The Temple of Life Part 3

Connor comes to. There is a bright light and he has a bad headache. The first thing he feels is binds on his wrists. “What the hell-” He turns his head and notices sounds around him. There’s people pacing back and forth, they are walking around and it's not just the others, there's definitely more legs moving than 10. Eerily many.

A big man approaches the bound and promptly presses his boot on Connor’s chest and forces him down. “Mr. Tusk, you are awake! And I just knocked you out too. Let’s fix that.” He readies his fist but is cut off as someone else kneels next to Connor. It’s a red haired woman with black clothes and menacing eyes which Connor recognizes instantly being those of someone evil. Someone you can’t trust.

“Don’t hit the handsome man, Stuart. Doesn’t he look so beat up already?” She looks down on Connor with a sly smirk: “Give the man a break. We already seized his dig and captured his fat friend. Have some sympathy.” Connor coughs and looks around more. The people walking around are wearing military fatigues and wear some kind of black berets and a symbol on their sleeves. “Are you the collective? Here to steal the treasure for yourselves, huh?”

The two above Connor look at each other and chuckle. “So the damn bastard was lying. You do know about us after all, huh? Or did you just recognize the face, Tusk? Yes, we’re with the collective. Matter of fact, name’s Stuart, the mean one is Mirabel.” The large bald man says with his low voice and Mirabel sighs and looks at him bitterly: “Mean? Seriously? I was… Come here. And Tusk, you should pick your friends better. Just saying, honey.” She and the bald man turn back and Connor sighs and sits up and watches as the collective set up their base all around him. All he can think about is where his friends are. They only mentioned Fathi, they have him somewhere. But they didn’t mention the rest. And what was that about choosing friends?

The two mercenaries walk to a tent pitched outside and Stuart sits on a chair and puts his legs up. Mirabel bends down to pick something from a box nearby. They arrived a few hours ago and after surprising Connor Tusk and the dig site supervisor in their sleep, they set up camp and started exploring the underground passages. The footmen do a good job being thorough and they already recovered some artifacts. “Ooh, pretty.”

The woman picks up something shiny from the box. It’s a crystal flower, a crystal lotus with a faint bluish glow to it. “Don’t touch that thing. It’ll break. You seem to break everything you touch.” Stuart mutters and Mirabel pouts: “Hey! I can be gentle… about that…” She walks over to the man and places the flower on the man’s crotch and Stuart groans and tries not to move: “Take it off, Mira. You know damn well the boss will scalp you if that thing breaks.” The girl smirks and gets closer to the nervous man.

“Aww, are you really that pent up? You are so grumpy. Grumpy big bear, hmm? Be careful. You don't want any sudden movement down here, huh?” The woman caresses the big man’s chest as he grabs the flower: “Goddammit, Mirabel! This ain’t a game…” The woman pulls her knife out and pokes the man’s arm making him pull it back: “Ah, shit! Crazy b-bitch! What do you want now, huh?” She leans closer and presses her lips on Stuart’s. The man tries his best to not get a boner so the flower wouldn’t fall.

“Is this what you westerners call female empowerment? Fuck…” He sighs and the girl keeps touching him hungrily. “I’m so horny… r-remember what I said in the dunes yesterday? I want that cock. Let’s have some fun while the workers search that hole, huh?” She starts pulling her shirt off and throws it away. Her sexy toned midriff and round natural breasts are almost impossible for a man to resist. The man grinds his teeth and tries not to stare but it doesn't matter.

There is a loud noise and Stuart shouts in anger. The lotus is broken on the floor in a million pieces and the man is rock hard. “Mirabel, you fucking-!” The girl doesn’t seem to care that the invaluable artifact was destroyed and instead mounts the man and presses her breasts on his chest and kisses him: “Uh huh? Fucking what? Hm?” She gives the man a cute kiss on the lips and he sighs and starts unzipping his pants. The two fuck for a long time. Mirabel seems never quite satisfied even though Stuart’s large black member is not even close to fitting completely inside her. She prefers it as rough as possible, as deep as possible and as fast as possible. Eventually she has enough and collapses on the floor panting heavily and the exhausted black man slaps her red ass one more time and sits down to drink. But while they were distracted something happened in the crypt below.