Yeah, you aren't finished.

You tried to stroke yourself off but it was no good and you couldn't cum. After getting a taste of some real flesh you needed more. You slammed your fist against your coffin and ran after that cute little tramp through the corridor. As you ran through the passage way, you noticed how much dust had built up, or rather the lack of it, and pondered just how long you had been out and who or what may have lurked in the place. The hieroglyphics depicting the life of you and your family appeared rather clean and well kept. It brought some sexy memories of laying waste to humanity after fucking the weaklings into literal oblivion. Humans weren't all that good in the slightest but the power high of a genocidal fuck on the men and women of humans was intense.

That little garden snake may be able to help with you inquiries if you caught and fucked her so hard she squeal.

The corridor soon lead down to divergent paths with numerous candles lit near them. The path split into five different ways, one of them appearing as though you had to crouch to get through and one of them sounded like there was something moving just beyond your vision. The third had a trail of dried pre cum along the walls and the fourth had an eerie, cold feeling of **** to it.

The last path didn't look or feel special at all. Huh.

That Naga couldn't have gone so far but the question was where now?