In the Dessert

"FUCK THIS PLACE!" Winter screamed, exhausted and drained from the hot dessert sun. It has been a month since their departure from Hellvalt, only stopping to rest and eat, and a week of that in the hot dessert. While you don't mind the sun, the Twins can't help but bitch and moan about it. Yeah sure its cooler at night, making it more comfortable for them to travel, but its too dark to see long distances and you refuse to prolong your journey because you accidentally fly past them and return empty handed.

Not happening.

"Can we please rest a bit mother?" Crystal moaned, tired as well.

"Last time we stopped to rest, you both waisted half the day, literally, screwing around."

"I remember you were in no hurry to stop us, slut." Winter smugly interjected.

"Just keep your eyes out in the distance." You spat. You glance down at the blue ring on your hand, pulsing energy, indicating its other half has a line drawn and waiting. The only means of a quick return home. On the journey to the pyramids when you stopped to rest, you'd open the portal to see if Cyra and Hellvalt was still alright. And shortly after the portal was closed, the ring would begin to pulse again. If she keeps this up, you might have to reward her for her show of loyalty to your gamble at faith.

You continue to fly for what seems like hours before seeing a set of triangles in the distance. Finally you've reached your destination and can't wait to fuck some exotic meat. Once you got close, a large group of tall dog-like futas with short and sleak black fur, tall pointed ears and long thin tails in scantily clad leather armor, start to surround you and your daughters as you land. The Anubis you mentioned to Cyra about before your journey here.

One stands out above the rest, a foot taller than the others with a short stumpy tail, this one wears only gold bands around her neck, wrists and ankles, allowing you to see her sexy tits and cock and all her lovely muscles. She walks up to you, her hight just coming short of your boobs.

"Greetings strangers. I am Kissa, Alpha of the honor guard of this temple, home to the great Pharaoh, Isis. Prostrate yourselves before us and we may grant you permission to bask in her image."

"Cute." You run a finger under her chin, making her stand up straighter and lean in a little. "I didn't come all this way to 'prostrate' or 'bask'. I came to plunder valuable treasure and exotic beauties. And one of those is right in front of me."

Her dick twitches at your words but she swats your hand away with more strength than you thought she had. "Cute. But as Alpha of the honor guard, my vagina is reserved to the Pharoah herself. Only she is capable of taking me."

The audacity that this bitch is insinuating she is of any match to you is laughable and insulting. Your dick is fully erect at the thought of showing her her place, laying on the ground and desperately moaning for more.

"Then why don't we have a little spar. First one to submit to the other loses. I win, I get to challenge this 'Isis'."

"And if I'm the victor, then you and your whores must satisfy ALL of my sisters." She gestures to the dozen of anibis surrounding you. You'd be worried if you were of a lesser race.

But you're Smaug, the Greatest Dragoness ever!