her colleagues straighten their shoulders as the attendees turned to look at them. After all, this was a very big event for the city and the museum. "Now, please, if you would follow me, Mr. McCain will lead us on our tour," Alex said elegantly before spinning on her heel. "Please, if you would, Mr. McCain." Gesturing to the globe that was a replica of the one beneath the real Sphinx.

Smiling seductively at her son once he had lined up Orion's belt just like the original. Watching the automatic doors swinging open, her mind flashed back to the video call she and Anta were on as she watched her son do what no one had done before.

"Imagine yourself, thrust back into 2600 BC, long before there was running water, clean water, stable food production, and all the amenities we take for granted these days," Andrew spoke as he walked backwards into the hall where the holographic projectors displayed the images of the walls of the tomb beneath the Sphinx. "This," his hands were held out to the sides gesturing to the walls, "was built by people who have yet to master bronze making, who were using copper chisels and stone mallets to carve and polish the stone. Can you imagine the workforce that would be needed to create such a monument?" he asked, seeing his mother's prideful nod as she led the attendees down the hall.

"Mr. McCain?" Ira rose his hand out of habit. His excitement was evident in his voice.

"Yes, do you have a question?" Andrew asked, trying not to show how weirded out he was by the teenager.

"Yes, sorry," Ira whispered as he slipped by Carla, not seeing the look in her eyes. "I was wondering if you or the team you were with had time to translate the walls?" he asked, so very happy to have something normal in his life that wasn't trying to kill him.

"It's mainly about how great Sneferu was, how prosperous his rein was, how the Gods bestowed the bounty of the land to him, etc. etc.," Andrew said offhandedly. "You seem disappointed," he said, noting the look in Ira's eyes.

"It's just, I don't know... I thought there would be more, you know," Ira said, with a friendly smile.

"Ah, chasing the secrets of Egypt, seems like," Andrew said, looking at his mother. "Be careful you don't lose what you value the most, seeking things that lay hidden in the dark. Sometimes that's where they should remain," he stated cryptically. "Moving on," ignoring the look in Ira's eyes when he tried to decern what he meant by that remark, "if you follow me, the Cairo museum was kind enough to release some of the items that were found in the tomb. "Please, take your time and discuss," Andrew said, standing off to the side once they left the hallway.

"You're doing a very good job, honey," Alex whispered into his ear. Her eyes glanced down when Julián flashed their son a fatherly smile before he tore his gaze away from her. How that hurt her, then again, she did just abandon them for a dream, so she couldn't be too surprised he still hated her.

"Ira?! Ira?! Come here," Alyda said, waving excitedly at him when she saw the necklace.

"What's up?" Ira asked, eager to see what had her so happy. Seeing the heat in her cheeks as his hand ran along the small of her back before coming to rest on Alyda's right hip.

"Look?!" Alyda said, pointing down at the necklace.

"Can you read it?" Ira asked, scratching his head when he couldn't make out what the hieroglyphics meant.

"A little, Egypt isn't my field of study, but I do know some..."

"Is there something I can help the two of you with?" Alex spoke politely as she stood behind the case.

"Was Hetepheres this unknown Pharaoh's mother?" Alyda asked in an academic voice.

"I like to believe so," Alex nodded, not letting on that she knew personally that was true. "It, along with Onouphrios's seal stone, which the necklace was found under, when Mr. McCain discovered the sarcophagi," directing their view to her son, "was in the bejeweled lock box, which he unlocked for us. So, one has to ask why it was in there if she wasn't his mother?"

"That... is a logical explanation," Alyda said with a nod.

"But, until it can be verified," she gently shrugged, "that's why there's a disclaimer," Alex stated, pointing to the note.

"Man, I hope I can find something as marvelous as this," Ira said, with a friendly smile as he peered down at the items on display.

"Are you an archaeology student?" Alex asked, perplexed.

"Not yet, but soon he will be," Alyda cooed, shooting Ira a sultry look.

"Ah, any field, in particular, you're interested in?" Alex inquired curiously.

"Not really, I just like ancient history," Ira said with a smile when his gaze lifted. Recounting the time when he wanted to be like Indiana Jones, or that was what he wanted to be before coming what he was to this day. "Can I ask you, Dr. Sanders, what was it like entering that chamber where Akhenaten and Nefertiti were entombed?"

"Like I was eight all over again on Christmas morning," Alex answered with a friendly smile. "I have to admit I, and I know many of my colleagues, didn't believe Mr. McCain when he claimed to know where they were buried..."

"Yeah, that old man was rather rude," Andrew said, cutting in.

"Can you blame them?" Alex asked with a lustful smile when her son reached her side. "Akhenaten and Nefertiti were like our holy grail, and you just basically said 'here they are', when we all have searched King Tut's tomb since it was found in 1923. I do wonder what else you have in store for Egypt."

"Well, just wait until they unearth the tombs in the Qattara Depression," Andrew retorted with a sly grin.

"Are you sure young man?" Alyda asked in a teacherly voice. "From what I understand, that place is nothing but dessert. Why would they build tombs there?"

"Because, in the final days of Egypt, the Pharaoh was only in control of Lower Egypt while the priest of Thebes ran Upper Egypt, so they were cut off from the Valley of the Kings. Hence why they chose the Qattara Depression due to the salt content and arid environment compared to the dampness of the delta," Andrew said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Show her the picture," he spoke, nudging his mother's arm when he saw the disbelief in Alyda's eyes.

"My students and I, along with Mr. McCain here, found this exactly where he said it would be," Alex said, showing Alyda and Ira the picture she had taken before they departed for the Valley of the Kings.

"Oh, my!" Alyda gasped. Ira stared in wonder at what he was seeing.

"Have you explored it yet?" Ira asked. His eagerness was clear as day.

"No, not yet, the tombs won't be explored for some time, that is until my team and I, along with Mr. McCain, are finished unearthing the Amkhakha temple; the artifacts we found there will be on display at the Cairo museum once everything has been cataloged."

"Man, what I wouldn't give to be there," Ira muttered.

"Yeah, don't think you'd like 120-degree heat," Andrew said offhandedly.

"Don't worry, Ira, I'll give you your own treasure to find later tonight," Alyda whispered heatedly into Ira's right ear. Slyly peering at Andrew from the corner of her eye when there was something very strange about the boy that she couldn't put her finger on. He wasn't like Ira or Samuel, yet something else, she just couldn't pin down. However, she had smelled the pomegranates drifting off of his body; her succubus was rather intrigued when that curious smell made her aroused, and that pegged her curiosity to no end. "Come, Ira, we shouldn't horde the good Doctor's and Mr. McCain's time," Alyda said sweetly, lightly patting Ira's right arm.

"I hope the two of you enjoy the exhibit," Alex said as they departed.

After Andrew had finished the tour and the party was beginning to be in full swing. He felt himself being pulled backward as Anta pulled him into the shadows. Arching an eyebrow when she placed a finger to her lips and whispered to him to follow her. Peaking over his shoulder to make sure they hadn't garnered any attention as Anta led him through the museum. Peering up at the bright red, illuminated exit sign as she pulled him into the stairwell.

"You..." Her kisses were fraught with urgency, knowing they couldn't stay there all night, "got me so fucking hot," Anta growled in need as her lips tore at his. "Fuck me, Andrew!" Spinning around, placing her hand on the wall while her left hand pulled up the hem of her dress to show him that she wasn't wearing anything beneath. "Can't you see how wet I am?" Her voice was soft yet held her lust as she peered over her shoulder at him. "I need my Pharaoh in me," Anta spoke in ancient Egyptian as she spread her labia to show off her pink, moist center to him. A place that would always welcome him. A place where his cum would always be accepted.

"My, Anta, didn't know you had this in you," Andrew mused, feeling the gooseflesh on her skin as his hands ran up the back of her thighs. Hearing her little whimper as he kneaded her ass cheeks.

"I'll only do this for you, Andrew," Anta said breathlessly. Biting her lip to keep her moan from echoing off the walls and alerting anyone within earshot that they were in there as she felt Andrew's fingers exploring her womanhood. Sucking in a hard gasp as she felt that bulbous head pressing against her entrance. Whimpering softly as that thick root inched deeper into her hot, wet sex. Feeling her folds gripping his shaft like they always did. While, yes, they had sex the night before, yet, to her, that was never enough. She would never get tired of feeling this full. Ever! "Don't," Anta warned when Andrew reached up to play with her 32A breasts. "You'll ruin the nipple tape, and I didn't bring any with me."​