Or of times long past

To Mars, dreams are a powerful ****, the boundary between the mind and the other, ever present in the human experience and yet strangely inhuman, coming and going with little but vague recollections and misremembered details.

Before her stood three figures, clearly Ancient Egyptian Pharaohs their bodies dessicated, as though they were freshly dragged from their tombs.

Around her, the air felt stale, older than time itself, as though that was a feeling anybody could truly experience. the surroundings made no sense, slipping from her grasp like water over ones hand, it felt unimportant, unnecasary.

Before she could figure out the view a voice emanated from the corpses.

"Child of the Nile, born under the stars and longing for their wisdom."

As they spoke their combined voice grew and some semblance of life returned to their corpses.

"As our power wanes yours grows, the first of a new age, you will taste of our power."

Their bodies looked almost alive now, just old, weathered by age.

"But the power will not be yours alone, for our hoarding was our undoing and four thousand years of solitude, our punishment"

The ravages of time reversed before her eyes, wrinkles vanishing, and their linen skirts tenting under newly virile cocks.

"Taste of us and receive the first magic of this new age."

Their speech complete the pharaohs removed their skirts and stood expectantly, penises at attention, already forming small droplets of precum.

Mars, who up until this point was entirely lost in this dream finally figured out where this was going, weird magic talk in a dream was odd but big strong Egyptian ordering her to service them she could totally get behind.

She sauntered up to the largest one in the middle, removing her Arabian nights themed lingerie (bought on a whim to tease Rob for a sleepover but found to be unfathomably comfortable) and kissing him.

He remained completely stoic throughout the kiss, and a small pressure on her shoulder told her exactly what she needed to do. She lowered herself to her knees, the floor was hard despite its ephemeral nature and the position she took up was not comfortable. But, if anything this caused her to finally feel the dull heat that had been building up so far flare up into something much more distracting.

The Pharaoh's penis was now inches from her face, she imagined heat coming off it onto her before grasping it gently. No sooner had she taken a grip of it before it and the man attached tensed and came onto her face. She jerked back from the shock before easing back and pumping his dick as spurt after spurt of hot spunk landed on her chin and breasts, clearly it had been some time for the poor guy, she thought.

Not to leave the other guys unsatisfied she let go of him and firmly grasped the other two penises, again firing instantly, this time onto her pitch black hair, streaks of white on a dark canvas. She could feel it sticking to her head, seeping in, the cloying spunk smell already around her, her eyes watered.

She took the first in her mouth, sucking with vigor to match her inexperience, not that it mattered as soon her throat felt the pulse as his seed rushed into her mouth, she pulled him out for some air, and as her tongue was coated, the weird buttery taste registered.

She got halfway to turning to another to suck him as well when he came too, sperm landing on her face, forcing her to close her eyes. Symbols flashed before her, hieroglyphs, a pattern painted on a naked woman. She reached forward to pleasure the last guy.

But her head met only the cold air of her small room, she patted her head, her hair was slick only with sweat, but between her legs were wet with arousal. She kept in her mind the dream she just had as she began to desperately rub herself, the worst part about dreams, she decided was sometimes they spend so long on the setup she never gets to the glorious climax.

The orgasm that followed was still good however, electricity running through her spine and breasts, the hairs on her neck raised as goosebumps formed, the same image of the hieroglyphics on the woman appeared in her mind right as the orgasm began to wane and she settled down to sleep.

"After I clean up maybe, I am a wet, sticky mess here"