As I laid in bed this idea came to me, as I picked my brain for a erotic tale that screamed sensual horror. Trigger warning: This erotic tale is about a Mummy/undead being. If that’s a stretch to far for you then I suggest skipping this one and reading other erotica. However if you have a cock that aches for the strange and enjoys adventure. Then I invite you to enjoy my wicked little tale.
Anuket Queens Of Sands And Sin
In the shadowed heart of the city, the Eldritch Museum stood like a forgotten tomb. Its marble halls silent under the veil of midnight. Dr. Elias Thorne, a disgraced archaeologist with a penchant for the forbidden, had spent years obsessing over the exhibit in the basement vault. The Mummy of Anuket—Queen of the Sands, cursed for her insatiable lusts in life, bound in eternity by jealous priests. Whispers among the staff spoke of her as more than relic; a seductress whose wrappings hid a body preserved in unholy perfection, her spirit chained to the linen strips that swaddled her form. Elias couldn’t resist. Tonight, under a blood moon, he picked the lock on the service entrance, his heart pounding like a war drum as he descended into the cool, musty depths.
The air grew thick with the scent of ancient spices—myrrh and something darker, like dried blood and desire. Flashlight in hand, Elias crept past glass cases of shattered pottery and faded scrolls, his boots echoing softly on the stone floor. He reached the vault door, a heavy slab of iron etched with warnings in hieroglyphs he could read all too well: Beware the Queen’s touch, for it binds the soul. With trembling fingers, he disabled the alarm, the door creaking open like a sarcophagus lid. Inside, the chamber was dimly lit by emergency bulbs, casting long shadows over the central pedestal. There she lay, Anuket, her form rigid in repose, bandages yellowed with age wrapping her from toe to crown, only her face partially visible—a porcelain mask of ethereal beauty, lips painted eternally red, eyes sealed with kohl.
Your Here For A Pervert’s Thrill
Elias’s breath hitched. He wasn’t here for scholarship; no, this was a thief’s lust, a pervert’s thrill. He’d dreamed of her, of unwrapping that forbidden flesh, of claiming what centuries had guarded. Setting his bag down, he approached, gloved hands hovering over the bindings. “Just a peek,” he murmured, his cock already twitching in his jeans at the taboo. He tugged at a loose strip near her arm, the linen unraveling with unnatural ease, revealing skin like polished alabaster beneath—smooth, unmarred, as if she’d risen from the grave mere hours ago.
Sensual Horror Gives Erotic Arousal
A low hiss filled the air, like wind through desert cracks. Elias froze. The mummy’s chest rose, a subtle heave, and her sealed eyes cracked open, revealing orbs of glowing amber that pierced the darkness. “Mortal fool,” a voice rasped, sultry and ancient, echoing from desiccated lungs. The wrappings tightened around her form, not loosening but constricting, as if alive. Elias stumbled back, but tendrils of bandage shot out like serpents, coiling around his wrists with a whip’s crack. They yanked him forward, slamming him against the pedestal, his body splayed helplessly beside her.
Panic surged through him, but so did a twisted arousal. The bandages were cool against his skin, tightening like silk ropes, binding his arms behind his back in an intricate web of restraint. “What… what are you?” he gasped, struggling as more strips slithered up his legs, parting his thighs with deliberate slowness. Anuket’s head turned toward him, her lips curving into a predatory smile. “I am hunger eternal, bound by the weak to starve. You… you will feed me.” Her voice was a caress, laced with venom, sending shivers down his spine that pooled hot in his groin.
Give In
The wrappings invaded his clothes, slicing through fabric with razor edges. His shirt tore away, exposing his chest; his jeans shredded at the seams, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Elias’s cock sprang free, hard despite the terror, throbbing as a bandage looped around its base like a cock ring, squeezing just enough to make him ache. “No… please,” he begged, but his hips bucked involuntarily, the pressure exquisite torment. Anuket’s form stirred fully now, her body arching as the remaining bindings loosened at her command, revealing curves that defied death—full breasts with dark, erect nipples, a waist cinched like an hourglass, and between her thighs, a mound shaved smooth by ancient rites, glistening with an otherworldly dew.
Feel My Curse
She rose, a goddess of sand and sin, the bandages trailing from her like living whips. One coiled around his throat, not choking but controlling, tilting his head back to expose his neck. Her cold fingers—nails sharp as obsidian—traced his jaw, then down his chest, pinching a nipple until he yelped. “You seek to plunder me, thief? Now I plunder you.” Her touch was ice and fire, sensual horror incarnate. She straddled him, the pedestal’s edge digging into his bound back, her weight pinning him as a bandage forced his mouth open, stuffing the linen between his teeth like a gag. It tasted of dust and musk, her essence invading his senses.
Anuket ground against his restrained cock, her pussy lips parting to tease the tip, slick and unnaturally warm now, as if drawing life from his fear. “Feel my curse,” she purred, her amber eyes boring into his. She lowered herself inch by agonizing inch, her tight, undead cunt enveloping him like a vice of velvet rot. Elias moaned into the gag, the horror of her ageless grip mingling with ecstasy—walls that pulsed with forbidden magic, milking him deeper. She rode him slowly at first, hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm, her breasts swaying, nipples brushing his chest like spectral kisses. But the BDSM deepened; bandages whipped across his thighs, leaving red welts that burned with masochistic pleasure, each lash syncing with her downward thrusts.
Faster
“Faster, mortal,” she commanded, her voice a whip’s crack. She unbound his gag just to hear his cries, then silenced him again with her mouth—lips devouring his in a kiss that tasted of embalming fluids and raw lust, her tongue probing like a serpent. Elias’s body betrayed him, thrusting up into her despite the terror gnawing at his mind. Visions flashed: her ancient life, orgies in pyramid shadows, slaves bound and broken for her pleasure. Now he was her thrall, cock buried to the hilt in a pussy that clenched like a fist, drawing pre-cum from him in obscene spurts.
Cum For Your Queen
The horror escalated as shadows in the vault stirred—illusory scarabs skittering over his skin, nipping at his balls, heightening every sensation. Anuket’s nails raked his chest, drawing thin lines of blood that she licked with a moan, her body shuddering as if feeding on his vitality. “Cum for your queen,” she hissed, accelerating, her ass slapping against his thighs. The bandages tightened everywhere—around his balls, squeezing them to the brink, around his neck, blurring fear with euphoria. Elias screamed, his orgasm ripping through him like a sandstorm, hot seed flooding her cursed depths. But she didn’t stop; her cunt convulsed, draining him dry, waves of pleasure-pain extending his climax until he sobbed, overstimulated, his cock raw inside her.
As dawn’s first light filtered through cracks in the vault, Anuket withdrew, her form rewrapping in linen that now bore stains of his essence. “You are mine now, bound eternally,” she whispered, a bandage sealing his lips once more. Elias lay there, spent and ensnared, the museum awakening around him to sounds of guards. But in his mind, her amber eyes glowed, promising endless nights of sensual torment. The thief had become the stolen, wrapped in horror’s embrace forever.
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