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story_codes: M/gg Man/young girls, (11, 4), non-cons, cons

story_intro: Now awakened, Prince Nehktu seeks to bring vengeance upon those who attempt to steal the treasure he guarded for millennia. But to recover his full powers, he must first have the innocence of a pure young virgin. The young babysitter is a good start, but there is a much younger far more desirable one in the same house.


story_language: English



The Guardian, part 2

Written by madvlad


Note: The beginning slightly overlaps where Part 1 ended.

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	While scouting the neighborhood where the Chaffins lived, Reese had noticed the realtor sign in the yard of a house that was three houses away from the cul-de-sac that held the Chaffins' home. Instead of risking being seen, he simply checked the listing on the realtor's website. A quick inquiry as to the hours the house could be shown told him that there would be no curious shoppers around when he needed to be there.

	Aside from one very small target in the house Reese wasn't interested in the neighborhood - too damned middle class. He preferred to live well and had already made a fortune in his trade. But at thirty-five, he still lived for the hunt and wanted even more money to live the luxurious style he preferred. Why rent an opulent villa of an heir or a European noble with more title than ready reserve when he could buy one for himself?

	A half hour after sundown, Reese eased his red Maserati GranTurismo convertible down the street before backing it into the driveway. Hell, just parking here might have doubled the property value of the place in his estimation. But the housing market quickly fell from his mind as he focused his high-powered binoculars on one of the illuminated front windows of the house.

	Seeing nothing, he panned to the next window. Oh, now there was something...yes. With a predatory grin, Reese congratulated himself on tonight's bonus. 

	Just as he was starting to lower his binoculars, he thought he detected movement to the side of the window. Peering through the lenses again, he watched but only saw the shadowy outline of the shrubbery. Setting the binoculars on the passenger seat, Reese left the car.

	Pausing, he scanned the area to make sure no one was watching. His car wasn't very discreet, but he preferred to drive than fly here since it wouldn't lead any obvious trail of airline tickets or a charter. And if he was going to drive, he was going to go in style. Satisfied that all was clear, he moved on for a bit of pleasure and business.

	A few mild thumps from upstairs made Andrea look up at the ceiling and grin. As usual, she was letting Erin stay up a little late while the girl planned some exhibition for her. Tonight was going to be a parade in her room featuring her collection of stuffed animals. Since Erin was already in her nightgown, putting her to bed afterward would be quick. If all went as usual, the little girl would be asleep before her bedtime story was halfway done.

	Having kicked off her sneakers earlier, Andrea walked barefoot across the living room with her glass of ice tea. Spying her reflection in the darkened, wall-mounted television, she paused to consider her slight profile. Tugging the hem her yellow t-shirt down, Andrea wondered if she should have worn a longer shirt to go with her black yoga pants. In the dimness of the screen, she could see the tight curve of the lower half of her rump. Sighing, she tugged on her shirt again before returning to the chair where she had left her book.

	Until a week ago, she had never given much thought as to how much she was exposing herself. Whether she was in a skirt or shorts or a swimsuit, she simply enjoyed being herself. But that was before that party and Bobby Mueller.

	It had been one of the silly kissing games. Names were drawn to see which girl and boy would spend two minutes alone in a large closet with the lights off. Andrea had played this a few times with the kids her age at these parties. Usually, they were gathered in the basement and were always wary of a parent coming down to check on them so the games were rather off and on. Before each drawing, Andrea found herself filled with dread and anticipation and felt the relief with a touch of disappointment when her name was not called. 

	Up until then, her adventures in a closet with a boy had been with hands on each other's waist (with space between their bodies) while their lips bumped and brushed against each other. Once, a boy who was a year older than her had pushed his tongue out just enough to touch her upper lip for a moment. It made Andrea feel a bit disgusted and intrigued at the same time. 

	Like that other boy, Bobby Mueller was twelve to Andrea's eleven. In the stifling darkness of the closet, Bobby too, had extended his tongue. As she was unsure of what to do, Andrea felt his tongue slide between her lips. She had heard about kissing tongue-on-tongue but was terrified at the idea. Instead, she kept her jaws clamped shut, presenting her teeth as a barrier and Bobby could only feel the braces she wore there.

	In her mind, Andrea was counting the seconds until the door would be opened. Everyone outside was always hoping whoever the couple was would be so lost in their kissing that they would be lost in the act. To her relief, Bobby removed one hand from her waist and she took it to mean he was about to give up and move away from her.

	Suddenly, his hand returned - but on her chest. Through her shirt and the thin cup of her training bra, he touched her right where he shouldn't. Stunned, she couldn't move. What was he going to do next? And should she start yelling?

	The knob on the closet door clicked as someone on the outside tried to furtively open it. Bobby jerked away and Andrea quickly exited without saying a word. The other kids noticed her flushed face and wondered what had happened but Andrea would not give a hint. Neither did Bobby but she suspected that he would brag to his buddies about where he had felt her later on. 

	For the rest of the evening and even once she was home in bed, Andrea felt the lingering presence of his hand as it seemed to have left a warm impression right where the fingers had been despite the layers of cloth. Under the sheets, Andrea lifted her nightgown and slid her hand to her young breast. Nothing had changed or felt abnormal to her own touch. All she had there was a thin layer of padding beneath the skin that barely pushed out an area perhaps two to three inches in diameter in a very slight gradient. 

	Having had the conversations with her mother, Andrea knew where babies came from and what Nature had in store for her in the coming years. That meant she would progress from her training bra to an A-cup. Down below, she hadn't seen any hint of hair starting there and, thankfully, none of the monthly flow that would mean pads and even tampons. 

	Andrea considered herself to be a good girl and now wondered how other boys might see her body. She had no desire to start dating (to the relief of her parents) where she would be subjected to tongues in her mouth and hands in places that should be kept private. 

	Still, when she thought about Bobby Mueller's hand and where it had been, she felt those warm spots beneath her bra. It was happening now and Andrea forced herself to concentrate on her book. Hopefully, Erin would be ready for her show soon and that would be a distraction.

	Or the knock on the front door - that worked nicely. Andrea went to the door and peered through one of the small glass panes in it. A man in a brown leather jacket stood muttering to himself as he scrolled though something on his phone. He seemed more distracted than threatening and Andrea opened the door a crack.

	"Can I help you, sir?" she asked politely.

	The man looked up as if startled and grinned with a bit of embarrassment. 

	"Sorry, just reviewing some notes. I'm Howard Stillwell for "National Geographic" Is Ben Chaffin in? I'm doing an article on preservation of ancient antiquities with a focus on his work with the new artifacts from Egypt. Well, actually, they quite old...er...just new to us, I suppose."

	Andrea tamped down on her urge to laugh. The man was so flustered that he was funny. Not a threat at all. She opened the door a little wider.

	"I'm sorry, he's not here. There's some party at the institute tonight. I'm just the babysitter."

	"Oh," said the man as he wiped his brow before giving her a sheepish grin. "So much for my scoop. I don't suppose you'd be willing to give me an interview about air purity and conditioning when storing ancient artifacts, would you?"

	"I can't help you with that, "Andrea laughed. 

	"Oh well," the man said with a shrug. "I suppose I should go with Plan B, then."

	His rush through the opening in the door caught Andrea off-guard and she went sprawling as he entered and then closed the door behind him. As Andrea opened her mouth to scream, he was upon her, sealing her lips with a strong hand.

	"Where's the little girl - the really little girl, I mean?" he whispered.

	As if an answer, there was a thump from above. Both Andrea's and Reese's eyes went to the ceiling. Reese nodded and looked back at Andrea.

	"If you behave for me, little Erin up there won't have a thing to be worried about," he lied. "Are you going to behave?"

	Andrea frantically nodded as best as she could with his hand covering her mouth.

	"Good girl," Reese replied as he removed his hand. "Now get up."

	On shaky legs, Andrea managed to stand. She could practically feel his eyes boring through the stretchy fabric of her pants as he admired the lower half of her body. When she tried to tug her t-shirt down, he hissed a warning.

	"Take it off instead," he instructed.

	Andrea's hands felt like lead and she couldn't move. 

	"Or I could see how well Erin follows orders."

	Her eyes watering with fear and shame, the preteen pulled her t-shirt off. Standing before this now menacing man, she felt how pitifully fragile her training bra was as he leered at her chest.

	"Just starting out, eh?" Reese chuckled as he placed his hand flatly against her chest, just above her bra. 

	Sliding down, he eased his fingers underneath the flimsy garment with one digit tracing over the smooth skin and the modest layer of tissue surrounding one nipple. Andrea whimpered at her molestation, feeling none of the localized warmth there that Bobby's fingers had produced. 

	"Arms up," he said and Andrea tearfully complied. 

	With a series of hard yanks, he removed the eleven year-old's training bra. She had hardly anything there at all but there was just the hint of her body beginning a tenuous reach toward womanhood. Well, he would make her a woman tonight before leaving with Erin. Finding the young babysitter in the condition that Reese would leave her in would add weight to the note he would leave for the distraught parents. 

	He was about ready to get her pants off when he sensed movement behind him. But any attempt to turn came to an abrupt halt as two withered hands, curled together, slammed against the base of his skull and dropped him limply to the floor.

	At first, Andrea didn't understand why the man suddenly fell. But what she saw next defied all understanding. It appeared to be a man but he looked all dry and shrunken around his bones and his skin looked like brown leather. But the dark eyes in his skull burned with life - and burned directly at her.

	Nehktu regarded the servant girl as she gaped at him. She was wearing some strange, silvery ornamentation on her teeth that puzzled him but his dream visions of the changing world and the things he had seen since leaving the sealed (to those without his powers) room at the museum were enough to let him know he had much to learn about this new world.

	It was the little one upstairs that he needed for full rejuvenation, but this servant would do nicely to get him started. He could draw sustenance from her and recover his body before getting the life powers he needed from the tiny golden-haired girl. And then he would wreak havoc upon the girl's father whom Nehktu suspected of involvement in the theft of the two spheres. 

	The thing standing before Andrea spoke some words she didn't understand in a dry, rattling voice. Feeling suddenly weak, she fell to the floor. When she tried to plead for mercy, her voice would not work; it was if a lump had formed in her throat when the creature had spoken. Now she couldn't even scream as the dried hands tugged her pants from her slim hips and down her legs.

	After removing the odd but appealing skintight garment from the servant, Nehktu saw another bit of clothing covering the girl's crotch. It was of a thin material and came off easily since his spell limited any struggles the servant could have made. The girl's vulva was perfectly smooth and her lips caressed his erection as he worked the tip between them. Her eyes widened as he squeezed his head partway through her entrance before encountering a barrier.

	So, the young serving girl had not been used yet. Well, that was about to change.

	Andrea had seen the stiffness protruding from the creature's legs and knew she was about to be raped. She was only eleven years old and desperately wanted to be a good girl and first the man tried and now this...thing...was going to take it all away from her. 

	It hurt when he started to enter her and then something seemed to be stopping him. Andrea wordlessly started to pray for deliverance but was interrupted when the creature hunched against her and she felt a horrendous ripping between her legs. 

	She arched her back in agony, her eyes rolling back in her head as she was suddenly opened. Something bored into her, sliding along with the hot wetness she instinctively understood was her own blood. It went further until she was completely stuff. Weeping silent tears, Andrea knew she was no longer a virgin. 

	There were strange sounds and the presence inside of her also seemed to be changing. She was compelled to look and saw the creature filling out until it was a man on top of her; swarthy with a shaven head but the same magnetic eyes she had seen in the creature. He pulled out of her and she could see her blood on his much thicker and longer member. As it withdrew, her violated cunt sucked lewdly and loudly at it, making her tremble with shame. 

	Nehktu spoke again, this time in a much richer voice now that his throat was restored. The girl trembled as he lowered his mouth to her chest. Although she appeared to be flat, he could feel the slight growth of her young breast as he sucked her flesh. Compressing his lips around the tiny mammary, he made it bulge and present the nipple which hardened under his lashing tongue. 

	Then he could feel the girl's surprise in the way her heart was beating through her skin and against his lip. And he could feel her other reaction in the heating of the flesh surrounding his glans. 

	He took his time, attacking the eleven year-old's barely blossoming tits and leaving them wet with achingly stiff nipples that jutted up toward him as if begging for further abuse. Playfully, he complied with some nibbling at the sensitive pink targets that made the girl squirm. Then he watched her face, seeing the need that was riding there as she twisted her pelvis to encourage him to take her.

	Andrea didn't know what was happening to her. Her budding breasts which she had kept carefully safe within her training bra were naked and soaked and demanding more touches. But it was nothing compared to the wet fire between her legs and the need to have his hardness crushing her as deeply as possible. She gripped her titties, squeezing and twisting them as she felt him ready himself.

	His return was painful but scratched the itch that was tormenting her in there. He was now so much bigger and she gratefully took all of him. Her mind reeling, she didn't understand how so much flesh could be crammed inside of her but she was thankful for every bit of it.

	Nehktu pounded the little servant, filling her narrow canal in a way that made it enlarge unnaturally. But these were his powers now and every female he took would experience them. Driving unmercifully into the girl's prepubescent snatch, he ground against her sensitive flesh, debasing her fresh young body with his brutal thrusts that made her respond with agonized lust. She was slick and feverish inside where she clasped at his sliding prick and although the answering pushes with her hips were weakening, her desire was not.

	Andrea understood that something was approaching and about to reach a conclusion. Uncaring about being good or no longer innocent, she only wanted to have this experience. The heat in her mind and body was suffocating as it enveloped her. She was at a precipice overlooking an endless void. When her loins suddenly exploded, she felt the man injecting her with his seed. It was like lightning lancing through her own private storm and she fell away from the cliff, falling into the darkness of the void until there was only darkness and then nothing.

	The last burst of semen left his cock and into the still form of the girl. Nehktu pulled out and stood, regarding the smooth, slim figure of the young servant with her arms and legs flung wide and the cleft in her hairless mound oozing from being taken.

	Curling his fingers into fists, Nehktu tested the muscles in his arms. He stood naked in the living room, flexing and feeling his fully re-formed body responding. What he had just done had been most restorative but his real need for permanent recovery was on the floor above. 

	A completely innocent child who had not even had her first arousal - yet - did not suspect how her and his destinies were about to connect.

	He strode toward the stairs, leaving the body of the babysitter on the floor behind him.

	Hearing a footstep behind her, Erin turned from her stuffed toys to see not Andrea but a strange man. He wasn't wearing any clothes and Erin wondered if that meant he was going to take a bath. But perhaps he wanted to play first. She stood and smiled at him and he smiled back.

	Closing his fingers over the silky blonde locks of the girl's head, Nehktu inhaled as he read her mind to find clues as to what her father had done. It was not as he expected. The images were fragments and impressions but unsullied by any guile as the child's mind was open and innocent. 

	He saw the two remaining spheres and understood the girl's father's reaction. Regret about the missing ones and reverence for the craftsmanship of the two there. And the care of Nehktu's sarcophagus was so important - the man did not know that Nehktu had opened it. But the man was concerned that no harm would come to anything just as he had done before with other relics from other places.

	So the man was not guilty. Then his daughter would not suffer. But Nehktu still needed to have her and spoke his spells to her so that her tiny body could accept his size. Laying her on a bed - it was something worthy of a princess, Nehktu thought. There were images of kittens on the soft blanket that covered it and Nehktu respected the feline talismans.

	After gently removing the pink gown from the girl, he gazed at the whiteness of her body. Like the servant girl, she wore a garment over her crotch. On the front was a drawn image of a little girl and an odd-looking smiling animal with ridiculously oversized red boots. That came off as well and exposed the bald, tiny mound of femininity to the man's probing fingers. The child - her name was Erin as he recalled from her thoughts - squirmed in appreciation and moistened beneath his touches just as he intended.

	Taking the tyke's spongy little ass in his hands, he lifted her pudgy mound to his mouth to enjoy the delicate feast. As his youngest sister Mafket had been millennia ago, Erin's quim was pure in the absolute childish essence of her first-ever arousal. Nurturing the sparks of lust inside the puffy twatlet, Nehktu lapped and sucked. Every swallow of the four year-old's nectar increased his strength and power until he knew there was only one way to take the rest. 

	Nehktu stood and lifted the naked tot. Her head swimming with pleasure she was just discovering, Erin calmly looked down as the man's huge glans made the round labia of her dainty little snatch open. Jerking the little girl onto him, Nehktu burst her delicate maidenhead apart. The child's virgin blood added to the liquid heat of her sex as she was slowly penetrated.

	Despite the portion of the spell that quieted her, Erin managed a confused murmur as her virgin cuntlet was violated. She had felt some discomfort with the push that had snapped her membrane open but now she felt the slow, volcanic rise of lust as the immense pressure of the engorged penis as it made her baby cunny work like that of a womanly courtesan. 

	The preschooler's sex stretched tremendously with the aid of his spells, allowing the man to bury himself into her. Her little arms and legs flailed weakly as the penetration progressed and the electricity of the hard cock rubbing deeply inside her tender young pussy deliciously seared her. Mumbling as she stared at the man doing this magic to her Erin stared as she saw her tummy swell with the progression of prick invading her.

	At last, she was completely his. Even Nehktu had to stare in wonder as the base of his cock pressed against the tot's bulging labia. With his spell, she had taken him entirely inside of her and now he felt the vicelike oven of the child's violated cuntlet surrounding his member. 

	Using strokes that carried the girl along his entire length, Nehktu moved her body back and forth. Erin started cumming immediately but Nehktu didn't stop, forcing her orgasms to continue unabated until her little mind snapped and all she knew was the bliss of this unnatural copulation inside her childish body. The four year-old was tight and slippery as he slammed his cock into her tiny honeypot with a force that would have harmed anyone outside of his magic. 

	Erin's soft belly bulged with every invading thrust of the man's prick and she hung like a rag doll as she was used and fed her first lover the magic her own little body could produce. Her juices bubbled thickly from the snug seal between her hairless cunt lips and the thick, sliding cock.

	With an explosion that stunned even him, Nehktu came. His balls released their boiling load, making the prick embedded inside the tiny girl swell painfully before injecting its contents into the child. Her brown eyes wide and feverish, Erin murmured soft words as Nehktu graced her tiny womb with his royal sperm. 

	The rush of air into her lungs started Andrea and she sat up with a jolt. The place between her widespread legs was throbbing and all that had been done to her came back in a flood of tactile memories. 

	Erin.

	Getting to her feet, Andrea gave no thought to her clothing as she worked her way up the stairs. At the top, she could hear the heavy, moist sounds of flesh against flesh from the open doorway of Erin's room.

	She went there only to stare as she saw the back of the man who had taken her. He was moving something in his hands that she could not see but then she noticed Erin's little feet appear on either side of the man's waist as her body was pulled onto the man's cock. 

	Something happened and she heard Erin's voice. A jolt inside her own loins told Andrea that sweet little Erin, who loved animals and flowers, had just been inseminated long before her body was ripe enough to use it. Feeling the stickiness of her own, still-oozing cunny made Andrea twitch.

	The man put Erin back on her bed and steppes to the side so Andrea could see his semen leaking from the bald slit of the little girl's lovingly raped twatlet. With sudden instinct, the eleven year-old licked her lips at the lewd sight.

	Although he had absorbed English through his contact from both girls, Nehktu spoke some words to Andrea in his first tongue. Feeling a certain hunger, Andrea went to the bed and knelt there, pulling Erin's crotch to the edge before lowering her mouth there. With lusty abandon, she took care of the child, her tongue caressing the preschooler's cock-ravaged pussy. 

	To remain in the room was tempting, but Nehktu had his mission. With his senses and powers now fully restored, he sensed that somehow there was connection within this place to the missing spheres. 

	There had been that other intruder. Until now, Nehktu had given him no thought after rendering him unconscious. Returning to the living room, he found the man starting to stir. 

	Reese blinked and suddenly felt strong hands clasping the sides of his head. He looked forward and saw dark eyes looking into his. Although a man of closely kept secrets, Reese suddenly found himself wanting to share everything he had.

	Nehktu now understood. They had to go to the place - called a hotel room - where the man was staying. In a locked case were the spheres. They would go there and the man would retrieve them along with some clothes. Yes, they were close in size and that was important in the attire of this age. Then Nehktu and his new slave would have other work to do.

	Leaving the slack-jawed man in the living room, Nehktu went back upstairs to make sure that all was well before he left. He could hear the joyful squeals from the room and peeked in as the servant girl pleasured her tiny mistress. Yes, all was quite well indeed.

	He and his temporary male servant left the home to where the man had parked his conveyance. Having read how to operate such a thing from the man's thoughts, Nehktu took the driver's seat. When the engine roared to life, Nehktu grinned, He was going to enjoy his new chariot.

	Always his own master, Reese didn't understand why he had felt the need to do everything this man had asked. But he had emptied his hotel room and now they were in the museum. The room with the sarcophagus was supposedly sealed and alarmed while the atmosphere was being adjusted before the box was opened. But it was open now with Reese lying naked inside.

	There had been other things inside the sarcophagus in the compartment by the feet. There were wrappings and powders and potions and even instruments such as the one that Nehktu wielded at the moment. 

	Reese wanted to move or say something but couldn't. But he could feel his strength slowly starting to return and along with it his rage at what he had been forced to do. It wouldn't be long until he would be fully back in control and able to turn the tide against this freak who was wearing some of his clothes. 

	The man inserted a long thin hook into Reese's left nostril. Reese thrashed as much as he was able - was thick sick fuck trying to pick his nose? Andy minute now...Reese curled his right hand into a fist. Yes, he was getting stronger and he started to lift his arm. 

	The hook pushed through and into his brain. Reese stiffened and his hand fell open. Twisting the hook, Nehktu felt it grab and he pulled it back to extract the first part of the brain.

	There was still one small piece left inside of Reese's skull - a bit of brain with Reese's consciousness and memories crowded into it. He was being wrapped and could do nothing about it as all of his motor strengths and abilities were gone. The last thing he had been able to do was to open his mouth to scream but no sound had come out. Now he lay there like a gaping idiot. 

	The bald guy sprinkled something over the wrappings and they began to age. So did Reese's body. Even as his eyes evaporated, Reese could still see as the lid was closed over him.

	Light. Reese could see it without eyes. And his mind could hear the voices. That Egyptian professor was there and so was that guy with the cute little babysitter Reese had wanted, Ben Chaffin. 

	They were surprised at his head. Yeah, he had never been wrapped there. Aw, shit, his mouth was still wide open like he was a faggot trolling for dicks. They'd better not get any funny ideas.

	Something was being done with care and he was lifted before being placed on a cart for examination. The Egyptian guy, was walking alongside the cart when Ben Chaffin called to him.

	"Dr. Whalid! There's a small compartment in the sarcophagus - right at the foot. And - you're not going to believe this - but I think we found the other two spheres."

	One Month Later

	Ben watched as one of the docents led a group of high school students into the sphere exhibit and let out a long breath. With the inspection of the strange mummy done and the displays established for the body, sarcophagus, and spheres, he and Patti were about to take Erin on vacation to Disney World. 

	His hours over the last month had been long and, combined with Patti's work, had meant that Andrea had been making some good babysitting money. She had been Erin's favorite sitter but seemed like they had formed some mutual admiration society since Ben's sphere project got into gear.

	Last night, he and Patti and informed Erin that Patti was pregnant and was due in about seven months. They weren't sure how their only child would react to the news but Erin seemed quite pleased. Then she announced that she would be easily satisfied with either a baby sister or an elephant. 

	"Whoa," said one of the boys. "That dude looks like he's auditioning for the next "Scream" movie."

	Several of the other students tittered and the docent smiled patiently. Rare was the day when she didn't hear at least five Scream jokes about the sphere mummy and its yawning mouth.

	"Like the spheres, the chest that contained them, and the sarcophagus," the docent began as she gestured to the glass case containing the human remains. "The mummy himself is a mystery. Carbon dating, curiously enough, has been inconclusive. Although remarkably well-preserved, the body was not prepared in the usual way. 

	Usually, the entire brain is removed but in this case, x-rays revealed that a small part of it was left in the cranial cavity. Also, the organs typically removed and placed in canopic jars - the liver, lungs, stomach, and intestines, were left in the body. The inclusion of the two missing spheres in the rather unusual interior compartment of the sarcophagus was also quite odd. Why not simply keep them with the others that were buried in the same chamber?

	Analysis of the skull indicates that this man was likely Caucasian, meaning Europe or Britain. This would also be a first in our discoveries of ancient Egypt. Our best guess at this time is that this man may have been a thief and he was buried this way as a warning to others, especially grave robbers."

	The students shuffled about the room, peering into the glass cases. As they left to follow the docent, four girls remained by the case with the mummy.

	"Look at that mouth," said a long-haired blonde. "I wonder if he was any good at eating pussy."

	"Jesus, Sue," one of the others laughed. 

	Sue rubbed the crotch of her tight jeans against one corner of the glass case and tilted her head as she looked at the mummy. Checking the room and finding no one else there but her friends, she walked up so she was close to the head. 

	"What do you think, Big Boy?" she asked in a suggestive tone. "Did you get in trouble for licking the pharaoh's wife or something? Maybe you'd like a mouthful of these."

	Sue lifted her shirt and pulled her sports bra up to bare her chest. Her sixteen year-old tits were decently sized and pleasingly firm before she pressed them against the glass. Her friends were red-faced and trying to stifle their laughs. 

	Pulling her bra and shirt back into place, Sue leaned close to the case again.

	"Call me if you ever get out," she cooed before giving the glass a lick.

	Then the girls left, leaving the mummy in silence.

	Inside the last bit of his brain, he had seen and heard everything from the blonde girl. She had been so tempting and tantalizing.

	In the confines of his skull, Reese began screaming once again. 

	The hotel manager smiled at the departing guest.

	"Thank you for staying with us, Mr. Kronos, and we hope to see you again."

	"It was a pleasure, Ms. Johansen," Nikolas ("Nick" to his newfound friends) Kronos replied with a slight bow.

	Nick was close to his real name and that worked just fine. Taking a Greek name (one related to time) worked well and his features could pass for Mediterranean. In his research on Reese's former laptop (now his) Nick had learned that there were others out there who knew or suspected that the spheres might be keys to further powers. Having an Egyptian tracking them might be too obvious.

	The recovery of the two missing ones, now reunited with the other pair, had been surprisingly quick and easy but Nick now understood that other threats remained. And there were also other discoveries, some more than a century ago that had uncovered things that the people of today did not recognize as potentially dangerous. Nick would have much to do in his new life but thanks to his access to Reese's accounts and other information, Nick would do it all in style. 

	Additionally, he had met a few of Reese's contacts. Although they never remembered meeting him, he had harvested information from their minds that allowed him to access and empty illegal accounts belonging to others. That might lead to deadly consequences for those contacts, but no one knew who he was.

	After a couple of weeks of studying Egyptian finds and exhibits, Nick had worked up the nerve to look into any information on the internet about himself and his father. Of his father, there was plenty (although no reference to the spheres, of course). But the pharaoh's son, Nehktu, seemed to have never existed. Nick's anonymity was preserved.

	With some trepidation, he also searched for information about his two sisters. They were mentioned as daughters of the pharaoh but there was little else except for wall painting that showed his father seated with a small child in his lap identified only as "the pharaoh's grandson by his daughter Hastiri". 

	Something told him that the image he was looking at was that of his offspring with his sister. Of relief to him was that no physical trace of his sisters had ever been uncovered. It would have greatly disturbed him to see the mummified remains of millennia-old women who had once been the bright, vibrant girls he fondly remembered.

	"Hello, Mr. Kairos," Juan said as he took the valet tag from Nick. "I already brought your car around when the front desk said that you were checking out."

	Juan took Nick's luggage and neatly stowed them in the trunk of the idling Maserati.

	"We'll certainly miss you here," the young man said.

	"You mean you'll miss the car," Nick replied as he slipped Juan a fifty. 

	"Yeah, that, too," Juan laughed. 

	Nick chuckled before getting into his car. Such familiarity with servants - even paid ones - had been a novel thing to him. But it was the norm and he found it rather pleasant at times. Besides, demanding to be treated like royalty would not be the way to remain discreet.

	Cruising onto the highway, Nick considered the idea of getting a servant. The one he had on the night he had awoken seemed to be right for him. Erin had been a treat but a child that young wouldn't be able to cook and clean for him. No, a girl about the age of the servant he had deflowered that night would be best.

	Purchasing slaves in this age was a tricky thing, but Nick was confident it could be done. Or perhaps a small harem would do.


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